Chapter 450 Happiness Blinds the Eyes

There are about five or six combat units in Patch's team, and each of them has to deal with two or three Messermo soldiers.

With their combat power, it should be quite easy. There are only two knight-level combat forces on the other side, one dressed in black and gold and holding a sledgehammer, and the other wearing a red robe and holding a spear.

Patch judged the difference in combat power between the two sides and commanded: "Catch them alive."

As he spoke, he raised his butt and spit spider silk, shooting a soldier with white silk and tied him up tightly.

Dane lowered his body and knocked the opponent down with one punch, and he couldn't get up for a while.

Lance Shanks was not so measured. He laughed and rushed to the middle of the opponent's fight. With a roar, he threw the black knight and the nearby Messermo soldiers away.

Roger and Ampah used the brilliant sword and bow and arrow to accurately pierce the enemy's torso, making the opponent lose the ability to fight.

In a blink of an eye, the Messermo soldier team was almost wiped out and was completely subdued. Only two soldiers were left, with Leida and Moore.

When Leida heard that she was going to capture him alive, she quickly turned the light sword that was about to hit him horizontally, and did not cut off his head. But this did not knock out the Messermo soldier, and the other side roared and started fighting with Leida.

For a while, it was hard to tell who was fighting.

After Lance Sanx tied up the soldier, he came over to watch the two fight, and was a little surprised:

"Hey, why has she become so weak? Wasn't she very powerful before?"

When killing the horn people and clearing the field before, Lance Sanx had seen Leida's skills. One sword killed a blood monster, and her swordsmanship was sharp and not ambiguous at all.

An Pach observed Leida's moves and smiled:

"Maybe, she is not good at keeping people alive."

Leda's sharp sword drilled into the gap under the soldier's helmet like a venomous snake, and went straight to the throat, but it paused at the last moment, only scratching the face; turning around, the golden needle floated in the air, nailed to the soldier's heart, and then moved horizontally, piercing the soldier from the edge of the vital point.

But the soldier was so brave that he didn't focus on the vitals. He rushed forward to fight with Leida despite the piercing wound.

The soldier stepped into a white circle, and then the white circle narrowed, connected to a spider silk, and the soldier flew into the air.

Patch couldn't stand it anymore and directly controlled the soldier.

Leida didn't react either, and she shot a golden needle at him, just cutting the spider silk and letting the soldier down again.

"Tsk." Patch was dissatisfied, "No, can you have a little team awareness?"

Leida paused, and couldn't see the expression in the helmet clearly, but her movements became a little uncomfortable. She simply put away the sword, rushed directly to the soldier who fell to the ground, rolled up her cloak, and covered the soldier's head.

After a while, she finally strangled the soldier to unconsciousness.

"Congratulations, is there anyone slower than you?" Patch mocked Leida mercilessly.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a scream.

Greg struggled to move forward with his crutches, avoiding the pursuit of the last Messermo soldier. Mur chased him with a shield, but he couldn't catch up because he was too heavy.

Finally, after Greg rolled on the spot and avoided the attack of the Messermo soldier, Mur caught up with the soldier, raised his shield and hit the soldier hard, knocking him away.

The soldier was not hurt when he landed, and wanted to get up and continue, but was stuck to the ground by a pool of spider silk.

Patch tied up the last soldier, and naturally did not continue the topic of mocking Leida before.

Leida also gathered the unconscious soldiers together, and her voice was also suppressed with anger:

"It would be better if you capture them alive."

"Of course it would be useful." Patch said, he found a soldier who was tied up but not unconscious and asked, "Are you soldiers from Ensis City?"

"They are." Leida replied, "I told you before."

"That's good." Patch said, "We will spare their lives, Lord Ensis, maybe he will be willing to listen to us."

Roger helped tie people up, but still didn't understand:

"Why? Didn't Miss Leida talk to them well before, why can't we do it?"

"I've said it before, we are faded ones." Patch said.

"Isn't Miss Leida a faded one?" Roger was surprised.

Leida took off her helmet, and her soft ivory-gold braided hair was neatly coiled into a circle, revealing a pair of golden pupils. Her face was soft and her eyes were sharp, adding a bit of heroism.

However, the sharp corners of her eyes were bloodshot, and her eye bags were heavy, making her look very tired.

Patch glanced at her and said, "Let's go."

Patch untied the restraints on the soldiers' legs, asked them to lead the way, and asked the wounded to get on the horses. Greg Colin was responsible for the treatment.

"What do we do with these weapons?" Lance Sanx grabbed a bunch of spears, axes and sledgehammers, many of which were covered with roasted meat. "Throw them away?"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers immediately turned their heads and showed anger.

