Harry Potter: I Am a Legend - v6 Chapter 1

The sky is getting close to dusk, the scorching sun hanging in the sky is exhausted, the huge towering city wall, groups of soldiers patrolling the city wall with torches. They have brand-new red armor, the weapon on their waist is also a slender Frankish saber, and their heads are dragged with bright blue tail feathers.

But in stark contrast to their brand new armor.

Each of them frowned, and some even covered their noses. Resist the smell in the air.

The source of the odor is self-evident.

On the wall, every hundred steps, a black iron cage is hung. The iron cage is full of spikes. The spikes are stained ocher brown with dried blood. In each iron cage, there is a naked curled up. Dead men and women.

They explained that in a square inch-sized cage, they became dry under the scorching sun, their gums were bare, their eyes were pecked away by crows, and their bodies were corrupted.

The pastor of the church dragged a long pastor’s robes and followed behind the soldiers holding torches. Their faces were covered with white cloth and they were chanting words. Every time they passed by an iron cage, they would sprinkle a few drops of water on the corpse in the cage. Hope Purify their sinful souls.

The end of the line.

The priest Marsk’s gaze retracted from the cage above his head. He was pale, tall and thin, wearing a red monastic gown, and there was not much emotion in his eyes.

These are all the wizards and witches executed by him these days. In the eyes of Marsk, they are all brutal and brutal, murderous and arson thieves. They were guilty of death with werewolves and ghouls, abducting virgins in the dark, and sipping blood in a polished silver cup.

945-

Iberian Peninsula—

Aragon-Goragosa.

It was the era of the prosperous Catholic Church.

A rush of footsteps broke the daily life on the wall, the soldier carrying the cross shield stopped, and the priest stopped chanting.

Father Marsk turned his head and saw that another group of soldiers hurriedly rushed to the wall from the streets of the city. The clothes worn by these soldiers were very different from the soldiers on the wall. Each of them was wearing a cylindrical helmet with a hand on their waist. Cross sword. There is an iron shield on the back with a thick two-headed eagle and a red cross painted on the shield. Looks sturdy and unusual.

A soldier in the Inquisition and a subordinate of Marsk.

The soldiers of the court escorted a man onto the wall. There was only one man, but the soldiers were densely **** into rice dumplings. His waist, legs, arms, and even his mouth were stuffed with several thick ones. Rope.

The soldiers on the city wall swarmed around, and some of them couldn’t bear to look at them.

“Father Marsk!”

The soldier carrying the cross shouted loudly: “We have caught another wizard!”

wizard

wizard!

Father Marsk’s nose suddenly expanded, and he was as excited as a hound smelling blood. He took out a black-clad “Bible” from his chest. With it, he would be invincible forever.

He separated the crowd and walked out, and the soldier violently pulled the thick knot in the man’s mouth.

“I’m not a wizard, I’m not a wizard, let me go!”

The man looked at the person hanging on his head in the iron cage in horror, his expression almost crying: “Something must be wrong, I am not me, I am a devout believer, and God can testify for me.”

“Of course I will let God testify for you.”

The headed priest shrugged blankly, “But before that, you have to prove your purity.”

With that said, he opened the “Bible” and flipped to the Gospel of Matthew, and read: “There is nothing that is covered, nothing is hidden, nothing is hidden, and nothing is unknown. The matter between two people is not a secret. , God knows the things of a person!!!” Pop! He closed the page again, and said to the soldier on the side: “Do it!”

The soldier stepped forward skilfully, drew out the long sword from his waist, stabling.

“what!!”

The bound man let out a scream of horror, his body shrank quickly, and the rope that bound him was soon loosened, and the man turned into a tabby cat, trying to take his way and escape.

The priest took a step back with a cold snort, and the soldiers drew out their spears and stabbed them one after another. Soon, the piebald cat was fixed to the ground and kept twisting.

The sunset concealed the plains.

Moonlight succeeded the earth.

The priest stepped resolutely to the tabby cat, and asked in extreme disgust, “The blasphemer, who taught you transfiguration?”

