Chapter 344: Chaos at Windfort

On hot summer nights, only crickets can't stand the heat and keep chirping in struggle.

Amid the sounds of chirping in the wilderness, there was a camp on the plain outside Stormwind Castle.

The hot wind from the Emerald Sea blew the knight's pennant, and on the vertical pennant, the family emblems of the castle and the eagle fluttered in the wind.

Between the charred wooden fences and spiked wooden stakes were guards dozing with spears in their arms, and rows of hitching posts, with several mounted horses snorting with their heads lowered.

Looking up to the north from the camp, they could just see the brightly lit Windfort, which was a carnival for the knights and nobles.

In the lowest area in the southeast corner of the camp, there is a smaller alternative camp, or prison.

Compared to the brightly lit Windfort, this small camp was terribly dark, because it was the camp of the wizards.

To be precise, it is not only the camp of captured wizards, but also the wizard slaves raised by the Sand Sculpture Knight Nidsal.

There are as many as 250 of them. They usually stay in the small castle near the Copper Fortress, responsible for producing alchemical potions for Nidsal and selling them on the black market.

This time, Nedsal brought the wizards to Jinhe Township. In addition to asking them to imitate the clockwork gun, the most important thing was to prevent them from escaping.

After all, he didn't leave many people near the Red Copper Fortress. If the secret party robbed the camp or something, all the wizard slaves he had worked so hard to capture for nearly ten years would be gone.

The reason why Nidsal engages in black market smuggling is not only because of its labor location advantage, but also because of its natural resource location advantage.

You should know that Black Snake Bay is adjacent to the Green Dragon Forest Sea in the south, which is the production area of ​​various sugars and spices.

The wealth of the Frankish royal family was largely due to the spice trade.

The Black Snake Bay on the edge of Linhai can obtain a large amount of spices and precious medicinal materials, which are just the materials for alchemical potions.

Ironically, the nobles did not allow ordinary people to use cheaper and more effective alchemical potions to save their lives, but allowed themselves to use alchemical potions to enhance their virility and beauty.

Being born in the royal court, he could make use of this fact, as he did not have the same psychological taboos against magic as the Imperial Knights.

Through the trade of alchemical potions, Nidsal made a small fortune.

However, due to the inherent insecurity of desert nomads, he spent most of the money on the Cossacks.

The Nikossack Knights were forced to reach the level of six-stage breathing methods, and all of them were square flag knights.

However, in order to clean up the mess for Helwin, Niedsal had to take Nikossack away and had no time to take care of these wizard slaves.

Beside the campfire, several guards munched on fruit out of boredom, watching the wizard slaves making alchemical materials under the moonlight.

This special alchemical material can only be made at night, otherwise they would have hidden in the house and slept.

"Hurry up, trash!" a guard shouted impatiently, whipping a wizard slave hard on the back with the whip in his hand.

The wizard slave named Mormont was knocked back and staggered, but was saved from falling by the support of several of his companions.

"What are you looking at?" The guard glared at the surrounding wizard slaves and shouted, "You want to be whipped too!"

The slaves and prisoners of war lowered their heads, hunched their bodies, and continued to work silently without a word of complaint.

Secret drugs that suppress spells were put into the food of these wizards, turning them into alchemists who could not cast spells.

Otherwise, these wizards, who have always been unruly, would never be willing to endure such injustice.

The guard laughed, walked aside, picked up the wine jug and started drinking wildly.

The captain of the guard shouted, "You slaves, you cause trouble for us every day. Can't you wait until tomorrow when the unclean Kushite is on duty before refining the gold?"

"Those Kushites are in cahoots with you guys anyway, hahahaha."

"They are all relatives of the devil!"

“Hahahaha—cough cough cough”

The guards' laughter echoed throughout the camp, but before they knew it their laughter grew hoarse and their vision began to blur.

"What's going on?" A guard squinted and looked around, trying to see the scene clearly.

"Is the wine so strong tonight? Cough cough cough—" The captain of the guard rubbed his temple and shook his head.

Perhaps the wine was too strong, or perhaps something else in the alcohol paralyzed the guards' nerves, so they simply didn't notice -

The wizard slaves who were originally hunched over gradually straightened up.

Suddenly, a silent scream broke the silence, and the guard who was hit looked at the ceremonial knife stuck in his neck in horror, and slowly fell to the ground.

