After squandering his gold coins in the tavern, the slightly tipsy warden returned to the prison smelling like a prostitute's inferior perfume. Instead of resting, he patrolled the cells, because here, the powerful warden felt like a king. "The king is qualified to judge his people!" The warden held the whip, put his hands behind his back, and stepped on the floor with his high military boots, making a squeaking sound that made people's hair stand on end. The prisoners all trembled and shrank into the corner. This guy was so vicious. His extortion and blackmail were light, but the daily beatings only left people with lingering fears. "Whose singing voice are you listening to today?" The warden liked the prisoners' screams. He thought it was more exciting than the concert. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, "Huh? Newcomer?" In the prison, Tang He sat on the floor and meditated deeply. Snapped! Snapped! The warden slammed the cell door twice and roared at Downton, "Hey, I'm asking you a question!" "He is" The warden who followed behind quickly reported back. Snapped! The warden waved his whip and hit the jailer in the face, "Did I let you speak?" There was an immediate silence in the corridor. "Open the cell door!" The people did not surrender, which made the warden very unhappy. He had to teach him a lesson, "It has been decided, you will be the after-dinner entertainment show." The prison officer cleaned up, quickly found the key, and opened the cell door. Anyway, the prisoners were wearing magic ring handcuffs that prevented them from using magic energy, so they were no different from ordinary people. "Haha, can you keep your composure? I will soon let you understand that anyone who disobeys me will pay a heavy price." He said. The warden slapped Downton on the cheek. Downton turned sideways, bounced up, and clasped his hands. Hit the warden's head. boom! The warden¡¯s face was immediately covered with blood and he fell down. But before he could hit the ground, Downton's knees were lifted up and pressed against his face. boom! The warden leaned back and his whole nose collapsed. "Prison break!" Just as the jailer was about to shout, Downton's whip kicked him on the head. The other jailer was dumbfounded, the magic user with the magic ring. Even an ordinary person, how could he defeat a dragon-slaying warden in seconds? Just when he thought the magic circuit in the Demon Sealing Ring was broken, something even more shocking happened to him. Downton exerted force with both hands, and with a click, the Demon Sealing Ring shattered into pieces. His relaxed gesture was like breaking off a fragile cucumber. You must know that this is made of lava and iron. Even the strongest Goliath giant cannot do it. "Youyou" The warden who hadn't fainted yet finally peeed in fear. "Where is the interrogation room?" Downton dragged the warden by his hair and walked out of the prison. The prisoners who saw this scene immediately leaned on the cell door and let out a huge cheer. "No money? When did these greedy vampires become good people?" Dancers have visited prisoners before. Every time they would be extorted for more than a dozen silver coins, and they might even be harassed by unscrupulous people, but today, they didn't even ask for a single copper. Soon, the dancer knew the reason. In the interrogation room, the perverted warden was stripped naked and hung on the torture rack. Several guards were surrounding him and violently beating him. My naked arms were covered with sweat from exhaustion. "Master. She's looking for you!" The jailer reported. "You" The dancer didn't know what to say and looked at the food placed in front of Downton. His cell was too comfortable to live in. "You have something to do with me?" Downton frowned. "You know, I know a lot of people because of my work, so I asked about the reason why you were arrested." The dancer is very smart. She knows that with Downton's wealth and status as the God of War, she will definitely save the day, so she sells her favors in advance . "Say!" Downton was too lazy to expose the dancer's little cleverness. "Just the day before yesterday, the Magic Council caught a heretic pretending to be a saint. She is one of the girls you are looking for." The dancer explained. "Where is she now?" Downton asked. "I don't know, but tomorrow there will be a burning at the Municipal Square to burn that girl to death!" The dancer swallowed her saliva. "This is your reward!" Downton took out a bag of magic diamonds and threw them to the dancer. "Can I be your maid?" Wife? I wouldn't dare think of being a dancer, but being Downton's mistress would be a good idea. "Follow me, you will die. Be obedient and get out of here." Downton snapped his fingers. In order to protect the dancers, the memories of the jailers were erased. "Once, just once." The dancer suddenly pounced on Downton, pressing her plump breasts against his face, trying to keep him with her body. "Don't make me hate you." Downton pushed the dancer away. "My love is already dead before it begins." The dancer who left the prison looked at the clear starry sky and cried bitterly. Downton slept well and didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning. The burning time was always at noon, which is said to make the souls of heretics disappear into ashes. "Let's go have breakfast first!" After Downton walked a few steps, he saw Emma squatting on the side of the road, with a look of helplessness on her face. When she saw him, she immediately turned into joy. "You were acquitted?" "No, I escaped from prison." Downton was sincere, making Emma speechless. However, the girl was very loyal, and in order