The Extraordinary Earl

Luther looked thoughtful. It seemed that this Latin, Will, was not colluding with the evil wizard, but was being controlled.

Since this is the case, Luther needs to be more cautious in his handling of the Will Knight.

"I'm going to do it, can you assist with magic?" Luther turned around and asked.

"Wait a mininute."

Mr. Tell fumbled in his pocket and found a round bead the size of an egg, glowing green, as dreamy as emerald.

“…………..”

Immediately, Mr. Tell recited a spell for about five seconds, and finally a hazy green light emitted from the bead and enveloped Luther.

"Brute force technique!"

Mr. Tell let out a long breath.

Then he explained to Luther: "I am a wizard apprentice. Although I can also use magic, it cannot be cast instantly. This brute force spell only lasts for ten seconds."

The casting time is long and the effect is short. Such is the style of the Sorcerer's Apprentice.

Luther had nothing to say to this, ten seconds was enough.

Feeling the surging power in his body, Luther burst out the earth fighting energy in his body, and rushed towards the three fighting people like a cannonball.

The two family knights are very experienced in fighting, and they entangled Latin and Will with a tacit understanding. Luther clenched his fist and hit Latin and Will hard on the chest.

With a "bump", Latinwell's chest dented visibly, and Luther heard the click of his ribs breaking.

Then Latinwell hit the floor, and the impact caused a big pit to appear on the floor of the hall.

"Although it is blessed by the wizard's brute force, the power is too great." The two family knights looked at Latin and Will who fell on the ground and gasped for air like a dead dog, a little in disbelief.

For the next generation of Pompeii knights, their impression was limited to a business genius. Even if they hunted the poisonous acid lizard last time, they later learned that it was the poisonous acid that Luther used as bait and only killed it with the strength of three knights. lizard.

Only this time did they know that this next generation of Pompeii knights was not weak in personal prowess at all, and might be able to compete with Old Sol when he was young.

As expected of the Pompeii family.

The two family knights let out deep sighs of emotion.

"Is there any magic power fluctuation?" Luther turned to ask Mr. Terre.

"In the basement." Mr. Tell closed his eyes and felt it before saying.

"Knight of Brazil, watch Latinwell. Knight of Mis, come with us." Luther said.

"Yes." The two family knights responded, and then the Brazilian knight stayed to look after Latin, Will, and the Mis knight, the user of Thunder Dou Qi, followed Luther and Ter to find the basement.

Soon after, Mr. Tell opened a secret mechanism, revealing the door to the basement. The three Luther men walked in.

The basement slowly extends downward in the form of stairs. As you go down, the surroundings are shrouded in darkness, and there seems to be a hint of coldness in the air.

The knights had night vision, and they saw the white air filling the air, knowing that this hint of coldness was not an illusion.

Soon after, the three men arrived in the basement together.

This place seemed to be an ice cellar. Whether it was the ceiling or the walls, the floor was covered with a layer of frost. That was not what made Luther feel creepy.

Instead, there are six ice sculptures standing in the basement. These ice sculptures are shaped like round pillars and are white and transparent. This is not weird.

The strange thing is that inside each pillar, there is a woman's naked body. body.

The expressions of the women were all very painful, as if they had suffered unimaginable torture during their lives, and their bodies were covered with claw bite marks.

They were obviously violated and abused during their lifetime.

The only thing that gave Luther a little peace of mind was that there was no Miss Ruth among these six women.

Before that, Luther judged that Miss Ruth was in danger.

"This is the effect of the magic circle. The magic power operates automatically and can maintain the cold environment here so that the bodies of these women will never rot."

Mr. Tell said in a deep voice.

As an old wizard apprentice, Mr. Terr thought he was well-informed, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he still felt angry.

What a cruel person to do such a thing.

"How is it? Is my artwork beautiful?" Amid a burst of elegant laughter, a handsome man came out from behind an ice sculpture on a wheeled cart.

This man was about thirty years old, very handsome, with a particularly good temperament and a kind of aristocratic elegance.

But judging from the way he appears, he is a disabled person.

Luther would not look down on the disabled, but for the guy in front of him, Luther wanted to break his hands.

Such human beings should not live in this world at all.

"You call these works of art?" Luther said in a colder tone than ever before.

"That's right. Look at the pain on their faces. There is a trace of joy in the pain. Isn't this the most beautiful work of art?"

The handsome man looked at his work happily and showed a look of intoxication.

Luther no longer wants to communicate with this guy anymore, because this guy is a real change. state.

Judging from the surrounding layout and this guy's words, I'm afraid there is no deep meaning behind this matter, it's just a change. Just do whatever you want.

"Where is Miss Ruth?" Luther asked bluntly.

"Miss Ruth?" The handsome man's expression condensed at first, and then he suddenly realized: "You are talking about that beautiful noble girl."

"I let her enjoy it for a while, then burned it and planned to make it into another piece of art. After all, doing the same piece of art too many times made me a little bored."

A weird smile appeared on the handsome man's face, which was exactly the same as the weird smile on Latin and Will's face just now.

"What did you say!"

Luther was refreshed and found it difficult to accept this result.

Because he had judged that Miss Ruth was in serious danger not long ago, but here he did not see Miss Ruth's ice sculpture and his hope was raised again. But now the guy in front of him gave him despair.

The mind is agitated.

"Be careful with his charm magic." Mr. Terr exclaimed, his face was very ugly, and he cast the spell instantly. This means that the mysterious wizard in a wheelchair in front of him is a real junior wizard.

"Fireball!"

"Ice sealing technique!"

The handsome man's face showed a happy look, and he cast two more spells in succession.

With the surge of magic power, the air in the basement became even colder, causing Mr. Tell, Luther, and Knight Meese to freeze instantly.

Mr. Terr is just a wizard apprentice and does not have the ability to cast spells instantly. He can only feel desperately that his body is getting colder, and even his blood seems to be frozen.

The Mis knight tried his best to explode the thunder fighting energy in his body, intending to dispel the cold. The effect was of course effective, after all, the knight's body was extremely powerful.

But his mobility is subject to certain limitations.

The key thing is that there is a big fireball floating towards Luther.

"Knight Luther!!!" Knight Meath couldn't help but exclaimed, full of despair.

As the guard knight of the Pompeii family, the greatest humiliation for him was to see the next generation of Pompeii knights die here.

This is blasphemy against knights.

Meese didn't know if he would go crazy after Luther's death.

Knight Meath and Mr. Terr both regretted that their preparations for dealing with a wizard were indeed too rudimentary.

This action was too rash.