"Take them." Patch said, "These are the soldiers' trophies. Now is not the time to make trouble."

Lance Sanx was too lazy to take them. He rolled his eyes and inserted the spears behind the soldiers, and inserted them along the spider webs on their bodies. It was very secure.

From a distance, the Messermo soldiers looked like people who were ready to be executed, with a long handle erected on their necks.

"Wouldn't it look like a provocation?" Leida glanced at Patch.

Patch didn't care: "Let them choose, throw it away or carry it on their backs."

Although the soldiers were very angry, they all carried it silently.

After walking and stopping along the way for a few days, they finally arrived in front of Ensis City.

A long bridge covered with horses and fences is the only way to the city of Ensis. It was easy to defend but difficult to attack. Countless horned men who tried to attack here fell on the bridge and became corpses pierced and roasted on spears beside the bridge.

Leda stood at the end of the bridge and stopped:

"There's a bed crossbow ahead."

"That's it." Patch untied the Mersemer soldiers and said to the Mersemer soldiers,

"We didn't kill you because we intended to be friendly with your city lord and didn't want to fight. If you still have some honor, don't try to attack again."

After being untied, the soldier moved his numb body and picked up his spear.

Patch and others were immediately on alert.

The warriors did not attack further, but stuck their spears on both sides of the long bridge, along with those that had impaled the Horned Men.

After doing all this, the leader of the black knight said:

"You want to negotiate with Lady Lelana? Okay, go to the city if you dare."

Patch understood what the Black Knight meant. There must be many more warriors in the city, and Lelana should also be a strong warrior. If a fight breaks out then, they will be the meat delivered to your door.

"Sorry, I don't have the guts." Patch smiled and turned back to the team, "Who can act as a representative to negotiate?"

After saying that, Pachi didn’t want to wait for others to recommend themselves:

"Well... Colin, Greg, it's your time to shine."

Greg was being chased and slashed by Mersemer soldiers. He looked at the bed crossbow in the distance and felt a little frightened compared to his own small body. But after being carried all the way, he knew he shouldn't refuse. While muttering that he was the Golden King, he walked forward.

Roger glanced at Feiya and stepped forward:

"I'll go too, and leave Miss Feiya in your care first."

Patch nodded in agreement, and the three of them followed the Black Knight and Mersemer soldiers to prepare to cross the long bridge.

"Wait, why am I not there?" Leda said, "Wasn't it me who was negotiating before?"

"I doubt your ability to negotiate now." Patch said, "Just stay as a thug."

"I am a blessed person." Leda widened her eyes, pursed her lips, and showed off her eyeballs as much as possible.

"I believe in your blessing and your fighting ability," Patch said, "but I don't believe in your ability to negotiate. Just let the soldiers mention the blessing."

Leda said: "You look down on me?"

"Don't misunderstand, don't be angry - there are not many people I can respect." Patch smiled, "-You continue."

Patch let Roger and others enter the city, and he took Leda and others to wait outside the city.

Leda was a little depressed. She sat on a stone on the side with her elbows on her knees and said nothing.

"He is trying to preserve his strength." Ampach stroked his beard, "Colin Glick has no fighting ability. Although Rogel has some fighting ability, what is more outstanding is his vision and wisdom."

"Are you saying that I have no wisdom?" Leda raised her eyes and glanced at Ampach fiercely, "I haven't settled the debt with you for hurting Lady Michaela."

"How about we settle it now?" Ampah smiled, "I plan to challenge Lady Michaela again when I go back."

"It's not what I asked for." Leda stood up suddenly, drew out her sword, and a faint stream of blood spread out.

Rayalalapaki's Spider Legs:

"Uncle Patch, why did sister Leda and Grandpa Ampach fight?"

"Oh, let's compare." Patch glanced at it and said, "Laya, isn't it a bit scary here? Do you want to close your eyes and rest for a while?"

"Scary? Is it true?" Laya blinked, "Isn't this right in front of the city?"

Patch looked at the corpses on the spears in the two rows in front of the city, thought about the scene in front of the Volcano Mansion, and stopped talking.

After Leda and Ampach each inflicted thirteen wounds on each other, Roger returned.

"It's agreed that we can stay in the city temporarily." Roger reported to Patch.

"It's not a scam, is it?" Patch asked.

"Lady Lelana still retains the sense of honor of a knight." Roger said, "And she is a Carian, so she doesn't care so much whether we have blessed her."

"Judging from the performance of his men, you can't tell." Patch said.

"Don't worry, we're safe," Rogel said.

"Oh? So confident." Patch lowered his guard a little and led others to approach Ensis City. "How did you convince him?"

