In the moment of sensing the magical energy that suddenly climbed in the slave, Gao Wen realized that the situation was not good. He rushed forward, and at the same time started the knight’s charge skills, and loudly still did not respond to that. The recorder warned: "Danger! Your Majesty!"

The recorder's reaction was slower than half a beat, and at that time the slave's body had violently swelled up, an ominous red light filled out from his swollen flesh and blood, and countless chaotic vicious runes quickly climbed. Filled with his skin, this poor man who had lost his mind finally gave a painful cry, but Gao Wen finally arrived before he turned into a bomb.

The iron gloves wrapped in white light slammed from the side, pushing the live bomb to the place far away from the crowd, followed by a vague shadow flashing from the high body, amber appeared from the shadow, and the one The completely stunned recorder violently knocked down to the ground.

The explosion followed, and the swept slaves exploded like a balloon that swelled to the limit. All flesh and bones turned into deadly bullets in an instant, splashing in all directions, even if they were far away from the crowd, some hard. The bones still slammed on the wooden table of the registration mouth, and left a pit of different depths on it. If it wasn't for amber, the recorder was brought to the ground in time. The unlucky guy was not dead and disfigured.

Until this time, other talents reacted, and the soldiers standing in the distance came to this side. Heti also propped up the magic barrier for the first time and activated the "detecting distortion" magic to check whether there were other dangers at the scene. The escaping recorder climbed up from under the table with a clear shoe print on his face.

"The blockade of the scene, prohibiting unrelated personnel from entering and exiting," Gao Wen glanced at the explosion coke left on the dock, loudly and quickly, "the dock guards, to stop the ships, to control the slave traders to the other one." The slaves who have completed the registration are brought back! Fast!"

Under clear and unambiguous orders, everyone took action quickly, and Herty quickly ran to Gao Wen's side and nervously looked at the latter: "The ancestor, are you okay?!"

"Nothing, this level of explosion still can't hurt me," Gao Wen waved his hand. "Is there any residual breath on the scene?"

Herti shook her head, and just as she just wanted to say something, another voice suddenly came from nearby: "What happened? It’s hard to make you test the art here?!"

Gao Wen followed the sound and saw that Peterman was running here: the druid was responsible for checking whether the slaves who came to the territory were healthy. He and his newly recruited pharmacy apprentices were on the other side of the dock. After hearing the movement here, I immediately ran over.

Amber was stunned and screamed: "I don't know what happened! Someone here suddenly burst into anger! I didn't scare me!"

"A poor slave, suspected of being made into a bomb with magical magic," Herti explained with a sullen face and described the things that had just happened. "...much like a corpse, but The man was alive before the explosion and could even move around."

After hearing Hetery's description, Pitman gloomy in his face, and his eyes still had some complicated and deep jealousy. He didn't say much, but walked quickly to the center of the explosion.

Although it was a large living person who exploded on the scene, there was not much overflowing flesh and blood. The moment of the singularity of the sorcerer seemed to produce extremely high temperatures, and it was warmed from the inside out, and all the broken debris had been carbonized and exploded. There are only a lot of black and hard fragments near the pit.

Pittman squatted near the carbonized wreckage, the wrinkles on his face were tightened more than ever, and his face was serious and terrible. This Druid, who always showed his hippie smile and his face, never had a look. This performance, even the amber was shocked by his expression, but followed, Miss Half Elf's attention fell on the unrecognizable wreckage.

She didn't look away: "It's really... mad."

"It seems that you know something," Gao Wen came to Pitman and kneel down like the other person. "Have you seen this magic?"

Pitman picked up a piece of burnt black from the ground. It was a distorted bone. He removed the black carbide on the surface of the bone. Then he read a few short spells, and the bones suddenly glowed green. But those green lights just passed away and quickly dissipated.

Gao Wen saw the magical reaction left in the bones was a surprise: "Druid spell?!"

Pittman nodded slightly: "All things are dead, also known as the end of the day, have you heard of them?"

Gao Wen frowned. The term he had some vague impressions, but he couldn't remember it. After trying to remember it, he reacted: "The fallen Druid faction? The predecessor was the 'Spirit of the Holy Spirit'?"

"You really know," Peteman dropped the bones in his hand. "This is their approach."

Amber look at Gao Wen and look at Pitman, a head question mark: "What is the end of all things? Cult?"