The tabby cat twisted his body and turned back into a human being. One of his legs was stabbed by a spear. He was bleeding and unable to move. He could only look at the soldiers who surrounded him with a panic expression and a word in his mouth. Can’t tell.

“Name your teacher, maybe you can suffer less.”

The priest took a torch from the soldier next to him, knelt down, put the torch to the forehead of the one-legged wizard, and scorched his hair.

“If you don’t tell me, be careful I hang you on the torture rack and slowly burn to death.”

The one-legged wizard struggled and twisted, trying to stay away from the hot torch, but the priest reluctantly pressed the torch on his forehead, and he finally screamed.

“I said I said, I said!”

The priest smiled slightly and put away the torch.

But at this time, the sound of horse hooves came from the distant plain.

The priest turned his head and saw, he saw a cavalry team running from a distance and stopped at the gate of the city wall. There were about a hundred people. Their armor was shining in the moonlight, and the flags held by the riders were fluttering. Carnations.

The leader of the team was a tall man. He was about thirty-nine years old. He had gray hair, weather-beaten eye sockets, and a few scars on his face. A light armor covering the whole body, wearing a plain black and white robe, and a cross hung on his chest.

???? The man’s gaze was a bit distracted, his focus did not stop on the soldiers waiting on the wall, he looked at the slowly opening door, his eyes were full of anxiety and impatience.

The priest recognized him.

It is the Earl of Aragon, Ramiro.

The illegitimate son of King Sancho III of Navarre.

A man who was not blessed by the gods, according to legend, his mother was just a prostitute in Navarre, the offspring who was accidentally conceived by the drunk King Sancho III in the woods and had fun.

In Navarre, which is based on Catholicism, this kind of thing is a shame even for the royal family. As an illegitimate child, he was naturally unworthy to bear the royal family name, and even appeared in public.

But I don’t know what ecstasy soup was poured into that great Sancho III. After the illegitimate son became an adult, he handed over Aragorn, the most important plain in the northeast of the kingdom, to him.

Seeing the man on horseback outside the city wall, everyone on the city wall showed a completely different look, and the church soldiers carrying the cross showed contempt. They are not employed by the royal family, but only serve the church. They naturally despise the illegitimate children, even if they are the illegitimate children of the king.

On the other side, the soldiers from the Public Security Department showed respect.

Count Miralo, who has been in office for fifteen years, has worked hard to govern, behaved lightly, encourages production and childbirth, and has no bad habits. In this chaotic land, there is basically no better rule than him. The person.

The city gate opened.

The illegitimate Earl stalked up the city wall.

The priest raised his finger and motioned to his men to calm down.

When he approached.

The soldiers carrying the cross and his guards all knelt down on one knee, whether they were waiting to see the king’s illegitimate son, but he was indeed the actual authority in Aragon.

“Why did you come back so early?”

The priest Marsk looked at the plain robes on the earl with a gloomy expression.

A month ago, Count Miraro, the administrator of Aragon, was called by the king to go to Pamplona, ​​the capital of the Kingdom of Navarre, without knowing what happened. The original plan was to come back in two months, but I didn’t think about it, but returned after only one month. He didn’t even search for many wizards in Aragon for a month.

“The king is dead.”

Count Miralo responded briefly to the priest, and then turned his eyes to the one-legged man who fell on the ground.

“what’s happening?”

He asked the head of the Sheriff’s Department.

“We caught a wizard, my lord.”

The head of the Sheriff’s Department replied.

“I am not! I am not!”

The one-legged man rolled forward and rushed forward and hugged the man’s thigh, “I am not a noble adult, I am not”

He was quickly dragged back by the hordes of soldiers and pressed to the ground.

“wizard?”

The earl’s loose eyes gradually became sharp.

In this land, theft, looting, rape, and even murder are not guilty of death, except for blasphemy.

In the definition of the church, all human beings with extraordinary and unknowable power are the incarnations of **** demons, and existence is extremely evil. The most important thing is that the power and doctrine of this group of people violate the orthodox doctrine approved by the church or challenge the authority of the church. Once discovered or confirmed, they must be executed immediately.

