Chapter 225
"Why...you go up and practice your hands with those prisoners? Don't worry, if you think you can't beat them, I can help you give your opponent some medicine in advance!"
Yormangang urged George while gathering magic power in his palm. When the magic power reached Peak, he waved his hand. Under the surge of magic power, the projection phantom of the deepest cell in the Temple of Heresy appeared on George's body. Before, the prisoners guarded inside had a clear view.
George noticed that in addition to a large number of all Human Race fighters in this cell, Barbarian Teckis, who had previously fought in battle, was also among them.
Interestingly, at the door of the cell where Tykes was being held, a youngster was gesticulating with Tykes up and down with excitement, as if he was practicing wrestling.
"By the way, the noble boy who is playing monkeys at the door can't be used to beat him. His name is Peter Macbeth. He is a cash cow that we recently bought from the defending army at a high price. It depends on his father alone. We earned a lot of Gold Coin from the money we sent, and the boy’s battle strength was not enough to watch, and he couldn’t make a fuss if left alone. So just putting him under house arrest in the temple didn’t give him much pain. "
"But recently I don’t know if this kid is taking the wrong medicine or something. He always runs to the death row inmates, seeming to be learning skills with that Barbarian teacher? Anyway, this is really letting him go. I have a headache. It seems that I have to prepare some confinement rooms for the nobles in the future."
This is an unexpected harvest! George didn’t expect to find him thousands of times in the crowd, only to return and find it easily. Peter Macbeth has sound limbs and looks comfortable. It seems that Little Old Man Eli Macbeth doesn’t need to worry about severing his sons and grandchildren. !
At this moment, George seemed to feel that someone was looking towards him through the projection illusion. Jorman Gund didn't seem to notice, but George did feel this inexplicable sight. Although this sight was not friendly, it was not aggressive.
The other party deliberately only exposed his breath to George alone. Obviously, he conveyed such a meaning to him-I am waiting for you on stage!
But is this possible? Penetrate the projection spell of others for a reverse peek without being noticed by the caster. How strong can this be done! Where did such a powerful prisoner come from? Why did he find me?
Countless questions entangled in George's heart. After hesitating for a moment, George made his own decision.
"Palace Lord, I want to wrestle with that man!"
George points to a cage in the phantom projection, where a human warrior of about a few years old is leaning against The iron wall of the cage just rested quietly. The knife-like contours of the face, the deep eye sockets, the deep law lines, some white but very neat beards, and the large and small scars on the whole body, all are silently telling the unusualness of this warrior.
Although the soldier did not open his eyes at this time, George can be sure that it must be him who passed through the phantom projection and cast his sight on him just now!
What George didn’t expect was that when he named the soldier, Jolman Gund, who was standing next to him, first showed a surprised expression, and then began to laugh wildly. Trembling, due to the emotional changes, even his phantom projection of summon has become a little fuzzy.
"This is fate, this is fate... Very good, I accept this fight!"