Duke of Grief

"Raise your hands and put them where we can see!"

Numerous black hole muzzles protruded from outside the door. Under the protection of the soldiers, the officer held a silver-white revolver. Head.

He frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect you to dare to come back. I have to say, your courage is really big!"

"Me?" The handsome bard with soft blonde hair raised his hands and tilted his head. "No, I haven't left here..."

The officer raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Isn't it the person who caused the riot in Warrenken?"

The minstrel chuckled and shook his head, "Whether you believe it or not, I did not leave Corton."

"I told you, don't move!" The officer screamed again.

The five fingers of the right hand moved a little, re-stabilizing the revolver grip, the officer swallowed, his lips splayed in a straight line, and said: "Even if you are a legendary mage, it is useless!"

There was an uproar in the tavern, but the officer didn’t seem to hear those voices, his eyes locked on the face of the bard, "Now, this block has been shrouded by [Anti-Magic Field]-this time, you Can't run away!"

Even in the face of these unprecedented weapons, but it looks similar to the firearms, the minstrel can still maintain a hippie smile, "You can rest assured that I am not a legendary mage..."

Either a lunatic or a winning ticket!

The officer licked his chapped lips, "Now, get off the chair and kneel!"

His heart was beating with tension, even if this block was covered by the [anti-magic field], it was not completely insurable.

‘Legend’ is a group of monsters, a group of monsters that transcend mortals and are beyond common sense and cannot be judged with common sense.

The smile on the bard’s face slackened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but after glancing at the muzzles of those black holes, he remained silent for a moment and chose to walk down from the chair and kneel slowly.

"Move three feet to the left." The officer continued to instruct the bard.

He had to be cautious, even if the minstrel was already aiming at more than a dozen'rifles', but he wasn't sure if this guy knew how powerful the weapon in their hands was-now they were not afraid that this guy knew they used What kind of weapon is it, I am afraid he is more ignorant, I don’t know what they use!

The bard hesitated for a moment before he slowly moved his body and moved to the left as directed by the officer.

The muzzle moved as his body moved, always locked firmly on his body, and no muzzle ever left his body.

The goose bumps on the bard's body were raised, and he had straight teeth.

"Handcuffs, shackles."

Hearing the orders of the superior, the two soldiers stepped out of the crowd. They also held a revolver in their hands and walked behind the bard with vigilance. Then one of them stretched out his hand and took the handcuffs around his waist. With the cooperation of the hand, the handcuffs were handcuffed to the bard, and the shackles were concocted.

But after doing all this, they were not completely at ease, the two left-handed muzzles were against the bard's temporal part, and this put him in the armpit and made him stand up.

Looking carefully, the officer nodded, "Go out!"

With a bitter smile on his face, the minstrel walked slowly out of the tavern gate and onto the street.

The muzzle moved with it, not intending to give the minstrel a chance to escape.

Next, pedestrians walking on the street can see such a scene-a group of soldiers in a circle, tightly surrounding a person, this person was wearing handcuffs and shackles, they aligned the iron stick in their hands After that person, you can't leave.

Even at this time, the minstrel can still laugh, but there is some helplessness and depression in the smile.

"Sir, sir, look, I am like this now, don't let these muskets point at me, will you?" The bard chuckles, "I'm a little nervous."

The officer snorted, "I didn't see how nervous you are!"

They have been going according to the planned route. [Anti-Magic Field] has been opened one after another, even if the guy standing in front of them is not a "legendary mage", but it is also a cause caused by Warren Kennin and Corton. Disaster's dangerous elements.

Since this guy had trouble in Corton, he was jointly wanted by the major nobles, and the printed and issued arrest warrants spread throughout Moore overnight.

What happened to Warren Kennedy led them to make sure that this guy was a full dangerous man, and he was able to use extraordinary powers to affect people in a whole town, even after that, it also affected the lord and his soldiers.

If the **** of justice, which is not right, showed signs of miracles, I am afraid that the lord of Warrenken will be killed by a group of civilians.

After that, the God of Justice also mediated the conflict between the nobles and the civilians, otherwise, the incarnation of the God of Justice would not leave the Warren Ken collar.

Probably because of this, this **** guy is back in Gordon!

This surprised them the most. This guy not only did not go to other places, but returned to Gordon.

If it wasn’t for confirmation after receiving the sightings, they couldn’t even believe that this guy really came back.

"Sir, sir, think about whether someone imitated my face..." The bard wanted to say something, but was quickly interrupted by the officer.

"To shut up!"

From the time they performed the task, their superiors had told them that if they really caught the guy, then no matter what he said, they should not listen.

At least now it can be confirmed that the target they want to catch is good at the magic of the illusion department, it is likely to be a legendary master specializing in illusion, otherwise it is impossible to lead a war involving a whole town in Warrenken. riot.

Even if he no longer has the power to cast magic, but he is very likely to be a legendary mage specializing in illusion, and he must have a deep understanding of the human heart.

If they keep talking, it is likely that they will be deceived by this guy.

So in any case, don’t talk to this guy, if he talks, then the topic should be ended with the simplest sentence!

Next, the minstrel remained silent for a while, but soon afterwards he grinned and asked, "Oh, by the way, where are you going to take me?"

"Prison!" The officer answered briefly.

"Prison? Then you have to shut me..."

"To shut up!"

The officer once again rudely interrupted the bard's words, and the warning given to him by his superior was echoed in his mind.

Even if his palms were sweating, he would not dare to wipe his hands and concentrate his attention. In this way, he didn’t have to worry about being affected by that guy’s words.

The minstrel sucked his mouth, then suddenly his body shook and stopped.

"What are you doing?" The officer screamed, "Go!"

The troubadour shrugged off his cynical expression and slowly turned to face the officer behind him.

Looking at his panicked face, sweat slowly oozed from his forehead, and the minstrel laughed again.

Seeing this smile, the officer jumped in his heart and hurriedly shouted: "Fall out, look for bunkers and shoot freely!"

At the command of the officer, the soldiers gasped nervously and could not wait to spread around~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but the muzzle still did not leave the bard.

"Do you know who I am?" The minstrel laughed happily. "Dare you treat me so badly, if it is not for concessions to plan, do you think I will really kneel down to you? You dross! "

He stood on the spot, raised his hands, and said in a loud voice: "I am a thousand, I am a million!"

"Fire!!!!"

The ominous hunch in my heart became stronger and stronger, and the officer did not want to wait any longer. He roared loudly and pulled the trigger together with the soldiers.

Flames cut through the sky, bullets shuttled through the atmosphere, and a dense barrage was formed in just three seconds, covering the body of the bard.

"I am—"

The corner of the bard's mouth suddenly cracked, and evil laughter overflowed from his throat.

"[Vientiane]!" ()

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