Throne of Magical Arcana

The thick smoke billowed, and every inhalation made a thick sound like a rotten bellows, as if burning the throat and lungs, and the consciousness of the summer wind soon blurred.

"No, you can't sleep, you will die."

"Awake, you must be awake!"

Uh ...

The boundless red color is dim and dim, the deepest and deepest blackness emerges, and the summer wind is like a drowning person, struggling to grasp everything that can be grasped to help itself to change this state of powerlessness, and get rid of this inexplicable Darkness.

Suddenly, a little red light lit up in front, like the morning sun rising.

它 Under its light, Xia Feng felt that he had recovered a little strength, and then desperately moved closer to the red light.

夏 When the summer breeze really took this step with the help of the light, the light became brighter and brighter, turning from red to pure white, breaking the dark hole into pieces, and disappearing instantly.

"Hoo." Xia Feng sat up sharply, panting in a big mouth, even dreaming of a terrible fire, and before the fire came, he was in a coma because he inhaled too much smoke. It can only wait vaguely and desperately for the flames to spread. Just like the ghost presses of the past few times, he knows that he is dreaming, but he wants to break free, but he has no strength or control.

This dream is unusually real, giving Xia Feng a lingering fear, plus he didn't feel the existence of the fire, so he sat idly and did not return to God for a long time.

As the rapidly beating heart slowly stabilized, Xia Feng's spirit condensed. I remembered that I was catching my graduation thesis in the overnight reading room of the school's comprehensive library, and laughed at myself: "In recent days, it has been such an irregular night life, no wonder Would have such a real nightmare. "

When Xun Feng looked in front of him, preparing to pack up the reference book and return to the bedroom, the strange and beyond-imaginary scene struck his mind like a sledgehammer, leaving him abruptly blank.

There are no beautiful wooden desks in front of the library, no messy reference books, no draft papers ready to be entered into the computer, only a dark, ragged, blanket, and this blanket is covered by myself Body.

The place where he sat was not the library's back chair, but a narrow wooden bed.

"This is where?!"

Although Xia Feng was somewhat introverted and not fast enough, at this time, she found all kinds of errors: even if it was really on fire, she was taken to the hospital by herself, and it was not like a hospital!

He was tense in his heart, looked around in a hurry, and stood up reflexively.

As soon as stepped on the ground, Xia Feng felt an extreme weakness and dizziness. When his feet were soft, he would fall obliquely.

Xia Xiafeng hurriedly stretched out her hand, propped herself up on the bed, and stabilized herself. Her face was pale and uneasy. This glance just now had already looked around completely.

A dilapidated, narrow hut, in addition to the wooden bed next to it, there is only one wooden table that may fall apart at any time, two fairly good stools, and a crate with holes, and On the other side of the crumbling wooden door, there was a stove that could not see its original color and a crock pot hung from the stove. The firewood under the stove had not been extinguished for a long time, and there was no heat.

Everything is so strange, Xia Feng can't judge where he is at all, and the constant feeling of weakness makes Xia Feng's mind confused:

"Where exactly is this ?!"

"The body is like a serious illness, and it feels like the pneumonia just disappeared in high school."

Uh ...

Countless thoughts echoed in his mind, but Xia Feng never encountered such strange and extreme things. His somewhat introverted personality made him wonder what to do next, and his deep panic quickly fermented.

The only thing to be grateful for was that there was nothing nasty, so that Xia Feng was able to breathe deeply a few times habitually, and slowly calmed the panic. At this time, a loud shout came from outside the hut:

"Burning the Witch! Adelaide is about to burn the Witch!"

"Everyone go!"

"Burning that damn, evil witch!"

Fear and excitement, two very opposite emotions, were clearly revealed in a strange accent. Xia Feng was interrupted by panic, and curious, he said to himself: "Witch? What is the world here?"

As an adult who likes novels, that kind of bad premonition is faint in Xia Feng's heart, but he hasn't had time to think about it. When he slammed, the poor broken wooden door was knocked open. A twelve-year-old boy Rushed in.

"Brother Lucien ..." The boy with short brown hair and a knee-length linen top was surprised when he saw the summer wind standing by the bed, "Are you awake?"

Xia Feng looked at the clothes that were different from the modern style, and nodded his head numbly, a ridiculous thought came to his mind: "Lucien, the witch, the church, burned to death, did I really cross, and still The dark ages of hunting witches in medieval Europe? "

Things always go in a bad direction. Murphy's Law is a cold reminder of the summer wind, the boy ’s hair color, and the dirty linen clothes he wears are all confirming this. As for the language the boy speaks, Xia Feng ’s body instinctively It is understandable and seems to be able to be used, but he is far away from the linguist and cannot judge which language it is.

It's not surprising to see Xia Fenghun's unwillingness and his little boy with a few black and gray stains on his face: "Mom always refuses to believe me. She still crying in the middle of the night, her eyes are swollen, and she keeps thinking of poor little Evans It's like Brother Lucien you've been buried in the cemetery. "

"My dad was so noisy that he went to the bad boy of Simon's house early in the morning to send a letter to Sir Wayne's manor, so that his brother could find a way to come back once. He was already a knight attendant of the trainee. Stick to that outrageous, funny price in front of me. "

Speaking of his elder brother who was a knight's attendant, the little boy raised his chin slightly, and had a heartfelt pride.

不过 "But now, they lose, I'm right, how could you be wrong, Brother Lucian!"

He said, he was holding Xia Feng's arm, "Go, Brother Lucian, go to the church square to see the Burning Witch, which is the wicked witch that made you arrested by the church guards for an overnight interrogation!"

