Heart of the Castle

Chapter 133 The Destined Victim
In order to be able to send the information to the Viscount Castle earlier, the envoy paid a heavy price. Because he did not get a good rest, his mount was tripped by a tree root the morning after leaving the refugee camp. The femur bone of the leg was instantly broken.The messenger had no choice but to kill the screaming mount, and trekked hard through the dense forest with his own two legs. Finally, on the eve of nightfall, he saw the tall spire on the top of the Viscount's castle.

It was almost evening at this time, the dense forest gradually thinned out ahead, and the fog shrouded an empty wilderness.The messenger carefully looked out from behind a cedar tree, but with his sharp eyes, he couldn't see a single figure nearby, not even a single movement in the dark withered grass.

The envoy breathed a sigh of relief, flashed out of the dense forest like a ghost, and ran towards the Viscount's castle.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, the Viscount's castle in front of it has become hazy, and the sunset glow in the sky and the light on the ground are gradually extinguishing.The anxious messenger ran as hard as he could, hoping to reach the high wall of the Viscount's castle before the night officially fell.

However, this beautiful idea was still not realized. The speed of night falling on the earth was surprisingly fast. The messenger had just crossed half the distance in the wilderness when he found that it was completely dark around him, and the wet and cold mist surrounded him, trying to take away Every trace of heat in his body.

A stone suddenly appeared under the messenger's feet, tripped him, staggered, and almost fell.The envoy gasped and stood firm, knowing that it would be impossible to go on like this, and the torch must be lit immediately.Although lighting a torch in the wild may cause various dangers, but now it is near the Viscount Castle, at most only half an hour away, and the safety is still guaranteed.

Since the envoy was able to quickly pass through the dangerous dense forest after losing his mount, he was of course an expert in survival in the wild. He fumbled for a scythe and flint from the pocket of his jacket, and then took out a scythe from the backpack on his back. A special torch wrapped in an oilcloth.The fire sickle and the flint struck a few times, and soon a warm fire light was raised in his hand.

The dense fog revolved around the messenger unwillingly, but it still couldn't resist the power of the fire, and gradually dispersed a little, allowing the messenger to see farther away.

There were originally many prosperous villages scattered around the castle of Viscount Ryan. However, after the disaster, although the attack of the demon army did not capture the castle of the Viscount, it turned all these villages into ruins.At that time, the number of villagers massacred by the demon army was estimated to be as many as a thousand. Some of the corpses entered the stomach of the demon, but more corpses were abandoned in the ruins.

Many soldiers who were on duty at the Viscount Castle said that the villagers who died tragically did not leave their homes. As soon as night fell, their ghosts would appear, and groups and groups would cry around the ruins.A single traveler is most afraid of encountering these ghosts, because the ghosts will surround him, showing scenes of tragic death, until the last trace of consciousness is squeezed out of the unfortunate traveler, leaving him miserable in horror and cold. die.

The senior priest of the Viscount Castle once led some believers to hold requiem prayers, but the effect did not seem to be very good. The ghosts of the villagers still wandered in the wilderness, and their lamented howls could be heard from time to time.

In the dense fog, many things have changed their forms. A lonely small tree may be regarded as a wicked ghost with outstretched arms, and a half-broken wall may be regarded as a lurking beast.The envoy walked through the ruins in fear, holding the poisoned dagger tightly in his hand, and the sweat soaked through the clothes on his back, making him feel very uncomfortable from the wet and cold.

Suddenly the sound of horseshoes came from the front, the messenger was startled, subconsciously stopped, then squatted behind a collapsed wall, and looked in the direction of the sound of horseshoes.While squatting down, he pressed the torch in his hand to the ground and extinguished it.

The envoy didn't see anything at first, but soon saw a few figures riding horses from the thick fog in front of them. Those people were all wearing hooded cloaks, covering their faces tightly, looking like a group of Evil ghosts that harvest life.

Only the leader did not use the hood to cover his face. It was a rough and ferocious face with a dark red scar on his forehead, which added a ferocious temperament.

But seeing this fierce face, the messenger's eyes immediately flashed with excitement, he stood up from behind the ruins where he was hiding, and shouted loudly.

"Master Templeton, here I am!"