He then asked: “Is there any evidence?”

“This man just turned into a cat, and we all saw it.”

The soldier babbled: “Yes, he is a very dangerous deformer. We suspect that he is closely related to the disappearance of the baby three months ago.”

Count Miralo said no more, he slowly drew his long sword from his waist and came to the man who was subdued, and said in a deep voice: “Just seven days ago, the great Sancho III, the sacred Nava King Ra, also my father, returned to heaven. Before he died, he handed over this land to me to manage.

Under the glory of God, I, Ramiro I, will not allow any heresy blood to flow here, all blasphemous witchcraft will be destroyed, all evil rituals will be forbidden, and all heretical existence will eventually Be purified-Amen. “

After speaking, he clicked three times on his forehead and on his shoulder.

“Amen.”

The pastor behind him prayed together under the torch.

Count Miralo raised the sword, and the one-legged man’s horrified eyes fixed in the flames of the torch.

Ramiro I, who was newly on the throne, stabs the sword in his hand heavily.

Accompanied by a scream.

The crow flapped its wings and flew up.

The wizard immediately separated his head, and blood gushed out from his broken neck. After twitching a few times on the wall, the headless body gradually stopped moving.

After the execution of the prisoner with a solemn expression, the newly appointed King Ramiro I returned the sword to his scabbard. He turned and looked at the surrendering crowd behind him, expressionless.

Several soldiers from the Public Security Department came forward and carried the body away.

His staff immediately took out a scroll from his chest, took a step forward, read the will of King Sancho III in front of a row of soldiers and priests under the torch, and simply read the exact date of the coronation.

However, after reading, the atmosphere on the wall was not much harmonious. Under the swaying torch, the killing remained.

Father Marsk took a step forward and lit a trinity on his body, and said coldly: “Earl, the wizard must have had other accomplices just now, did you kill him like this?”

The soldiers with cross shields behind him all stepped forward.

Ramiro I looked tired, and he sighed: “The king just died. When I finish handling the internal affairs, Marsk, I will issue you an arrest warrant across the territory to help you thoroughly investigate all the wizards in Aragon. .”

Arrest warrants across the territory!

Marsk’s expression improved a lot. He nodded and nodded slightly to Ramiro: “May God bless you, Lord. I will inform the bishop and let him choose a day to preside over the coronation ceremony for you.”

“Many thanks.”

Ramiro nodded slightly and bowed to the priest.

Only then did Ramiro I relax slightly.

King Sancho III has just passed away, and the entire kingdom is in a turbulent age. The king’s four heirs have been given their own territories. As an illegitimate child, his legitimacy has to be questioned.

The shrewd Ramiro would naturally not allow his orthodox brothers to succeed to the throne and then covet his own territory. Even more, he does not want Aragon to lose his power and completely become a vassal of the church. He wants to prove his dominance and legitimacy to everyone.

In this land of Europe, there is nothing more important than getting the support of the church.

Whether it is a king or a lord, whether it is a knight or ordinary people, they can only think and live within the framework of religion, and they cannot be surpassed.

As long as he can get the support of the church, his government will have legitimacy. Then with his ability and skill, he can fight everywhere, defeat his group of imposting brothers, and become the whole Iberian Peninsula and the entire European continent. The Mediterranean became his inner lake and became a character like Alexander the Great.

Thinking of the wonderful place, Ramiro couldn’t help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a slight smile.

However, he just ended the conversation with the priest.

On one side of the city wall, an old servant in gray clothes squeezed up, sweating profusely and panting.

Ramiro I recognized him immediately, he was the steward of his castle.

The butler ran to Miralo I, and whispered another news in his ear.

And this news made Ramiro I, who had just become the king of Aragon, suddenly changed his face, and his mood sank to the bottom.

???? The news is from home.

On his way to attend the funeral of King Sancho III, his wife gave birth to a boy for him.

But this is not the point, the point is.

His new born son.

Turned out to be a wizard.