In the face of great changes, I just want to think about the summer breeze of life quietly. I didn't want to go with the little boy to make fun, and directly burned a living person. It was a thing that I thought was a good summer breeze. Since you can't stop it, don't witness it well, but the little boy's last sentence surprised Xia Feng: "Is this witch involved with me?"

As a result, Xia Feng's thoughts changed, and she was surprised, and allowed the little boy to stumble, and stumbled to Adler to run to the church.

Along the way, Xia Feng took the opportunity to look at the people who went to the church in Adejean.

The weather is relatively warm. Men basically wear linen tops with short and narrow sleeves, same-colored trousers and heelless shoes, and women are boring single dresses. A large pocket is often sewed on the skirt. The common feature is simplicity and shabby. .

Most of the brown-haired brown pupils are mixed with blond hair, red hair, black hair, blond, red pupil, blue eyes, etc., with deep features and a very three-dimensional sense.

"Is it really the Middle Ages?" Xia Feng looked at herself, the same linen jacket, the same trousers, the same heeled shoes.

Not long after I came out of the dilapidated, low-slumed house gathering area, I saw a small but stately church with a semicircular vault, a huge white cross nailed to it, and the windows below it were very narrow.

There are already many people around the square. The little boy pulls Xia Feng left and right, and keeps squeezing forward, which attracts a lot of people to see it angrily, but because this is the church square, I dare not jealous of the two. Asshole.

After a short squeeze, Xia Feng suddenly opened his eyes. It turned out that he was already at the front.

A wooden cross is placed in the center of the square, and a pale, pretty-looking woman in her twenties in black robes is tied on it.

The people around me smashed the stones, wooden blocks, saliva, etc. that they brought with them towards the woman in black robes from time to time.

"Smash you **** witch."

"You witch is hiding in our Adjean district, you must want to kill us!"

"My poor little Tracy died of illness a few months ago. It must have been done by your evil witch! Oh, my poor little Tracy ..."

Uh ...

Occasionally was hit, but the woman in black robes closed her thin pale lips tightly, and did not utter a sore hum, but the statue generally looked at the people standing on the church stairs.

Headed by a middle-aged man in a large white robe with gold trim, wearing a white soft hat, holding a round badge painted with a white cross, watching quietly, without speaking, solemn and solemn, behind him Several men and women in white robes stood clean, tidy and ruddy, in stark contrast to the poverty and filth on the square.

After these white robe men, standing in a row of guards wearing silver-gray chain mail, marvelous.

The middle-aged man took out a pocket watch-like thing and saw that it was almost time, so he took a step forward and held up the round badge with one hand.

Suddenly, the angry, hateful, and noisy people in the square quieted down suddenly and simultaneously.

只 On the whole square, only the sound of wind blowing through clothes is left.

Xia Feng is very surprised. Even in modern times, to achieve such a degree of obedience and conditioned reflexes, it takes at least several months of training, and these ordinary people who seem to be poor people can do it? What is it that makes them do it?

The middle-aged man held the badge, but his voice was not loud but spread throughout the square: "Poor sinner, you are deceived by the devil, wishing to gain evil power, from the body to the soul is full of filth, only the Holy Light can purify you This is both the Lord's punishment and the Lord's gift. It is the Lord's tolerance for the lost lamb. "

"Burned her, burn her!" The surrounding poor were sparse at first, and then shouted neatly.

The confusing and frantic scene made the summer wind tremble. If anyone knew that he was coming through, the next torture would be Lucien, who had occupied the soul by the evil devil.

"Before purifying you, the tolerant and benevolent Lord asked me to ask you one more question: Would you be willing to repent? Sincere remorse allows your soul to be thoroughly purified and enter the heaven where the Lord is." The middle-aged man was gentle and compassionate I asked.

The woman in black robe suddenly burst into laughter, and her voice was sharp and harsh: "I am searching for the truth of magic, not the God of truth, burn me. I will watch the destruction of this sinful kingdom in flames, and this magnificence Churches collapsed. "

"Crazy!"

"It's evil!"

"The curse of the bishop turned out to be cursed, these wizards blinded by the devil are really damn!"

"Burn her!"

Bishop didn't say anything ~ www.readwn.com ~ But the many poor people around fell into a hoarse madness.

For the first time in Xia Feng's life, he was in a frenetic and unreasonable atmosphere, and he couldn't help thinking: "Europe in the Middle Ages is really dangerous!"

不过 "However, how can she burn her without a wood pile?"

Although she had pity and intolerance for the woman in the black robe, Xia Feng didn't dare to take the slightest move, otherwise one person could smash herself to the stone.

Cardinal Bi prayed a few words, and the voice became louder and louder without feelings: "Sinner, then you will go to **** in the purification of the Holy Light."

The middle cross badge that struck his hand exploded brightly, and it was so dazzling that Xia Feng could see with his eyes, all white.

Bishop Wu held a small sun in his hands, solemn, majestic, and sacred. Everyone, including the little boy beside Xia Feng, bowed his head and prayed and praised quietly.

The light gathered and shot towards the blue sky. When it reached the height of the vault, the light turned back and fell on the torture stand.

The red flames ignited, how tall was one person, and surrounded the woman in the black robe.

She laughed wildly and cursed wildly:

"I will watch this sinful kingdom destroy in flames."

"I will watch this magnificent church collapse in flames."

"I will watch you in the flames sink forever!"

Uh ...

The stern voice was endless, and the woman in the black robe burned to ashes with the torture rack.

And Xia Feng fell into a dull moment when the dazzling light of that badge broke out:

"This is not medieval Europe ..."

"This is a world with real magic and magic!"

"My name is Lucian ..."