Chapter 308: Peasant (New Chapter)

"Wait a moment!"

Creighton roared while sitting on his horse, his voice almost as loud as a firing cannon. The cavalry horses stopped involuntarily when they heard the loud noise.

Now he can finally communicate with them properly.

As they approached, Clayton noticed that their faces were red and their hair was yellow, a characteristic of the Dinon people. Lewis told him the key to resisting the corruption of the fairyland. From this point of view, these Dinong people should all be practitioners of the Secret of the Blade.

"We are not enemies." His eyes swept over the faces with distinctive national characteristics, and he thought quickly: "If you and Edwards are not happy, then now is a good opportunity to attack him."

The cavalry leader wore a nose helmet and stared at him from either side of the iron bar.

"How do we know this is true? Who are you?"

"I am a member of the Dinon Restoration Congress and arrived here from this world." Clayton said calmly. He did not see the devil in the other party.

The Dinon Restoration Council is a political organization in Taunton that attempts to re-establish the Kingdom of Dorne on the territory of the Kingdom of Dorne. It has a history of about two to three hundred years since its establishment. They believed that the land of the Dornish people was stolen from them, and therefore they had an obligation to repay it. Although this is impossible, these foreigners have achieved a size that cannot be ignored in the country through the purchase of land and industries over the years, and have actually formed a country within a country, large or small.

Perhaps these Wonderland Dinong people don't know that there is such an organization outside, but they should have sympathy for such an organization after hearing the name.

Donna didn't know about this organization, but Louis knew. He looked at Clayton, wondering if the werewolf was lying - Clayton's expression was so lifelike.

The cavalry leader did not have any doubts about this new term. He also carefully looked at Clayton's face and expression, and quickly found something that did not suit his liking: "But you are not a Dinon, but you look like our mortal enemy Mansi." Sri Lankan people.”

"I am a peripheral member. Whoever gives me money will do the work for me."

The cavalry leader snorted coldly: "Recruit the Mansis. Huh, no wonder the Dinons in this world have fallen like this. They have lost their courage and fighting spirit, and even their ambitions are negligible. I suspect that they have different blood from us." , maybe they are descendants of slaves.”

Hearing what he said, the other cavalry laughed.

Clayton felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It's not that the lieutenant felt unfair about this false identity, but the behavior and conversation of these Dinon people.

They seem to be no strangers to this world either.

It seems that in addition to Chud Osmar, the Dinon people also tried to contact Faerie, and were successful.

Although they looked down upon Clayton's fabricated identity, the Dinong people did not continue to kill him after all.

"Your people came here only two months ago, why are you sent here now?" The cavalry leader patted his chainmail: "Are you going to charge your ancestors for these things?"

Clayton suddenly discovered that the armor and weapons on these cavalry were all shiny, with no rust at all.

Did the National Rural Restoration Congress send someone to bring the things in?

While thinking about it, he replied: "Our people discovered a Dinon ruins in a small town called Jevo. It is said that there is a treasure left by a Dinon general named Emperor Jettali. We started I found a magic circle in the ruins and then came here."

A funny smile suddenly appeared on the face of the cavalry leader. He lowered his head, his whole body twitched, and then burst into unstoppable laughter.

The other cavalrymen also laughed again, and the metal-tapping laughter made the horses under them feel uneasy and stamp their feet frequently.

"Treasure. Hahahahaha. Did you hear that?" The cavalry leader pulled the reins, turned the horse's head and looked at his subordinates who were also laughing wildly: "I don't remember that I left such a thing? Could it be that my son left it behind? He really has a damn conscience!"

He turned back to Clayton, but as soon as he saw Clayton's face he burst out laughing again.

"I am Emperor Jetali, and I testify that there is no treasure here, only a poor man who was betrayed by his son and wife. Okay, now that you know my real name, do you have any new plans?"

Creighton was even more shocked than when Edwards had told him the history.

He had never known anything about this country before, but Emperor Jetali, a historical figure he knew, appeared vividly in front of him at this moment, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

There seems to be an unknown truth behind history, but he still remembered the topic at the moment and did not continue to explore:

"We need some sacrifice to help us get back to reality."

He looked at the sacrifices on horseback of this cavalry team,

If these people take away all the sacrifices, Clayton and Donna will not be able to reactivate the magic circle to connect to the present world.