Roger coughed twice: "Actually, I have some connection with the Kaliya royal family. I called grandma when I entered the door."

Patch was surprised: "You still have this kind of relationship, is it useful?"

"It's no use, I'm quite angry." Roger was a little discouraged, "Lady Lenara is now a member of the Golden Tree, but she is not a native of Rodel, so she doesn't care much about Colin's teachings."

Tanith suddenly asked: "Is that city lord old?"

"You are not old, and your black hair is still shiny." Roger said.

"No wonder you are angry." Tanith turned her head.

Roger was also a little depressed: "We women in Kallia shouldn't care so much about age. Maybe we have stayed here at the Golden Tree for a long time."

"Then how did you convince me?" Patch was curious.

"Grek convinced me."

"How did Greg convince him?"

Roger was a little hesitant and a little unsure:

"It seems... just call me aunt? Anyway, the aunt was very happy and decided to receive us."

Roger touched his smooth chin, very puzzled:

"Grandma can't do it, but aunt can do it? Greg is much older than me. Aren't we in the same generation..."

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Sighing at the prison, Wuming walked all the way deep into the prison.

He has already found out that there are many criminals imprisoned in this prison, as well as the materials used to make sinners do good - witches. And the sorcerer is still the same race as Queen Marika, the all-powerful and invincible queen in the border area.

There are two types of cornermen in the prison, one is the prisoners who have not been dealt with, and the other is the people who deal with the prisoners.

Both of them looked very panicked because something had happened in the prison.

The contents of the large pot began to escape, and the souls of the evil people that were supposed to be merged into good people struggled out and were embodied in the sarcoma.

What's even more frightening is that the employees and criminals who were originally here have also undergone a change.

Their horns began to expand extremely and pierced their eyes directly.

It's a bit like Monger's left eye, except that both eyes were pierced, and the horn covered both eyes, making him blind.

What frightens other people is that these blind men did not panic, but felt very happy, and were very keen to pass on this happiness to others - even if they thought their happy sighs were frightening wailings.

The protagonists put the most seriously ill people into the lowest level of the prison, but during this period some people still mutated from time to time. The corner people will deal with these people, and even when they are dealt with, these mutated people will have happy smiles on their lips.

"Let me see what's going on?" Wuming jumped down curiously, wanting to see those mutated horned men.

In the crypt at the bottom, Wuming saw the sigher.

Indeed, as the horned men said, the horns on these people were thicker and pierced both of their eyes.

Wuming observed the sigher and was a little confused.

As early as the little horned man, Wuming noticed that the horns on the horned man would attract souls to stand still. Those souls will keep digging into the corners.

These thick horns attract more souls.

And here is a prison. The souls here are basically filled with extreme madness and hatred. Dajiao absorbs these souls together.

Wuming could see that there were still some resentful souls biting the big horns fiercely, drilling into the heads of the horned people.

"Is this the reason for the anomaly? Something like a curse or a resentful soul curse?" Wuming thought.

But it feels like it's more than that.

Just as he was thinking about it, the lamenters in the distance raised the head lantern in their hands and shook it, and their bodies transformed into dozens of them, scattered in all directions of the cave, all wailing in unison.

The cry was very emotional, deeply degrading to the soul, and resonated with the soul. Strong sadness surged in my heart.

The tragedies I experienced in the past, the wails of those who perished, the miserable self-mockery and roars of the powerless, the deaths of acquaintances with regrets... all appeared before my eyes.

Wuming's eyes were sore, as if tears were about to well up.

"It feels so familiar again..." Wuming thought.

This time there was no confusion for too long, Wuming quickly figured it out.

This was the emotion I experienced when I was walking alone in the snow-capped mountains when I was solving Chapolili's epilepsy problem.

After seeing so many tragedies, the urge to burn your eyes, make you crazy, sit down and face the wall, stop looking at the sorrow of the world, and let your heart regain peace.

"Elepsy..."

Wuming looked at the sighers and remembered that during the previous questioning, the young man always emphasized that he was too young and immature and should not participate in the torture, and he suddenly realized something.

He fell to his knees and put his hands on the ground.

The ground of the cold prison began to appear red.

Flames exploded from the ground, spreading wildly and sending all the sighers flying away.

When the flames disappeared, only one sigher in the prison still had some breath.

It seemed that under the severe pain of the flames, he regained his consciousness and stopped uttering those sighs for a while.

The sigher seemed to feel the nameless approach, and his eyes that had been blinded by the horn shed tears of blood. As he was dying, he murmured the last sigh in his life:

"It's impossible to be happy after seeing those things..."