The moment he sensed the magic energy that suddenly climbed in the slave's body, Gao Wen realized that the situation was not good. He rushed forward suddenly, and while starting, he activated the knight's charge skill, and loudly warned the recorder who still had not reacted: "Danger! Leave down!"

The recorder's reaction was half a beat slow, and at this time the slave's whole body had swelled violently. An ominous red light spread out from his swollen and torn flesh. Countless chaotic and vicious runes quickly crawled over his skin. The poor man who had long lost his consciousness finally let out a painful cry, but just before he turned into a bomb and exploded completely, Gao Wen finally arrived.

The iron glove wrapped in white light suddenly swung from the side, pushing the live bomb away from the crowd, and then a vague shadow flashed past Gao Wen, Amber appeared from the shadow and knocked the completely stunned recorder to the ground rudely.

The explosion then rang out, and the knocked slave exploded like a balloon that expanded to its limit. All the flesh and bones instantly turned into deadly shotguns and splashed out in all directions. Even though they were far away from the crowd, some hard bones still crackled on the wooden table at the registration port, leaving pits of varying depths on it. If Amber hadn't brought the recorder to the ground in time, this unlucky guy would have been disfigured even if he had not died.

It was not until this time that other people reacted. The soldiers standing guard in the distance ran towards this side. Hetty immediately supported the magic barrier and activated the "detection distortion" magic to check whether there were other dangers on the scene. The recorder who escaped the disaster trembled and crawled up from under the table with an extremely clear shoe print on his face.

"Closing the scene, banning unrelated personnel from entering and leaving," Gao Wen glanced at the explosive scorched pit left on the dock, and ordered loudly and quickly, "Water guards, go and stop those ships, control the slave traders, and bring back the previous batch of slaves who have completed the registration! Quick!"

Under clear and clear commands, everyone took action quickly, while Hetty ran to Gaowen quickly and looked at the latter's whole body nervously: "Ancestor, are you okay?!"

"It's okay, this level of explosion won't hurt me," Gao Wen waved his hand, "Is there any residual aura on the scene?"

Hetty shook her head, and just as she was about to say something, another voice suddenly came from nearby: "What's going on, what's going on, are you still testing art here?!"

Gao Wenxun looked over and saw that Pitman was running towards him: the druid was responsible for checking whether the slaves who came to the territory were healthy. He and several of his newly collected potions were staying on the other side of the dock. After hearing the movements here, he immediately ran over.

Amber shouted in a panic: "I don't know what's going on! Someone here suddenly exploded! Didn't scare me to death!"

"A poor slave, suspected to have been made into a bomb with magic," Hetty explained with a gloomy face, and roughly described what had just happened, "...it looked like a corpse explosion, but the man was obviously alive before the explosion, and could even walk around."

After hearing Hetty's description, Pittman's face suddenly became gloomy, and his eyes were filled with some complex and deep fear. He didn't say much, but walked quickly to the center of the explosion.

Although it was a living person who exploded on the scene, there was not much overflowing flesh and blood here. The moment the evil magic was activated, it seemed to produce extremely high temperatures, and it heated up from the inside out. All the explosive wreckage had been carbonized, and there were only a large number of black and hard debris near the caldera pit of the explosion.

Pittman squatted down near the carbonized wreckage. The wrinkles on his face were tighter than ever before, and his face was terrifyingly serious. This druid, who always smiled and smiled in a hippie manner, had never shown such a thing before. Even Amber was startled by his expression, but then, the half-elf lady's attention fell on the unrecognizable wreckage.

She turned her face away: "It's so... crazy."

"It seems you know something," Gao Wen came to Pittman and squatted down like the other party. "Have you seen such evil tricks?"

Pitman picked up a charred fragment from the ground. It was a twisted and deformed bone. He removed the black carbides on the surface of the bones, and then recited several short spells. A bright green light suddenly appeared in the bones, but the green light just flashed and soon disappeared.

When Gao Wen saw the magic reaction remaining in his bones, he was shocked: "Druid spell?!"

Pittman nodded slightly: "Everything will die, also known as the Doomsday Club, have you heard of them?"

Gao Wen frowned. He had a vague impression of this noun, but he couldn't remember it clearly. After trying hard to recall it, he realized: "That fallen druid faction? The one who was the 'Holy Spirit School' before?"

"You know," Pittman threw the bones in his hand, "this is their trick."

Amber looked at Gao Wen and Pittman, and asked a question mark on his head: "What is the end of everything? Is it a cult?"

