Chapter 175 Combination Magic

In a solid and dim room in the city.

The armor of the Saint Knight Roland, who was captured by Roddy, had been stripped off, tied to a wooden stake, with thick and black iron chains wrapped around it. When Roddy walked in, the captured Saint Knight just glanced at him with the corner of his eyes, then closed his eyes, looking angry.

One of his right arm had been cut off by Roddiegen on the battlefield. At this moment, his shoulders were wrapped in gauze layer by layer, and the warlock in the city had also healed his wounds. This man had a strong personality, and although his face was pale and sweaty, he didn't even hum.

Roddy stood in front of the knight and looked coldly at the blood on his body. The knight still closed his eyes, but after a while, he didn't hear any movement. He couldn't help but open his eyes again, but saw the young man in front of him looking at him coldly.

Of course he knew that the person in front of him was Duke Tulip - at this moment he still exuded the fierce and murderous aura on the battlefield, and his eyes were like bloodthirsty beasts.

"Your name?" Roddy finally spoke, his voice was cold, and his chin was slightly raised. He looked at the knight in front of him with a high gaze.

The captured knight gritted his teeth and glared at Roddy hard, but said nothing.

"I've seen your sword and your armor, and I also noticed that your sword hilt is silver. So, are you a silver sword knight in Roland? Then it should be considered the 'big knight' you call it?" Roddy smiled coldly, then shouted in a low voice: "I'll ask you again, your name!"

The knight's eyes were filled with anger, but he just said nothing.

Roddy took a step slowly and said in an indifferent tone: "What's wrong? Are you angry? So what are you going to do? Continue to maintain your ridiculous dignity? Then swear to death, or spit a bloody spit at me?" Roddy's eyes were filled with cold mockery, and the smile at the corner of his mouth seemed a little evil.

Zieg behind him was a little surprised - when did the Duke become so vicious?

Roddy continued, "I have some understanding of the so-called chivalrous spirit of you Roland people... You lost to me and became my captive, so now you are my slave! Unless your family redeems you with money or something! Or you defeat me... Dear Lord Knight, am I right? Where is your chivalrous spirit? Do you think you lost to me and are unwilling to accept it? Or did I use some sinister means to defeat you?"

The Saint Knight finally spoke, his voice was a little hoarse: "My name is Geta, and he is the leader of the Third Knights of the Saint Knights Legion! I lost to you, and there is no dissatisfaction. Your strength is far stronger than me."

"Very good." Roddy nodded, winked at Qige, and signaled everyone to go out first.

Although I didn't understand what the Duke meant, everyone in the cell immediately followed the order.

"Okay, Knight Geta." Only himself and this knight were left in the cell in Roddy. He looked at Ghata coldly and said slowly: "I have something to ask you, and I hope I can get the answer from you."

The Gerta's eyebrows stood up and said fiercely: "I won't tell you anything! I am a proud knight and I won't want you to surrender!"

Roddy smiled coldly: "Don't worry, I don't care about any situation in your coalition. In fact, I am not interested in your so-called military intelligence. It's just that you are from the Holy Knights, unlike the army of those kingdoms, you are a senior knight in the temple and should know what I want to know."

Geta laughed twice, then said fiercely: "If you want to inquire about the secrets of our temple, it is impossible!"

Roddy shook his head and smiled coldly: "Look, Knight Geta, I don't mean to make things difficult for you. In fact, on the battlefield, as long as I swung my sword, you are dead now... I know your chivalrous spirit, I defeated you under fair conditions and captured you, then you must obey me now... Of course, you are just trapped in some legitimate things and cannot force the captive to betray his family or beliefs. If I ask you any information about your army, you can reject me. But if it is just some other matter, you cannot reject me... Unless you have given up the faith of the knight, or you have given up the spirit of the chivalrous spirit?"

Geta shook his head and whispered, "What do you want to know?"

Roddy nodded and said slowly, "Is there a saint of black veil in your temple?"

When Roddy said the words "Saint of the Black Gallery", a strange look flashed in Gotta's eyes - there was a little surprise in that gaze, but with a little admiration or admiration... It was a complex look, just like the look of the guards looking at Miss Nicole when Roddy just entered the Tulip Duke's Mansion.

"What are you asking about this?" Geta was in a daze for a moment, and then he immediately became alert.

Roddy shook her head: "Now it's the question I asked you, not the question you asked me. You are not qualified to ask me any questions! This question does not seem to betray your faith, right?"

Geta hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth and said, "Yes. Lord Muse is someone we all respect very much!"

