"Hey, is that a ghost?" A novice North Wind Knight pointed fearfully at the figure emerging from the soil.
Although they often patrolled the cemetery, they had never seen a real ghost! All they had heard were just legends. Now, a suspected ghost was standing right in front of them, and these North Wind Knights felt their legs go weak!
After all, this didn't seem to be a low - level ghost with just a bony frame. A being with remnants of flesh and blood from its previous life couldn't be too weak!
Another novice North Wind Knight dashed out like a gust of wind and struck the ghost with his sword, knocking it down directly!
"Why are you so brave?" an old - hand North Wind Knight asked the novice.
"Didn't you guys say before that these kinds of ghosts are very fragile? The one five years ago was killed with a single sword strike. So what do I have to be afraid of?" the novice North Wind Knight said matter - of - factly.
The old - hand knight covered his head. This guy was really a hothead!
At this time, another old - hand North Wind Knight squatted beside the "ghost" and observed for a while. Then he suddenly said to the other North Wind Knights in surprise:
"Look, this guy's blood is red. It's not a ghost! And he's healing slowly! This guy is a wild witch! We've struck gold!"
It turned out that what these North Wind Knights had found was not a ghost, but the troll who had been electrocuted by Horn before!
The troll wasn't dead!
His ability was self - healing. So although he had lost his breath and heartbeat after being electrocuted by Horn's Arcane Spell, after being buried in the soil for a day, he came back to life thanks to his self - healing ability!
But unfortunately, as soon as he climbed out of the soil, he was discovered by the North Wind Knights!
...
At the moment, the troll, wearing heavy shackles, was waiting to be received by the white - robed deacon.
Normally, once a wild witch like him was discovered, he would definitely be burned to death. But when facing the black - robed deacon, the troll suddenly shouted:
"Don't kill me! I know the identities and addresses of other wild witches! I also know information related to the Evil - faced Man!"
Rives had once said that anything related to the Evil - faced Man must be reported to him first. So the troll had to be interrogated by Rives first.
After waiting for a long time, the troll finally saw the legendary Rives.
What appeared in front of him was the same as what Enoch had seen during the test. Even though he had never seen Rives before, he felt a sense of familiarity.
"You're a wild witch, aren't you?" Rives, looking down from above, stared coldly at the short and stocky troll.
"Yes, sir," the troll said with his head down.
"Look up at me!" Rives said.
Hearing Rives' words, the troll looked up and saw Rives sitting in front with a blank expression. The left half of Rives' face was burned beyond recognition by the fire, making him look like a fiend!
The troll was so scared that he lowered his head again and didn't dare to look at Rives' face.
Seeing the troll lower his head, Rives frowned. A green cyclone shot out from his fingertips, piercing directly through the troll's shoulder. A large gush of blood spurted out from the wound!
This was a first - level North Wind Divine Spell. Although it was very useful, its power would be greatly reduced once the distance was a bit far.
"Do you think I'm scary?" Rives asked the troll sternly!
"No, no, I wouldn't dare! I'm not worthy of looking directly at your face, sir!"
The troll was shaking like a sieve. He didn't even dare to touch his shoulder, which was in excruciating pain. He knew that if he annoyed the white - robed deacon in front of him at this moment, he would die right away!
"Is that so? That's more like it! Now tell me what you know!" Rives said calmly.
"I know the locations of a total of five people..." The troll told Rives everything he knew without hiding a single thing. If he wanted to survive, he had to offer valuable information!
However, compared to the information from a low - class wild witch, Rives still wanted to know about the Evil - faced Man!
"What did you say about the Evil - faced Man?"
"The Evil - faced Man is a wild witch!" the troll whispered.
With a bang, Rives kicked the wound on the troll's shoulder. The wound, which had just stopped bleeding due to the troll's strong self - healing ability, burst open again and became even bigger!
"Are you saying that I was defeated by a wild witch?" Rives stared at the troll fiercely. If the troll dared to say yes, his head would be off immediately!
The troll, who was in so much pain that he was rolling on the ground, heard this and quickly knelt in front of Rives again, kowtowing repeatedly until there were bloodstains on the floor.
"I wouldn't dare, sir! I didn't mean that at all!"
"Really? Then burn him tomorrow," Rives instructed the black - robed deacon beside him.
"No, sir, you promised! As long as I told you, you would consider sparing me! You can't go back on your word!"
The troll felt it was so unfair. The current situation was so similar to what he had imagined! Couldn't he even save his own life by betraying four wild witches?
Rives scratched his chin and sneered at the troll, "I didn't go back on my word! I've considered it, and you still have to die!"
The troll was completely in despair!
"You said you've seen the Evil - faced Man, right?" A clear and sweet voice sounded. A woman in a light blue long dress walked gracefully over. She had an elegant figure, fair skin, and long, smooth black hair tied up at the back of her head. Her face was covered with a white silk scarf.
She was Gratirias,
the Holy Maiden of the North Wind Divine Church!
Hearing the voice, Rives quickly turned around and knelt on one knee. A white - robed deacon was nothing in front of the Holy Maiden. When the Holy Maiden went out, she had a full ten white - robed deacons as bodyguards, more than the total number of white - robed deacons in the whole city of Leon!
And there was also Marcus, the strongest among Rives' peers, as her bodyguard.
It seemed that something had happened in the southeast direction. All the bodyguards the Holy Maiden had brought this time had gone to reinforce, and there were only two white - robed deacons guarding her.
"The Holy Lady Gratir is asking you. Did you see the Evil - faced Man?" Rives looked up at the troll and said.
The troll also realized that this woman was a much more important figure than the previous white - robed deacon. He knelt down and turned to face Gratir, bowing his head.
"Yes, I've seen the Evil - faced Man, but his face was covered. I couldn't see what he looked like."
"You didn't see his face, but you must have heard his voice. What did his voice sound like?" Gratir asked.
The troll thought for a while and said uncertainly, "It should be the voice of a young man."
"A young man? Hehe." Gratir turned around and left Rives and the troll. Before going too far, she left a sentence.
"Don't let this guy die for now. I'll keep him for a purpose. And let this guy go with us to capture the wild witches."
Hearing that Gratir asked him to go and capture the wild witches, a venomous look appeared on the troll's bowed face.
All those wild witches were to blame for his current situation!
So he wanted revenge!
"Yes, Holy Maiden," Rives said with his head down.
A mysterious expression appeared under the Holy Maiden's veil as she left.
A young man. Oh, is it your son, King Douglas?