Emperor Jetali noticed his gaze, but didn't take it seriously: "These people are all my old subordinates. If you dare to look at them again, I will dig out your eyes. And why are you in such a hurry to go back? I There are two beautiful girls next to you. They can stay with us. I think we will find a lot of fun."

Donna and Lux ​​rode on the same horse and had an eerily identical look of displeasure on their faces.

Clayton tried his best to suppress his bloodthirsty desire and spoke in a low voice: "We have found some special information that needs to be sent back as soon as possible."

"You can go back, but the two people beside you can't." Jetali's voice returned to indifference: "Well, since the two Mansis people don't want to go with us, then stay and enjoy it."

He drove the horses and rushed to the rear of Clayton and others with the cavalry.

But wisps of black smoke suddenly emerged from the ground, stopping their horses back.

The earth began to shake slightly. At the same time, the black smoke coming out of the ground became more and more, almost piling up to the waists of all the riders, making them like they were immersed in a black pool. The horses under them had disappeared, and only their terrified neighs could still show their existence.

"It's Edwards!" Jetali exclaimed, and the previous arrogant arrogance disappeared: "Who angered him?!"

The cavalry rushed in the black smoke, trying to crash out of the smoke. Clayton and his party felt that something ominous was coming, so they decisively chose to gallop in a different direction from them, but soon the two sides reunited.

They tried to separate several times, but they met unknowingly.

"We left the forest." Clayton looked at the unobstructed sky with an ugly face.

Donna pointed to the scenery in the distance excitedly: "Look!"

The shadow of the castle was on the hill she pointed to, which was where they left.

Everyone galloped separately again, but finally got back together again. Not only that, the scene of the castle in the distance was getting closer and closer.

Something was pulling them back.

"Is this the power of the devil?" The werewolf looked down at the thick black smoke, and his gloomy face almost merged with them.

No wonder Edwards didn't care about Clara, who was also a devil. The power gap between the two was like the giant ship "Regent" of Dorne and the fishermen's boat, which was not at the same level.

"Throw away the horses, we will walk back!" Jetali shouted.

The Dene cavalry dismounted one after another, then disappeared in the black smoke, and then climbed back on the backs of the horses without any agreement.

The black smoke piled up too high, and nothing could be seen after dismounting.

"General Jetali." Clayton shouted, "It seems that our only way out now is to defeat Edwards."

Jetali was furious: "It's because you wasted our time that we were left behind by Edwards, you deserve to die!"

He said so and did so.

He urged his horse, drew his sword and rushed towards Clayton. Clayton took the spear in his right hand, the weapon sank slightly in the smoke, and then rushed towards Jetali.

When the two riders approached, Di Jetali's sword flashed like lightning and went straight to the opponent's neck. But before his sword cut off Clayton's head, his arm was pierced by Clayton's spear, his body tilted, and he fell off the side of the horse.

This was not because his strength and speed were inferior to Clayton's. On the contrary, Clayton was the weaker party.

But Clayton took advantage of Edwards' strength.

The black smoke could disturb people's consciousness just by looking at it. He hid his spear below, forcing Jetali to look down, so he misjudged the distance and direction.

Di Jetali quickly climbed back on the horse, but this time he did not refute Creighton again.

"Let's go." He roared angrily.

When they returned to this country, the dwarves had already fought with Basham's army.

Here, the black smoke on the ground was shallower than the outskirts of the town. Even if Creighton jumped off the horse, the smoke only reached his waist.

All the smoke seemed to be absorbed by the pits in the parade ground, and a huge vortex appeared on the field.

What Creighton did not expect was that the scarecrow army actually had the upper hand, not because they had more people and more strength, but because they also took advantage of the fog.

Even though the level of the black smoke has dropped, it still covers the dwarves' heads. There are many plainsmen in Basham's army. They can't see the dwarves in the black smoke, but can see spears of unknown origin piercing out from it. The dwarves don't have to think about anything, just keep stabbing at high places.

Some of the original residents of this country have also climbed out of the big pit in the parade ground. Their spirits have been too seriously eroded by the devil. At this moment, under the influence of the black smoke, they are attacking everyone regardless of friend or foe.

Two witches with similar appearances held hands and sang loudly in the country round dance steps, and then everyone around them dropped their weapons and danced with them; some people set themselves on fire and tried to swim in the water-like smoke; the irrational warriors held two swords, but they didn't care and just used their heads to hit people.

Chaos has become the main theme here.

"Where is Edwards?" Jetali grabbed Clayton fiercely.

Clayton looked behind him: "There."