Roddy nodded and asked again, "Then I ask you, where is the Lord Muse now? In the Kingdom of Sauron? Or in the Temple?"

Geta shook his head: "I don't know."

Roddy looked at him for a moment, and saw from his eyes that the man was not lying.

Roddy took a deep breath, his voice trembling, but he still asked, "She, how is she now? I heard that she was punished by the temple for opposing the war..."

When Geta heard Roddy mention the muse, he said "her" instead of "him", and a surprised expression appeared on his face: "You...you know that the muse is a woman..."

Roddy shook her head: "You forgot again, now I'm asking you a question. You are not qualified to ask a question!"

Gerta's eyes showed a vigilant look: "I can't answer you... why do you..." He said here, suddenly remembering that he could not ask questions. When he spoke, he immediately changed his mouth and said: "This is the matter of our temple, I can't exude."

Roddy smiled softly: "I just know your Muse. I met her when I was in the northwest. It was a fair duel and I respected her very much. So I heard that something happened to her, so I wanted to ask about her recent situation."

Geta hesitated for a moment and finally said slowly: "I don't know... But when we went to war, we met Lord Muse, and we were with the Great Elder of the Temple. It seemed that she had nothing to do."

Roddy breathed a sigh of relief. Muse had nothing to do, and he felt a little calmer - he knew that those guys from the Divine Cult are all crazy people! It seemed that they always like to tie people to the stake and burn them to death.

"Okay, thank you for your honesty." Roddy nodded, then he looked at Gotta coldly and asked again: "Then, the next question: You Rolanders have always been just passive defenses, why did they suddenly form a coalition force to invade us this time?"

Before Geta could speak, Roddy added: "I heard that your temple was given the instructions from God. What was going on? Why do you think you can defeat us?"

Geta immediately said: "I can't answer you this question! This involves my faith, I can't betray my faith...I refuse to answer!"

Roddy sneered again: "Do you refuse to answer? If you don't say it, won't I find a way to ask?"

Gerta's face immediately showed anger: "You can't force me to do things that betray my faith, even if I am your captive, it won't work! That... that's not in line with the spirit of chivalry!"

Roddy glanced at him indifferently: "Silly, what kind of chivalry spirit... This is the continent of light! I am not a knight either!"

Geta's face turned red, but he couldn't say a word, but the anger in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Roddy looked at him coldly: "You want to say I am despicable and shameless? Now you suddenly invaded us and attacked our land. As an invader, are you qualified to say me?"

Roddy stopped looking at him and turned around and walked out of the cell. Zieg stood outside the cell, watched Roddy come out, and immediately said: "Sir Duke..."

Roddy shook her head, looked at the soldiers next to her first, and said coldly: "Let him know how to speak! But don't kill him."

Zieg frowned: "Sir, he looks like a high-level knight. Such a person has a tough and stubborn personality, I'm afraid..."

Roddy's heart moved and nodded: "Well, it makes sense... Such a person may be useless to torture his body..." He pondered for a while, and suddenly a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "Don't torture him no matter how much... You let him be by his side day and night, give him food and drink, don't torture his body... But there is one thing! No matter what method you use, don't let him sleep! Don't let him sleep for a moment! If he wants to sleep, let him wake up no matter what method he uses!"

"Ah?" Zigg was stunned. He had never heard of this way to torture prisoners - he had only heard of those who did not give food, drink water, or used various punishments, but he had never heard of them not giving them to sleep.

Roddy smiled slightly: "This method is before going to war, An...an... an old friend taught me. I don't know if it works or not, let's try it first."

Seeing Zigg feeling a little difficult, Roddy frowned: "Is this difficult? Splash water or beat the drums on his ears. No matter what method is used, he will not be allowed to sleep for a quarter of an hour! I'll see how long he can support it!"

The men under his command immediately went down. Roddy and Zieg walked out of the cell. Zieg followed Roddy all the way, as if he was hesitating, and finally couldn't help but speak, "Sir Duke."

"What?"

Zieg gritted his teeth and said, "My Duke, I think your approach is strange... I am frank, you never despised doing this kind of thing to torture the prisoners in the past."

Roddy stopped and turned to look at Zieg. Zieg thought the Duke was angry, but he still raised his head and faced Roddy's gaze.

Roddy nodded and said, "Mr. Zieg, I know, you are a little disdainful of this kind of thing. Torturing a prisoner seems to be a little unelegant and even a little despicable. It is a disgraceful act... right?"

Although Zieg had sweat on his forehead under Roddy's sharp gaze, the stubborn man still shouted: "Yes."