Seeing the figure standing up from the ruins, the knight with the scar on his head turned around suddenly, pulled out half of the long sword at his waist, then he recognized the identity of the figure, and put the long sword back into the scabbard. "It's you, I thought it was some kind of ghost that is not afraid of death."

The messenger stomped his numb feet and came out from behind the low wall, "Lord Templeton, what are you going to do with your team out at such a late hour? Are you going on patrol?"

"What patrolling? Viscount Lane sent me here. It's so late and I haven't heard from you. Your Excellency is very disturbed. By the way, has the pardon been handed over to that kid named Li Wei? His How's the reaction?"

While speaking, the knight with the scar on his head made a gesture to the people behind him. These people all jumped off their horses and surrounded the messenger to protect him tightly.

The messenger smiled unnaturally, and then said in a depressed mood: "No way, that young man named Li Wei behaved very sophisticatedly. He didn't intend to accept the pardon order at all. Instead, he saw through my hidden identity. If I If you plan to make some small moves in the camp, I am afraid that you will be beheaded before you can get in touch with his subordinates."

"So, your mission failed?" the knight with the scar on his head asked, and at the same time, a strange smile flickered across his thin lips.

"Yes, the solicitation mission was a complete failure. By the way, Lord Templeton, how is Viscount Lane's mood these two days? If I report to him like this, it won't make him fly into a rage, right?"

"How could he be in a better mood? There are news of demons raging everywhere, and the envoy he sent to negotiate with the little servant he expelled from the castle has not completed the task..."

The messenger felt a little hot on his face, and he opened his mouth to explain his failure, but his eyes widened suddenly in the next moment.

A sharp short knife pierced deeply into the messenger's waist, and the force used was so great that the blade was completely inserted into the messenger's body, only a cross-shaped handle was exposed.The knight with the scar on his head approached the messenger with an expression of disbelief, and continued speaking softly in his ear.

"...and was brutally killed by the other party."

"You!" The messenger hissed frantically, and swung his right hand towards the knight with the scar on his head, a cold light flashed at his fingertips.The poisoned dagger almost touched the flesh on the knight's throat, but his wrist was firmly grasped by a strong big hand, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward even a slight distance.

Knight Templeton tightly grasped the messenger's wrist with his steel-like hands, looking at the blue poisoned dagger in the messenger's hand, he couldn't help feeling a little scared.The toxicity of this dagger is extremely terrifying. If Knight Templeton hadn't been prepared, he would definitely have scratched his skin a little bit.In that case, unless the high-level magic is used to detoxify immediately, only Steward Trien will have the detoxification potion.

"Damn it, I was almost turned over by you." Knight Templeton grinned grinningly, bending and twisting his big hand vigorously, the joints and bones on the messenger's arm made a terrible cracking sound at the same time, and the unbearable pain made the messenger's mouth It suddenly opened wide, and let out a miserable howl.

The poisoned dagger slipped from the envoy's hand. At the same time, the rest of the people took out short knives from their waists and waved them mercilessly at the envoy. The sharp blades pierced the envoy's neck, abdomen and back. At first, the envoy struggled. He resisted twice, but soon collapsed on the ground and twitched, with more than a dozen wounds all over his body bleeding profusely.

"Butler Trion doesn't want to see Levi return to the Viscount's castle, so no matter whether your mission is successful or not, you are destined not to appear in front of His Excellency Viscount Ryan alive."

Knight Templeton squatted beside the dying messenger and said, and then watched the messenger after a convulsion, a stream of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes wide open, and he died.

Those lifeless eyes stared at the sky accusingly, seeming to contain extreme pain and resentment, Knight Templeton laughed silently, then he pulled out the short knife inserted in the messenger's waist, and nailed it viciously Between the messenger's eyes.

"Let's go back and wait for others to find this corpse. You guys stay nearby and don't let any wild beast destroy the corpse." Knight Templeton drew back his dagger and stood up, whispering to the people around him. "If the body is still not found by others by noon tomorrow, you will act as the discoverers of the body and carry him to the viscount's castle. Remember, you have to declare that this is a shameful and shameless crime. It is a crime of humanity, and the perpetrator is the one who rejected the viscount's pardon... Li Wei!"

(End of this chapter)