Chapter 87 Red Mask
"The person who created this magic and the forest witch are really terrible. They can even think of and learn such evil methods."
Babat said in a trill.
Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him.
Shadowbinder's head continued to explain.
"A curse is carved on the flesh of the Son of Shadow. After his death, his body is thrown into the arms of the Cold God to judge the sinners in the world..."
"He is the hound of death, sniffing out the breath of the living and hunting for it, and devouring the shadows of the living..."
"Only by finding the Lord of Light's token and returning it to his fallen servant can his anger be extinguished."
Sam's face lit up and he hurriedly asked: "What is the token?"
"Mask...my mask...where is my mask..."
Unexpectedly, Shadowbinder's head suddenly became violent and rolled against the wooden board.
They were yelling nonsense about masks and covering their faces.
Thorol whispered: "Shadowbinders usually wear lacquered wooden masks and don't easily show their true colors to others."
"Where's his mask?"
Rhaegar nodded to indicate understanding and turned to ask.
Babat raised his hand: "In my brother's bedroom, when the soldier was holding the head to claim credit, the mask was not taken off. My brother took it off himself and kept it in the secret room."
"Hmph, he really knows how to challenge for spoils."
Solor snorted and urged him to find the mask immediately.
Babat didn't want to stay in the attic for a long time, so he ran away as if running away.
Rhaegar had no intention of paying attention to Barbat, and his eyes fell on Sam, who was circling the Shadowbinder's head.
At this time, Sam trotted after the head, his bloated figure looking very clumsy.
Keep asking about ways to destroy the shadow monsters.
The head screamed strangely, sometimes shouting the Lord of Light, sometimes shouting the magic tide...
"Forget it, let's find out some clues."
Rhaegar sighed and called, "Lord Sam, there's no need to ask."
Sam didn't seem to hear it, and stared straight at the spinning head, his eyes becoming more and more fanatical.
"Something is wrong, Ser Thorol!"
Rega's expression changed slightly, and he quickly called out to the only reliable middle-aged man beside him.
Thorol is a true knight, agile and agile.
One step rushed into the candle circle, stepped on the spinning head, and slapped the unconscious Sam down.
Bang.
Sam was whipped around and fell to the ground unconscious.
Solor ignored him, untied the belt around his waist, and tied his head tightly.
Use a dagger to secure it to the board.
After finishing dealing with the end of his hand, Thorol picked up the unconscious Sam and looked back at Rhaegar.
Then they each sighed.
They all saw deep helplessness in each other's eyes.
Rhaegar was a little worried: "Will Lord Sam be okay?"
"Prince, don't worry. Old Sam was successfully carried away by the use of magic. One slap can knock him out, and two slaps can wake him up."
With that said, Solor was about to take action.
"Wait, let Sam get some sleep."
Rhaegar hurriedly called to stop.
There has always been friction between the Brun family and the Kleb family.
I really feel sorry for Sam's respect for him to let Solor take action.
"Let's go out first and leave Lord Sam to his guards."
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the Shadowbinder's head, which was still moving around. Rhaegar shuddered and left quickly.
…
The next day.
Outside the walls of Terror Cave Castle, a large number of people gathered.
Two 800 soldiers from the Brun family, 300 soldiers from the Kleb family, and more than 2,000 free people from the savage army.
The three parties each stay in an area.
On the city wall in front of them, a huge black dragon stretched its wings, and its shadow enveloped half of the castle.
It is this giant dragon that makes them extremely honest.
Rhaegar stood under the glutton's chest and picked up a piece of the red paint mask with gloves.
The lines of the mask are very simple, and the eyes are narrowly placed, giving it a slightly weird look.
After observing, he looked at Babat who was bowing to serve him and said, "Let's go."
Barbat hesitated: "Prince, do we really want to abandon the defense of the castle and go to the wild to fight the curse?"
"Did the castle stop the shadow monster from killing your brother?" Rhaegar asked rhetorically.
Babat shut up immediately.
After a night of thinking, Rhaegar decided to take the initiative.
The more the shadow monster kills, the faster it grows.
There is no time to wait.
They have the Shadowbinder's head in their hands, as well as the red paint mask as a token.
Relying on the powerful dragon flames of the Glutton, as long as the shadow monster shows up, it is easy to eradicate it.
Thorol agreed with Rhaegar's approach.
In his opinion, the dragon is invincible and can burn all evil.
Sam wakes up from a coma and regains his consciousness.
At this time, he was riding on a horse, holding the Shadow Binder's head in his hand, not daring to take another look.
Rhaegar planned to use the Shadowbinder's head as part of the bait.
"Set off!"
Rhaegar rode on the dragon's back, over the heads of the wildling army, and shouted orders.
The crab claws commanded their respective savages, holding various weapons, and followed closely with cheers.
It is their honor to fight behind the dragon.
Thorol and Sam issued marching orders one after another and rode their horses forward.
The destination is neither near nor far.
Choose an open space where two families are fighting.
The terrain there is open, and the glutton's dragon flames can work better.
…
Arrive at the clearing.
There are also mottled bloodstains and fishy stench left by the bloody battle not long ago.
Sam glanced around and glared angrily at Solor's side.
Soldiers from the Kleb family lost their lives in these bloodstains.
Thorol was dismissive.
What does the war between the Bren family and the Kleb family have to do with Bren, a branch of his family?
If someone in the fief hadn't been killed by a curse.
His distant relative Babat begged him for help, but he would not come.
The Glutton hovered over the clearing and slowly descended.
Rhaegar ordered: "Pour the kerosene in a circle around the open space."
"Yes, Prince."
The soldiers of the Brun family drove the carriage, which carried barrels of kerosene.
Shadow monsters are afraid of fire.
Thorol proposed lighting a circle of fire in the clearing, with soldiers firing rockets to support it.
Sam was not idle either.
Several hooded prisoners were escorted out.
The head he was holding in his hand was stuffed into the arms of one of them, and he said solemnly: "If you can survive, I will forgive your sins."
"Mask...my mask..."
The head was still mumbling for a mask, twisting around in the prisoner's arms.
The prisoner cannot see the outside world, but he can feel what is in his hand.
He was so frightened that he fell to the ground, feces and urine flowing out.
His head rolled to the ground, not knowing the pain, but still muttering.
Sam took one last look, reluctant and frightened.
Rhaegar turned his face away from the yelling prisoner.
The skull has said that shadow monsters stalk the living.
In other words, the more people there are, the more likely they are to be attacked by shadow monsters.
With nearly three thousand people present, the shadow monster must have noticed.
Strictly speaking, not only these prisoners, but everyone is a bait.
It's just that they are more dangerous.
Rhaegar made no objection.
A group of prisoners, compared to having their heads chopped off, this method of atonement still has a chance to survive.
When everything was ready, Rhaegar patted the glutton on the back and gave the command: "Fly!"
Let’s look at the past situation.
Shadow monsters are afraid of dragon flames and dare not fight against the dragon.
The shadow monster suddenly attacked yesterday. Something must have happened to make it go out of normal.
anyway.
He and Glutton leave the clearing, making it easier to attract shadow monsters.
Neither one person nor one dragon went far, just waiting on the mountain ridge on the side of the clearing.
Once there is a change below, Lei Jia can control the dragon to support.