Roddy looked at Zieg quietly for a few seconds, then sighed slowly, and finally left Zieg's face and turned to look at the sky.

It was already night now. After a day of fighting, the soldiers in Leiming City were all hurrying to rest, and only the soldiers on the city wall were still patrolling nervously. A nervous tranquility enveloped the sky above the castle.

"Ziger, I ask you, what is our mission?" Roddy looked at the starry sky and said in a low tone: "What is the purpose of our battle?"

Zieg thought for a while and shouted: "Of course, we will destroy those enemies and drive them out of our continent."

Roddy nodded and sighed: "That's what you see and what you can think of. But I'm different, Zieg, I think of more than you!"

Roddy slowly patted Zieg's shoulders. He was originally much younger than Zieg, so it was a bit strange to make such actions. But at this moment, Sieg was patted by the Duke on his shoulders like this, but he didn't feel any strange in his heart, as if it was very natural. Before he knew it, he had forgotten that the duke in front of him was much younger than him. Before he knew it, he seemed to have returned to the days when he followed the old Duke of Tulip. At that time, the Duke had patted his shoulders like this to teach himself.

Roddy's voice rang in his ears: "I am the commander, Lord Zieg. My mission is not only to expel the enemy, but also to be responsible for the lives of these soldiers! While defeating the enemy, I also have to find ways to reduce the loss of our soldiers' lives! If I take a wrong step or give a wrong order, then thousands of people will probably die!"

Zieg didn't speak, listening quietly to Roddy's voice.

"Maybe, you think torture a prisoner who has no ability to resist is a no honor! But Zieg, you are wrong!! If torture this prisoner, you can get important news. If this important news can help my soldiers avoid a major loss... Then I think it is completely correct to do so!"

Roddy's voice gradually became serious: "Maybe your words make sense. Out of the dignity of a samurai, it is unfair to torture a person who has no ability to resist... But you are not just a samurai now! You are the commander of an army! So many soldiers handed their lives in your hands! The most important task you undertake is not how to maintain the dignity of a samurai, but those living lives!"

"Do you think that my doing this is not in line with the noble honor of a warrior? Then I tell you that as long as my soldiers can reduce their losses and as long as my soldiers can survive, I can do something even more 'unreputable' in the future!"

When Roddy said this, his eyes were cold and ruthless. Zieg stared at the duke in front of him in a daze, remembering the green smile on his face when he just walked into the barracks, and the weakness when he executed those villagers in the northwest village. He couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his mind.

"Duke..." Zieg was a little excited. He looked at Roddy with respect and whispered: "You have really changed."

Roddy smiled faintly and said slowly, "I have seen so many people around me die, and people will always change."

Waving his hand, Roddy seemed to want to swing that silent mood. He glanced at Zieg and changed the topic: "The magic that the Rolanders magicians made today is a bit strange. What do you think?"

Zieg nodded: "Yes, logically speaking, our warlocks are no worse than their magicians, but the magic created by our hundreds of warlocks is not that big of a move... I have never heard of so many dense lightning."

Roddy nodded: "Yes, although magicians can sometimes use a magic to attack or defend on a large scale, after all... after all... they are different. Those magicians are ordinary middle and low-level. Even if they can use lightning magic, at most hundreds of people can emit lightning at the same time... But the power is definitely not as great as today! The power of hundreds of small lightning is impossible to break through the Qi shield of our warlock... But the power of the magic used by those magicians today easily breaks through the defense of our warlock..."

Zieg suddenly said, "I think it's like this... That lightning magic is simply used by a top magician... or even more powerful! Even the legendary forbidden spell..."

Roddy shook his head: "Have you seen the forbidden spell magic? I have experienced it myself... In the northwest, I fought with their Black Gallery Saint. At that time, Miaosi used the forbidden spell, and it was not as powerful as today..."

Zieg's face was a little solemn: "So, what do you mean is, have the Rolanders found a way to increase the power of magic exponentially when many magicians cast magic at the same time?"

Roddy thought for a while and suddenly said, "Mr. Sieg, I ask you, if you are a strong young man, how strong does an ordinary person have to punch him?"

Zigg was stunned for a moment and said, "I haven't noticed this before, but if I want to knock down a strong man, I have to have a hundred pounds of strength for one punch, right?"

Roddy nodded: "Yes. For example, if a strong man faces a group of children, each child has very little strength, and one punch will not hurt any damage... Even if dozens of children take turns to punch, the strong man will not be hit... But if the strength of these children gathers together and condenses these strengths into a fist and hits them out... Then the strong man will be hit..."
Chapter completed!