The Face Changing Warrior

Chapter 175 Combination Magic

In a sturdy dark room in the city.

The armor of the Roland Holy Knight who was captured by Roddy had already been stripped off and tied to a wooden stake with thick black iron ropes wrapped around him. When Roddy walked in, the captured holy knight only glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and then closed his eyes with an angry expression on his face.

One of his right arms had been cut off by Rody Zigan on the battlefield. At this moment, the shoulders were wrapped in gauze layers, and the warlocks in the city had also treated his wounds. This person has a strong personality. Although his painful face is pale and sweaty, he doesn't even hum.

Roddy stood in front of the knight and looked at the blood on him coldly. The knight still closed his eyes, but after a while he didn't hear any movement. He couldn't help but opened his eyes again, but saw the young man in front of him staring at himself coldly.

Of course he knew that the man in front of him was the Duke of Tulip - at this moment, he was still exuding the aura of brutal killing on the battlefield, and the gaze in his eyes was like a bloodthirsty beast.

"Your name?" Roddy finally said, his voice was cold, his chin slightly raised. Looking at the knight in front of him with a high look.

The captured knight gritted his teeth and glared at Roddy, but said nothing.

"I have seen your sword and your armor, and I have also noticed that your hilt is silver. So, you are a silver sword knight in Roland? Then it should be regarded as what you said' "Great knight, right?" Roddy smiled coldly, then whispered: "I'll ask you again, your name!"

The knight's eyes were full of anger, but he didn't say a word.

Roddy slowly took a step, and said in an indifferent tone: "What's wrong? Are you angry? So what are you going to do? Continue to maintain your ridiculous dignity? Then he swears to the death, or spit at me. Bloody spit?" Roddy's eyes were filled with cold mockery, and the smile at the corner of his mouth seemed a little evil.

Qige behind him was a little surprised-when did Lord Duke become so sullen?

Roddy continued: "I know something about the so-called chivalry of your Roland people... You lost to me and became my captive, then now you are my slave! Unless your family spends money or other things Come to redeem you! Or you can defeat me... Honorable Great Knight, am I right? What about your chivalry? Do you think you are not convinced by my hand? Or what I used Insidious means defeated you?"

The holy knight finally spoke, and his voice was a little hoarse: "My name is Geta, and I am the commander of the Third Knights of the Holy Knights Legion! I lost to you, without any dissatisfaction, your strength is far stronger than I."

"Very good." Roddy nodded, and Ziggle winked, motioning everyone to go out first.

Although I didn't understand what Lord Duke meant, everyone in the cell immediately obeyed the order.

"Okay, Knight of Geta." Only himself and this knight were left in Roddy's cell. He looked at Getta coldly, and said slowly: "I have something to ask you, I hope I can get it from you. Get the answer."

The Geta raised his eyebrows and said fiercely: "I won't tell you anything! I am a proud knight, and I won't want you to give in!"

Roddy smiled coldly: "Don't worry, I don't care about any of your coalition forces. In fact, I am not interested in your so-called military intelligence. It's just that you belong to the Holy Knights, and those The army of the kingdom is different. You are a high-ranking knight attached to the temple. You should know what I want to know."

Geta laughed twice, and then said fiercely: "You want to find out the secrets of our temple, it's impossible!"

Roddy shook his head and sneered coldly: "Look, Knight Geta, I didn't mean to embarrass you. In fact, on the battlefield, as long as my sword is lightly swiped, you are now dead...I know Your chivalry, I defeated you under fair conditions and captured you, then you must obey me now...Of course, you are just trapped in some legitimate things, and you cannot force the captive to betray his family or beliefs, if I ask you what information about your army, you can reject me. But if it's just some other things, you can't reject me...unless you have given up your belief in knighthood, or you have given up chivalry? "

Geta shook his head and said in a low voice, "What do you want to know?"

Roddy nodded, and then slowly said, "Excuse me, is there a black-veiled saint Muse in your temple?"

When Roddy said the words "Black Veil Saint", Geta's eyes flashed a strange look involuntarily-there was a little surprise in that look, but with a little admiration or admiration... that It was a complicated gaze, just like the gaze of the guards looking at Miss Nicole when Roddy had just entered the Ducal Tulip Mansion.

"What are you asking about?" Getta's trance was only for a moment, and he immediately became alert.

Roddy shook his head: "Now it's me asking you questions, not you asking me. You are not qualified to ask me any questions! This question does not seem to betray your faith, right?"

Geta hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "Yes. Lord Muse is a person whom our Holy Knights respect very much!"