to repay Downton for saving her life, she directly picked him up and ran away. "Let's go, hide first, and then I will find a way to send you away." Emma was willing to risk it all. "Take me to the town square, please?" Downton just needs a tour guide. "Huh?" Emma couldn't keep up with Downton's thinking at all. It has been a long time since the witch appeared, so when they heard that the burning was going to be carried out, the whole city was excited and rushed to the streets early. The prison car carrying the heretics appeared. It was a cross, and the witch was trapped on it in a large font. Normally, people would definitely throw all kinds of debris. Enjoy the pleasure of humiliating others, because burning at the stake is a grand carnival. But today, no one dared to take action. Because the witch is so beautiful. Her temperament is holy and ethereal, like a spotless lily. Anyone who sees her eyes will feel ashamed. "Everyone, please see clearly, this is the witch's ability to bewitch others. Don't be fooled." The magister responsible for escorting Saint Lily shouted indignantly. "Yes, burn her to death!" "Let the heretic die!" "Beat her to death!" The people were incited and threw eggs and vegetables at the Holy Lily. But the moment these debris approached her, they were blocked by an invisible barrier. "Damn heretic!" The magister didn't think this was the goddess's protection. The Municipal Square was crowded with people. The execution platform was a huge pile of wood, and the Holy Lily was placed on it. The torch burned. "Burn her to death!" I don't know who started it, and the shouts quickly became loud. "You must not be impulsive." Emma tried to dissuade her, holding onto Downton's sleeve tightly. If Downton robs the execution ground, he will be against the entire White Harbor, the Magic Council, and the Holy See of Flame, and there will no longer be any place for him. . "I know!" Downton reassured Emma. "Time's up. Execution!" The Magister gave the order, and the guards threw the burning torches towards the pile of wood. Boom! A grease-splattered execution platform. It suddenly burned, and the flames shot into the sky. "Burn the heretics, long live the Magic Council!" the Magister shouted. The people also shouted, but after two shouts, a huge thunder exploded, covering all the sounds. The weather, which was originally clear and clear, turned into strong winds, dark clouds, and heavy rain in an instant. Wow! The heavy rain lasted only a few minutes. After extinguishing the fire, it stopped. This scene left everyone stunned. Staring at the witch like a monster. "This is a sorcery, come here and buy firewood!" The mage looked ferocious. "Hey, this farce needs to end." Downton teleported and appeared on the execution platform, crushing Saint Lily's handcuffs, "Are you okay?" "It's okay!" Saint Lily supported him The forehead is delicate and weak. "Heretics!" the Magister shouted, "Guards, take them down!" "How did you get caught?" Downton didn't think that these miscellaneous fish could catch Holy Lily alive. "When I woke up, I found that I had been caught." Saint Lily was helpless. The dignified and authentic saint who was crowned with the title of witch was also drunk. Thousands of archers appeared on the streets, on the houses, and around the execution platform, shooting. It is indeed the richest era of Netheril. Even ordinary archers use magic explosive arrows. Even if the dragon comes in person, they have to shed a layer of skin. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? A circle of ripples spread out, and the thousands of arrows that were densely shot seemed to be held by an invisible big hand and stopped directly in place. The second wave and the third wave are the same. Whoops! call out! call out! Hundreds of magic shots followed, but they were all blocked by Downton's liquid mass. "It's not too late to surrender now, otherwise the Magic Council will kill you all!" The Magister threatened. "Are you mentally ill? Whether you surrender or not, you will die. What do you think I should choose?" Downton complained angrily, "You have read too many magic books. Are you stupid?" "Run!" People! Worried about being accidentally injured, everyone wanted to leave the municipal square as soon as possible, so a pushing and quarrel broke out, which then escalated into a stampede. "Please calm down, everyone!" The Holy Lily spreads a halo of tranquility. "The efficiency is too slow." Downton raised his right foot and kicked the ground violently. Boom! Like a big earthquake, the halo of victory exploded. Everyone seemed to have been hit on the head by a siege ram. They could no longer stand still and fell to the ground. Even the archers standing on the roofs of the buildings around the square were affected, and for a moment, there was deathly silence. "Look, it's quiet!" Downton shrugged. The only one who was still standing was Emma. She looked at Downton as if she had seen a god descending to earth. With a stomp of her foot, she could make nearly 100,000 people faint instantly. Is this the realm of the God of War? "It seems we have guests!" Before Saint Lily could finish her words, bullets were fired at them. At the same time, three waves of people sprang out from the hiding house, firing volleys of fire cannons. Da da da! The gunshots were loud. "Be careful!" Downton reminded, "These guys are very weird. Their weapons can ignore our shields." A man wrapped in black clothes teleported to the destination with a long sword that was obviously in the style of the Eastern Continent. In front of Downton, he drew his sword and slashed furiously. "Onboard!" The sound is overwhelming! (To be continued.)