Riding and Slashing

Chapter 24 Madigan's Prophecy
"Tell me first why you are here, who is the owner of this camp?"

Juan was paralyzed on the ground, his face covered with sweat from pain, and he looked up at Li Ang in a daze: "You don't even know who this camp belongs to, so you attack?"

Li Ang hit the head with a hammer, and hit a hole in the ground next to Juan's head: "What the hell, should I ask you or me?"

Juan trembled, and his speech speed became fast: "I am wanted by the Lion Knights, come and hide here... This camp belongs to Master Forscher! Don't hit me... Please..."

Forscher's?

Didn't it say that it was built by the nephew of the Duke of Alma?
Oh, by the way... These days, illegitimate children usually refer to them as 'nephews'.

Li Ang patted himself on the head, but he actually ignored this detail.

Forscher sent people to build this camp on the edge of his father's territory to make preparations, and at the same time went to Fog Cage City to obtain the certificate of pioneering the lord. This is indeed a reasonable operation.

"Faucher is still on the west coast...then who is the person in charge of this camp? Also, how much do you know about Fucher colluding with the Jatu people?"

Ju An stared blankly at Li Ang: "The current person in charge of the camp is me, but I just came here yesterday... The previous person in charge returned to Lion Lake City yesterday."

Swallowing, and looking at the bloody hammer in fear, Juan continued to answer: "My lord, I only know that Master Forscher said that he wanted to control Earl Alden's territory, and that he and the Jatu people It's a bit related, but I really don't know the specifics at all...I'm just a small person..."

Well, that makes sense too.

A thug like Juan probably doesn't know much about the details...

"Then what happened to Fletcher Village? Has Fuscher already controlled the village?"

Li Ang thought of the weirdness in the village.

"That village... the captain of the militia patrol is one of ours..."

It's no wonder that the patrol team must know everything, and the old village chief is probably kept in the dark by the patrol team.

Li Ang sorted out the external situation, and decided to ask himself a good question.

"When you were in Sarleon City, who ordered you to hunt and kill me?"

Juan's forehead was no longer sweating, but his face was still pale: "No one ordered... Your Excellency... We are not targeting you... This is because the top management of the organization once issued a reward of [-] dinars to capture or Kill a certain black-haired and black-eyed outsider... This reward has been issued for nearly a year, and it has not been revoked."

"Who issued the bounty? I'm not the only one with black hair and black eyes, right? I can claim the bounty just because of this feature?"

Li Ang was very puzzled.

Juan now looks like he knows everything: "The origin of the bounty is not something that a small person like me can know... I don't know who is chasing and killing. But since the above has this requirement, as long as it meets the requirements of black hair and black eyes We will all give a try. After all, it is two thousand dinars... If you can find the right owner, you will not have to worry about it for the rest of your life..."

Sarah added next to it: "Even if they kill the wrong person, it doesn't matter to them... Anyway, robbing foreigners is their daily business."

Juan grinned in pain with an ugly smile to express his flattery, and nodded vigorously.

"Don't lie to me... I met Fusher in Fog Cage City, and he didn't seem to intend to kill me! What is the real reason? Who are you talking about?!"

In the Fog Cage City arena, although Fucher had a bad attitude, he obviously didn't intend to catch him to receive the reward, otherwise he might not be able to escape from the Fog Cage City!

Seeing Li Ang's expression was unkind, and he raised the hammer again, Juan shrank back in fear, and quickly replied: "I dare not lie to you! Master Fucher is only our benefactor, and he is not a member of the Brotherhood. ...As for the top management of the organization, the organization has always used secret letters to send orders, and we have never seen the real top management. Really! I swear!"

It seems that the Red Brotherhood is very mysterious inside...

This is also true, for an illegal organization that integrates killers, slave trade, robbery, drug trafficking and other evil activities, it is normal for the high-level figures to be unknown.

But Li Ang was a little anxious. This kind of unreasonable reward was more troublesome than those pursuits brought about by deep hatred, and he didn't know how to solve it.

"Do you really have no idea why?"

I was not in a good mood, and the way I stared at Juan naturally became more and more unkind.

Juan hurriedly began to answer: "We have guessed...guessed! It seems to be related to a legend... Madigan's prophecy! Oh, and, it may also be related to the Scarlet Plague..."

Li Ang looked at Sarah suspiciously. He just heard Sarah talk about this famous prophecy on the road the day before yesterday.

In fact, this is a story widely circulated in taverns all over the mainland...

It is said that more than 100 years ago, a famous prophet named 'Madigan', also known as the magic stick, once predicted that there would be a hero who would unify the continent of Pendor and rebuild that glorious ancient empire.

In fact, from Li Ang's point of view, this is nothing more than normal, it's basically the daily fooling operation of the gods - the world will always be in harmony, sooner or later there will always be such a character.

In his previous life, Li Ang was told by a fortune teller that he had the appearance of an emperor... In the end, he became a dead nerd...

But in this era, this magic stick quickly attracted the unanimous wanted of all countries - speech is not very free in this era, and Madigan's prophecy is basically tantamount to cursing that the current rulers of various countries will be wiped out sooner or later.

So the consequences were severe and Madigan was executed for sticking to his prophecy.

He died in Sarleon City, right under the tallest building in the entire continent, the former square of the Pendor House of Nobles—now that place is the back garden of King Ulrik, and I don't know if it will be haunted.

Although he is a magic stick, this attitude of insisting on his own ideas rather than death is at least worthy of respect.

So this was originally a tragic and serious matter.

Then, as one after another "heroes" who claimed to be "sons of prophecy" appeared, Madigan's prophecy gradually became a joke.

The first 'hero' was an outlaw knight who captured several villages with his powerful swordsmanship and said he would lead the people to rebuild Pendor.But within a few days, all the bad things he had done were exposed.

Looting caravans, raping women, plundering villagers, selling drugs... He has done almost all shady things.Finally, his body—or rather his skin—was found in D'Shar, devoid of flesh and internal organs, like a cicada molting.

The second one is a slave trader, relying on his huge wealth, he led many mercenaries to run rampant in Pande, burning, killing and looting along the way, capturing civilians as slaves.But it didn't take long before the group disappeared inexplicably under the Misty Mountain.It is said that only the heads of him and his men remained, and they were neatly built into a hill on the ice sheet, but no corpse was seen.

The third one is a sorcerer, who calls himself the 'Son of Prophecy' by relying on witchcraft, but in the end it turns out that he is the leader of the Snake Cult, brainwashing the followers all day long, and even creatively created the first scene in the history of Pender Live broadcast with goods——he hyped up a mysterious drug that could cure all diseases in an illegal meeting, and it is said that he earned tens of thousands of dinars at a time...

But probably because of making too much money, this anchor eventually led to the siege of the Bacchus Empire.And it is said that his corpse is also very strange - the whole body is covered with green scales, and the eyeballs are vertical pupils like reptiles, which is extremely hideous.

By now, the term 'son of prophecy' has basically become a swear word in taverns.Almost all adventurers will joke that the other party is a 'prophecy chip', and the image of a hero has long since disappeared.

(End of this chapter)