"It is indeed a cult," Herti had come over at this time. She heard a conversation from three people. "They were originally a sect in the Druid, called the Holy Spirit School. They advocate that the natural gods still care about the world and should continue. The fulfillment of the covenant can restore the harmony of nature. They were originally the most complete lineage of all the Druid factions and preserved the ancient Druid religious knowledge, but this school suddenly and Orthodox seven hundred years ago. After the break, nearly half of the members rushed into the ruined land and ruined themselves, and the remaining members changed their name to 'the End of the World' and ended up as a cult. They were publicly expelled from Drew by various Druid schools. Yi group..."

Gao Wen knows more about this history than Bihti: "Strictly speaking, they became dark sects after the formation of the Holy Covenant. When the religion was established, many sects were hostile, but the sacred covenant allowed all sects to abandon hatred. And sworn that they will never be enemies. Naturally, many sects can't accept this. Those who can't accept it become the so-called dark sects. But all things will be special. It was originally a Druid faction. One of the many Druid schools, no one thought that there would be a dark sect in the Druid faction that had been transformed from a theocratic organization into an ordinary superhuman organization... This surprised many people at the time."

“The Holy Spirit School is the closest to the original faith in all Druid factions. Even after the fall of the White Star, they maintained the church structure and rules of conduct 3,000 years ago. Therefore, even without the magic, they were completely Orthodox gods. Teach, even before the sacred covenant, when the leaders of the sects communicated with the gods on the top of the ancestor's peak, the leaders of the Holy Spirit school were on the scene," Pitman added Gao Wen's words. "So they walked in like other dark sects." The path of depravity is not too surprising."

"When I last died, everything will be a small organization," Gao Wen frowned. "I thought they would disappear in the seven hundred years of strangulation and suppression..."

"The opposite is true. They have not only survived, but have become one of the most powerful dark sects." Herti’s voice is low and serious. “Druid itself is a profession that is good at living in harsh environments, and it’s the end of everything. The organizations of the dead are extremely mysterious. Their inheritance is concealed and rigorous. They are rarely exposed to the eyes of the world on weekdays, but as long as they are active, they must be extremely horrible and ruthless attacks..."

Gao Wen’s eyes flashed: “For example, throwing a bomb at the newly-created new Cecil collar?”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at the carbonized pieces on the ground, and the anger and sorrow in his heart rushed at the same time.

It is simply unhuman.

Pitman stood up and looked at the soldiers around the enemy. He shook his head slightly: "No, if it is the end of all things, it will not be such a small-scale and purposeless action. They have always been clear-cut. And the attack will be a ring..."

Amber grabbed his hair and shook his hair: "Why do you all know that this is going to happen, I don't know?"

Pittman didn't look at the half-elf with a sigh of relief: "Because you will tell you about history when you are young, you will fall asleep!"

"Nonsense! I can listen to classes when I fall asleep. It must be that you and my dad have not told me about this!"

Gao Wenshun pressed Amber back and looked at Peterman with a serious look: "You can recognize the magical reaction of the end of everything, right?"

"Strictly speaking, it is the trace of the Druid spell," Pitman nodded. "Are you worried that the slaves that have just been sent are still hiding such bombs?"

Gao Wen nodded slightly: "You have to worry."

"It is right to have such an alert."

Soon, the slaves who had passed the physical examination and completed the registration were brought back to receive Pitman's magical sensory detection, and the inland river vessels that were ready to return after the “goods” were also stopped. The slave traders accompanying the ship were left to be censored and quickly locked in the original owner of the "** bomb".

Gao Wen handled this directly in the wooden shed next to the dock. He first found the source of the serfs and slaves from Herti.

The explosion was caused by a mine slave worker from the town of Tanzan, named Sam.

"These slaves were purchased from various places, including the Viscounts of Leslie and the Viscounts of Kant, and the Viscounts of Carroll. They were first concentrated in the town of Tanzan, where the Knights of Byron organized a At the point of collection and distribution, the slaves from all over the country took up a few ships and then they were led by their respective slave traders and boarded here. Heti explained the situation. "And the deceased was a local slave worker in Tanzan town. He originally The owner is a slave trader nicknamed 'Golden Eyes Pigel' and has been controlled."

At this time, Pitman also walked into the wooden shed: "I have already checked it. There are no traces of sin in other people, it is safe."

“Is it all safe?” Gao Wen did not feel relieved.

"Safe," Pitman answered with confidence. "I am quite confident in magical sensing."

Gao Wen's eyebrows: "All things will die in this easy-to-do organization... I will send a bomb to my territory. How long is this brain circuit?"

Then he looked up: "Bring the 'Golden Eyes' over. Also, check if the dead serf has relatives or acquaintances, and bring them over. I have to understand the situation." 8)