"It is indeed a cult," Hetty had already come over at this time. She heard the conversation between the three of them. "They were originally a sect among the druids, called the Holy Spirit School. They advocated that natural gods still favor the world and that they should continue to fulfill the covenant in order to restore the harmony of all things in nature. They were originally the faction that inherited the most orthodox factions and retained the most complete knowledge of ancient druids. However, seven hundred years ago, this school suddenly broke with various Orthodox churches. Nearly half of the members rushed into the wasteland of Gondor in a madness, and the remaining members changed their name to "The Dead of All Things" and fell into a cult, and were publicly expelled from the druid group by various druid schools..."

Gao Wen knew this history more clearly than Hedy: "Strictly speaking, they became the Dark Sect after the establishment of the Holy Covenant. There were many religions at the time, and many sects were in a state of hostility, but the Holy Covenant made all sects give up their hatred and swear to never be enemies again. Naturally, many sects could not accept this. Those that could not be accepted became the so-called Dark Sect later. However, it would be very special to die in all things. It was originally a druid faction, one of the many druid schools. No one expected that a dark sect would appear in the druid faction that had transformed from the theocratic organization into the ordinary transcendent organization... This surprised many people at that time."

"The Holy Spirit School is the closest among all the druid factions to the original faith. Even after the fall of White Star, they maintained the church structure and code of conduct from three thousand years ago. Therefore, even without divine art, they were completely orthodox divine religions at that time. Even before the establishment of the Divine Covenant, when the leaders of the various sects communicated with the gods on the top of the peak of the ancestors, the leaders of the Holy Spirit School were on the scene," Pittman added Gowen's words, "so it is not too surprising that they entered the path of fall like other dark sects."

"When I died last time, everything would die, but it was just a small organization," Gao Wen frowned, "I thought they would disappear from these seven hundred years of strangulation and suppression..."

"The fact is the opposite. Not only did they survive, but they became one of the most powerful dark sects," Hurty's voice was low and serious. "The druids themselves are professions that are good at surviving in harsh environments, and the organization of the society that will eventually perish is extremely mysterious. Their inheritance method is obscure and strict. It is rarely exposed to the eyes of the world on weekdays, but as long as they move, it will inevitably be an extremely terrifying and ruthless attack..."

Gao Wen's eyes flashed: "For example, throw a ** bomb at the newly built new Cecil collar?"

While talking, he couldn't help but look at the carbonized pieces all over the ground, and the anger and sorrow in his heart surged up at the same time.

It's simply inhumane.

Pittman stood up, looked at the soldiers around him who were on guard against the enemy, and shook his head slightly: "No, if everything really died, it would not be such a small-scale and purposeless action. They have always had clear goals, and the attacks would be linked one by one..."

Amber grabbed his hair hard: "Why do you all seem to know this fate very well? I don't know it alone?"

Pitman looked at the half-elves with anger: "Because when you were a child, you would fall asleep every time you told you about history!"

"Nonsense! I can listen to classes even when I sleep, that must be because neither you nor my dad told me this!"

Gao Wen pressed the amber back and looked at Pittman with a serious face: "You can recognize the magical reaction of the end of everything, right?"

"Strictly speaking, it is to distinguish the traces of the druid spell," Pittman nodded. "Are you worried that the slaves who have just sent me still have such a bomb hidden in them?"

Gao Wen nodded slightly: "I have to worry."

“It is right to have such a guard.”

Soon, the slaves who had passed the physical examination and registered before were brought back to undergo Pittman's magical induction test. The inland ships that were ready to return after unloading the "cargo" were also stopped. The slave traders accompanying the ship were left for review and quickly locked the original owner of the "** bomb".

Gao Wen handled this matter directly in the wooden shed next to the dock. He first found the document from Hedy where the serfs and slave labor sent this time.

The explosion occurred with a mine slave worker from Tanzan town named Sam.

"This batch of slaves was purchased from all over the country, including the Viscount Leslie and the Viscount Condor and the Viscount Carroll further north. They were first sent to Tanzan town. The Byron Knights organized a distribution point there. After the slaves from all over the country gathered up a few ships, they were led by their respective slave traders to board the ship and sent to this place," Hetty explained the situation. "The deceased was a local slave worker in Tanzan town. His original owner was a slave trader nicknamed "Golden Eyegel" and had been controlled."

At this time, Pitman also walked into the wooden shed: "It has been checked, and there are no traces of evil magic on others, so it is safe."

"Are all safe?" Gao Wen confirmed with concern.

"Safe," Pittman replied with confidence, "I am quite confident in magic sensing."

Gao Wen rubbed his eyebrows: "A organization that does not move easily will be like this... specially sent a ** bomb to my territory. How did this brain circuit grow?"
Chapter completed!