Mormont drew his ceremonial knife and looked coldly at the panicked guards.

Another guard stood up shakily and pointed at the slaves. When he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak, let alone shout loudly.

"You...what do you want to do? Go back!" Several wizard slaves blocked the way in silence.

"Do you want to die?" The guard swung the whip with all his strength, but his arms were shaking and his strength was weak, so the whip dragged limply through the air.

He looked down at his palms, took a few steps back, his steps unsteady, his eyes full of fear and disbelief.

Dozens of wizard slaves have already surrounded them.

They roared in low voices until the guards were beaten beyond recognition, and then they waved their hands.

The wizard Mormont, who had been beaten earlier, pulled out a dagger from the waist of the guard's body and said, "Send a signal. Go open the door of the barracks and let those bastards out. I'll go to the warehouse to find the awakening potion."

"it is good."

This small group that started the riot was obviously led by Mormont, and his orders were quickly passed down.

A burst of rapid bird calls pierced the night sky. The monks who were gathered together playing cards picked their ears and asked the monk near the window to close it.

The grandmother of the Alco family held a banquet tonight and invited high-level monks, leaving only the low-level monks like them to keep watch in the camp.

Through the window, they could see the carnival party. Naturally, they felt unbalanced and couldn't sleep, so they had to get up and play cards.

"Dong dong!"

There was a knock on the door of the hut. A monk frowned, put down his cards, stood up, walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

A timid voice came from outside the door, "Sir, someone was injured in a fight."

The monk asked impatiently through the door: "Where are the guards?"

The wizard slave replied in an inaudible voice: "The guards are drunk and can't be woken up. Besides... those wizards are fighting each other with spells. They have obviously drunk sleeping potions..."

"What?!" This even alarmed the monks who were playing cards. They stood up in shock and anger and stopped playing cards.

The monk leader slammed the wooden sign in his hand on the table: "These rubbish! Open the door and take all the holy oil!"

After unlocking the complicated door lock, the heavy iron-clad door slowly opened.

"You..." The monk was about to ask about the process in detail when he heard a strange buzzing sound.

It feels like someone is shooting arrows?
Before he could figure it out, the arrow had already protruded from the back of his head, and the arrow was still covered with brain matter and blood.

"Oh no! Block the door!"

The monks rushed to the weapon rack on the wall in panic, hurriedly drew their swords, and searched for suitable protective gear.

Another monk tore off the tapestry on the wall, trying to block the crossbow attack, his face full of panic.

Some people even picked up chairs on the table as shields and staggered back.

Only one elderly monk shouted anxiously: "Go and get the holy oil!"

These panicked monks suddenly woke up from their dreams, rushed to the lockers, opened the doors with trembling fingers, and eagerly searched for bottles and jars.

However, before they could get ready, several wizard slaves rushed in.

They swung their heavy hammers and smashed them at the nearest monk.

A monk raised his sword to block in panic, but was knocked back by the huge force. He took several steps back and hit the wall, groaning in pain.

"Stop them!" the panicked older monk shouted, but his words were interrupted by a heavy hammer.

The sledgehammer hit him on the forehead with a thud, the top of his head collapsed directly, and his brain was squeezed out by the huge pressure.

The wizard slaves were unstoppable. A wizard swung a hammer and smashed it hard on the chest of a monk. White bones splattered and hung on the monk's hair.

The next second, a wizard grabbed the monk's hair, pulled his head, and slammed him against the wall with all his strength. The monk fainted immediately.

After a while, there were only corpses on the floor in the room.

These wizards were experienced in murder and arson. After killing people, they would tear off the precious tapestries and monks' robes, which were soaked in grease.

It was lit under the bright candlelight and thrown towards tents, stables, and firewood piles. The fire spread quickly in the hands of the wizard who was most skilled in playing with fire.

There was thick smoke, flames, running crowds, coughing, and the neighing of frightened war horses. Even the music in the castle became a little quieter.

After a sudden silence, the camp suddenly fell into chaos.

The roads were clogged with people running in panic, trying to put out the flames but choking on the thick smoke and coughing.

But what they didn't see was that a wizard had walked out of the barracks where they were imprisoned, looking at them with fierce and hateful eyes.

(End of this chapter)