Roddy nodded and asked, "Then I ask you, where is the Lord Muse now? In the Kingdom of Sauron? Or in the temple?"

Geta shook his head: "I don't know."

Roddy stared at him for a while, and he could tell from his eyes that the man was not lying.

Roddy took a deep breath, his voice trembling, but still asked: "She, how is she now? I heard that she was punished by the temple for opposing the war..."

When Getta heard Roddy mentioned Muse, he said "she" instead of "he", with a surprised expression on his face: "You...you know that Lord Muse is a woman..."

Roddy shook his head: "You forgot again, now I am asking you questions. You are not qualified to ask questions!"

Geta's eyes showed a vigilant look: "I can't answer you...why..." He said here, suddenly remembering that he could not ask questions, and immediately changed his words when he said: "This is a matter for our temple, I can't rush dew."

Roddy smiled slightly: "I just know your Muse. I met her when I was in the Northwest. It was a fair duel. I respect her very much. So I heard that something happened to her. Ask her what's happening."

Geta hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly said: "I don't know...but we saw Lord Muse when we were on the expedition, and we were with the Great Elder of the Temple. It seemed that she was fine.

Roddy breathed a sigh of relief, the Muse was fine, and his heart settled a little--the ghost knew that the gods were crazy! It seems that he always likes to tie people to the stakes and burn them to death.

"Okay, thank you for your honesty." Roddy nodded, and then he looked at Getta coldly, and asked: "Then, the next question: You Roland people have always been passive defenses, why did you suddenly form this time? The coalition invaded us?"

Before Getta spoke, Roddy added another sentence: "I heard that your temple was instructed by God. What is going on? Why do you think you can defeat us?"

Getta immediately said: "I can't answer this question! This involves my beliefs, I can't betray my beliefs... I refuse to answer!"

Roddy sneered again: "Refusing to answer? Don't you say, wouldn't I find a way to ask?"

Geta's face immediately showed anger: "You can't force me to betray my faith, even if I am your prisoner! That way...that's not in line with chivalry!"

Roddy glanced at him lightly: "Stupid, what chivalry... This is Bright Continent! I am not a knight either!"

Geta's complexion flushed red, but he couldn't say a word, but the color of anger in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Roddy glanced at him coldly: "You want to call me despicable and shameless? Now you are suddenly invading us and hitting our land. As an invader, are you qualified to call me?"

Roddy stopped looking at him, turned and walked out of the cell. Zieg stood outside the cell, watched Roddy walk out, and immediately said, "My Lord Duke..."

Roddy shook his head, looked at the soldier next to him first, and said coldly: "Find a way and let him talk! But don't kill him."

Zieg frowned: "My lord, he looks like a high-level knight, this kind of person is very tough and stubborn, I'm afraid..."

Roddy moved in his heart and nodded: "Well, it makes sense... This kind of person, torturing his body, I am afraid it is useless..." He pondered for a while, suddenly a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "It doesn't matter. Torture him... You let him stay with him day and night, give him food and drink, don't torture his body... But there is one thing! No matter what you do, don’t let him sleep! Don’t let him sleep for a moment! He wants to sleep, let him wake up no matter what way!"

"Huh?" Zieg stunned. This method of torturing prisoners has never been heard before-I have only heard of people who do not eat or drink, or use various punishments, but it is true that they are not allowed to sleep. Never heard of it.

Roddy smiled slightly: "Before the expedition, Ann... an old friend taught me. I don't know if it works, try it first."

Looking at Zieg's a little embarrassment, Roddy frowned: "Is it difficult? Splash water or hit a drum on his ear, no matter what method is used, he won't be allowed to sleep for a quarter of an hour! Let me see how long he can support!"

The people immediately had to order. Roddy and Zieg walked out of the cell. Zieg followed Roddy all the way, seeming to hesitate, and finally couldn't help but say, "My Lord Duke."

"what?"

Zieg gritted his teeth and said: "My lord, I think your behavior is very strange... With all due respect, you have never bothered to do such things to torture prisoners."

Roddy stopped and turned to look at Zieg. Zieg thought that Lord Duke was angry, but still held his head up and met Roddy's gaze.

Roddy nodded and said: "Master Zieg, I know that you have some disdain for this kind of thing. Torturing a prisoner, in your opinion, seems to be a bit unpretentious, even a little despicable, and it is not honorable... Huh?"

Even though Zieg’s forehead was already sweaty under Roddy’s sharp gaze, the stubborn man still said loudly: "Yes."

Roddy looked at Zieg quietly for a few seconds, then slowly sighed, his gaze finally left Zieg’s face and turned to look at the sky.

