Chapter 344: The Chaos of Storm Castle
On a hot summer night, only the cricket could not bear the heat and kept making struggling calls.
Amidst the roar of the wilderness, there is a camp on the plain outside the Storm Castle.
The hot wind from the Emerald Sea blew the knight's pennant. On the vertical pennant, the family crest of the castle and the eagle fluttered.
Between the charred wooden fences and spiked wooden posts, there were guards dozing with spears in their arms and rows of horse tethering posts. Several riding horses lowered their heads and snorted.
They looked up from the camp to the north, just in time to see the brightly lit Stormwind Castle, which was a carnival of knights and nobles.
In the lowest area in the southeast corner of the camp, there is a smaller alternative camp, or prison.
Compared with the bright and bright Stormcastle, this small camp is terrifyingly dark, because this is the camp of the wizards.
To be precise, it is not only the camp of the captured wizards, but also the wizard slaves raised by the sand sculpture knight Niedersall.
There are as many as 250 of them. They usually stay in the small castle near the Red Copper Fortress and are responsible for producing alchemical potions for Niedersall and selling them on the black market.
This time Niedersall brought the wizards to Jinhe Township. In addition to asking them to imitate clockwork guns, the most important thing was to prevent them from escaping.
After all, he didn’t leave many people near the Red Copper Fortress. If the secret party held a hijack camp or something, then all the wizard slaves he had worked hard to capture for nearly ten years would be gone.
The reason why Niedersall engages in black market smuggling is not only the location advantage of labor force, but also the location advantage of natural resources.
You know, Black Snake Bay is adjacent to Green Dragon Forest Sea in the south, and Forest Sea is the production area of various sugars and spices.
The prosperity of the French royal family largely depends on the spice trade.
Black Snake Bay on the edge of the forest sea can obtain a large amount of spices and precious medicinal materials, which are just the ingredients for alchemy potions.
It is ironic that the nobles do not allow ordinary people to use cheaper and more effective alchemical potions to save lives, but they allow themselves to use alchemical potions to enhance their prowess and beauty.
For him who was born in the royal court, he can take advantage of this. He does not have the same psychological taboo against magic as the Imperial Knights.
Through the alchemy potion trade, Niedersall made a small fortune.
However, out of the inherent insecurity of desert herdsmen, he spent most of the money on the Nicosacks.
Forcibly, the Nicosack knights were piled up to the level of each six-stage breathing method and all the square flag knights.
However, in order to clean up the mess for Helwen, Nidessall had to leave with Nicosack, and it was too late to take care of these wizard slaves.
Beside the bonfire, several guards gnawed fruits boredly and monitored the wizard slaves making alchemy materials under the moonlight.
This special alchemy material can only be made at night, otherwise they would have been hiding in the house and sleeping.
"Hurry up, waste!" A guard shouted impatiently, and the whip in his hand hit a wizard slave hard on the back.
The wizard slave named Mormont staggered after being beaten, but several companions supported him and kept him from falling.
"What are you looking at?" Seeing the surrounding wizard slaves raising their heads, the guard stared and shouted, "I want to be whipped too!"
The slaves and prisoners of war lowered their heads, hunched over, He continued working silently without any complaints.
The food of these wizards was spiked with a secret medicine that inhibited spells, which was equivalent to turning them into alchemists who couldn't spell.
Otherwise, these wizards, who have always been unruly, would not be willing to suffer such injustice.
The guard laughed, walked aside, picked up the wine bottle and started drinking.
The guard captain said loudly: "You slaves are causing us trouble every day, can't you wait until the unclean Kush man is on duty tomorrow before refining gold?"
"Anyway, those Kush people We are all in the same group as you."
"They are all relatives of the devil!"
"Hahahaha - cough cough cough"
The laughter of the guards echoed in the camp, but before they knew it, their laughter gradually became hoarse and their vision began to blur.
"What's going on?" A guard squinted his eyes and looked around, trying to see the scene in front of him clearly.
"Is the wine tonight so strong? Cough cough cough -" the guard captain rubbed his temples and shook his head.
Perhaps the wine was too strong, or perhaps other things in the alcohol paralyzed the nerves of the guards, and they just did not notice——
The wizard slaves who were originally hunched over gradually He straightened his body.
Suddenly, a silent scream broke the tranquility. The guard who was chopped looked at the ceremonial knife stuck in his neck in horror, and slowly fell to the ground.