It was already night at this moment. After a day of fighting, the soldiers in Thunder City were rushing to rest. Only the soldiers on the wall were still patrolling nervously. A tense tranquility hung over the castle.

"Zig, I ask you, what is our mission?" Roddy looked at the starry sky and said in a low tone: "What is the purpose of our battle?"

Zieg thought for a while, and said loudly: "Naturally we will destroy those enemies and drive them out of our continent."

Roddy nodded and sighed: "That's what you see and what you can think of. But I am different, Zieg, I think more than you!"

Roddy patted Zieg's shoulder slowly-he was originally a lot younger than Zieg, and it was a bit strange to make this kind of action. But at this moment, when Zieg was slapped on his shoulder by the Duke, he didn't feel any weirdness in his heart, as if it were natural--unknowingly, he had forgotten that the Duke in front of him was much smaller than himself. Before he knew it, he seemed to have returned to the days when he was with the old Tulip Duke. In the beginning, the old Duke also patted his shoulder to teach himself.

Roddy’s voice rang in his ears: “I’m the commander-in-chief. Lord Zieg. My task is not only to expel the enemy, but I also have to be responsible for the lives of these soldiers! While defeating the enemy, I have to find ways to go. Reduce the loss of our soldiers' lives! If I take a wrong step or give a wrong order, it is very likely that thousands of people will die!"

Zieg did not speak, listening to Roddy's voice quietly.

"Perhaps you think that torturing a prisoner who has no ability to resist is an unhonorable practice! But Zieg, you are wrong! If you tortured this prisoner, you can get important news, if this important news can make me Of soldiers have avoided a major loss... then I think it’s completely correct to do so!"

Roddy's voice gradually became serious: "Perhaps your words make sense. Out of the dignity of a samurai, torturing a person who has no ability to resist is dishonorable... But now you are not just a samurai! You are an army. Commander! So many soldiers have put their lives in your hands! The most important task you undertake is not how to maintain the dignity of the samurai, but the living lives!"

"Do you think that this is not in line with the noble honor of a samurai? Then I tell you, as long as my soldiers can reduce losses, as long as my soldiers can survive, and even more "dishonourable" things, I can do things in the future Come out!"

When Roddy said this, his eyes were cold and ruthless. Zieg stared at the duke in front of him, remembering the green smile on his face when he first walked into the barracks, and remembering his weakness when he executed the villagers in the northwest village, and he couldn't help thinking of a strange feel.

"Master Duke..." Zieg was a little excited. He looked at Roddy with respect and said in a low voice: "You have really changed."

Roddy smiled faintly and slowly said: "I have seen so many people around me die with my own eyes, and people will always change."

With a wave of his hand, Roddy seemed to want to wave away the silent emotion. He glanced at Zieg and changed the subject: "The magic made by the Roland magicians today is a bit strange, what do you think? "

Zige nodded: "Yes, it stands to reason that our warlocks are no worse than their magicians, but the magic produced by our hundreds of warlocks, according to the evidence, there is not such a big movement... so many dense lightning, I have never heard of it."

Roddy nodded: "Yes, although sometimes magicians can use one magic at the same time to attack or defend on a large scale, after all... after all, there are some differences. Those magicians are ordinary middle and low level, even if they Can use lightning magic, and at most hundreds of people emit lightning at the same time... But the power is definitely not as great as today! The power of a hundred or ten small lightnings is impossible to break through the air shields of our warlocks... But those magicians today The power of magic used easily broke through our warlock’s defense..."

Zieg suddenly said: "I also think it is like this... That lightning magic, at all, seems to be used by a top magician... or even more powerful! Even the legendary forbidden curse..."

Roddy shook his head: "Forbidden Curse Magic, I have seen it, and I have personally experienced it... In the northwest, I fought with their black veil saints. At that time, Miaosi used the Forbidden Curse. Not as good as today..."

Qige's face was a bit solemn: "So, do you mean that the Roland people have found a way to double the power of magic when many magicians perform magic at the same time?"

Roddy thought for a while, then suddenly said, "Master Zieg, I ask you, if it is to knock down a young brawny, how much strength does an ordinary person have to punch?"

Qige was stunned for a moment and said, "Well, I haven't noticed it, but I want to knock down a strong man. A punch must have a hundred pounds of strength, right?"

Roddy nodded: "Yes. For example, if a strong man faces a group of children, each child has little strength, and a punch on the strong man will not do any harm... …Even if dozens of children take turns to punch each other, the strong man will not be beaten... However, if the strength of these children is combined, these strengths will be concentrated into a fist and punched out... so strong Han will be beaten..."