Mormont drew out his ceremonial knife and looked at the panicked guards coldly.
Another guard stood up unsteadily and pointed at the slaves. When he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak, let alone shout loudly.
"You...whatever you want to do, go back!" Several wizard slaves blocked the way in silence.
"Do you want to die?" The guard tried his best to swing the whip, but his arm was shaking and his strength was weak, and the whip dragged softly through the air.
He lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand, then took a few steps back, his steps frivolous, his eyes full of fear and disbelief.
A dozen wizard slaves have already surrounded him.
They roared in low voices until the guards were beaten into pieces, then they waved their hands.
The wizard Mormont, who was beaten earlier, pulled out the short knife from the waist of the guard's body: "Send the signal, you open the door of the barracks and let those bastards out, I will go to the warehouse to find the awakening potion. ”
"Okay."
This small group that started the riot was obviously led by Mormont, and his orders were quickly passed down.
A sudden burst of bird chirping pierced the night sky. The monks gathered around to play cards plucked their ears and asked the monks at the window to close the window.
The old grandmother of the Arko family held a banquet tonight and invited high-level monks, leaving only low-level monks like them to keep vigil in the camp.
Through the window, they could see the carnival night party. Naturally, they couldn't balance themselves and couldn't sleep, so they had to get up and play cards.
"Dong Dong!"
The door of the hut was knocked. A monk frowned, put down his cards, stood up, walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"
Tales from outside the door. A timid voice came, "Sir, someone was injured in a fight."
The monk impatiently asked through the door: "Where are the guards?"
It looked like a wizard. The slave replied in an inaudible voice: "The guards drank too much and couldn't wake up. Moreover...the wizards were using spells to fight each other. They all obviously drank the sleeping potion..."
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"What?!" This time, even the monks playing cards were alarmed. They stood up in shock and anger, not even playing cards.
The leader of the monks slammed the wooden sign in his hand on the table: "These wastes! Open the door and take the holy oil!"
Unlocked the complicated door lock and wrapped the The heavy iron door slowly opened.
"You..." The monk was about to ask about the process in detail, but heard a strange buzzing sound.
It feels like who is shooting an arrow?
Before he could figure it out, the arrowhead had already poked out from the back of his head, and the arrowhead was still stuck with brain matter and blood.
"Oops! Block the door quickly!"
The monks rushed to the weapon racks on the wall in panic, hurriedly pulled out their long swords and rummaged for suitable armor.
Another monk pulled off the tapestry on the wall, trying to block the crossbow attack, with a look of panic on his face.
Some people even picked up the chairs on the table as a shield and staggered back.
Only one elderly monk shouted anxiously: "Go and get the holy oil!"
The panicked monks woke up from a dream, rushed to the lockers, opened the cabinet door with trembling fingers, and eagerly opened the door. Find bottles and cans.
However, before they were ready, several wizard slaves rushed in.
They swung their heavy hammers and slammed them at the nearest monk.
A monk panicked and raised his sword to block, but was knocked back by the huge force. He took a few steps back and hit the wall, groaning in pain.
"Stop them!" the panicked older monk shouted, but his words were interrupted by a heavy hammer.
The sledgehammer hit his forehead, the Tianling Cap collapsed directly, and his brains were squeezed out by the huge pressure.
The wizard slaves were overwhelming. A wizard swung a hammer and hit a monk's chest hard. White bones splattered and hung on a monk's hair.
The next second, a wizard grabbed the monk's hair, pulled his head, and hit the wall with all his strength. The monk fainted immediately.
After a while, there were only corpses on the ground in the room.
These wizards are all seasoned veterans who are used to killing people and setting fires. After killing people, they tear off the expensive tapestries and monks' robes, soaking them in grease.
Lighted under bright candles and thrown towards tents, stables, and firewood piles, the fire spread quickly in the hands of the wizard who was the best at playing with fire.
Thick smoke, open flames, running crowds, coughs and the frightened neighing of war horses continued to sound, and even the music in the castle was a little quieter.
After a period of sudden silence, the camp suddenly fell into chaos.
People running in panic filled the road. They tried to extinguish the flames, but were choked by the thick smoke and coughed.
But what they didn't see was that a wizard had walked out of the barracks where they were held, and cast a hateful look at them with a fierce look on his face.
(End of this chapter)