Although the Holy City is prosperous, like most cities, it also has its own slums. Just in the northwest corner of the Holy City, there is a cluster of low wooden houses. Close to the city wall, there are actually a lot of grass with ventilation on all sides. Sheds, this is the slum area of the Holy City.
In a straw hut, a man about fifty years old and wearing a white magic robe was looking at the candlelight in a daze. The hut had no windows. For some special reasons, the old man could not open the curtain door. If the candles were not lit, the hut would be completely dark.
A carriage drove over from a distance. The speed was not very fast. The carriage looked very shabby, but it was suitable for driving in a slum area. If a magnificently decorated carriage came, maybe the poor people around would come out to watch the fun. .
The curtain of the carriage was opened, revealing a pair of eyes. After carefully looking at the surrounding scene, the man lifted the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, and hurried into the hay shed.
"Sir...Sir, something happened!" The person who rushed into the hut turned out to be a high-level swordsman. He knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise his head.
"Failed?" the old man asked calmly.
"Yes."
"Are you sure no one is following you?"
"Sir, I escaped back according to the first set of retreat plans. They had no way of tracking me." The high-level swordsman replied quickly.
"Yeah." The old man nodded.
They are all members of the "Magic Mist". As a mysterious organization that has survived for hundreds of years, many actions have become systematic. For example, when escaping, there are many specific plans, which are roughly divided into "Blooming" There are four types: falling leaves, scurrying rats, and puppets. The host decides which one to use in advance.
"Blooming" refers to setting up a temporary stronghold around the target of the operation. When the actors escape into the stronghold, several carriages will immediately run out of the stronghold and flee in all directions. After each carriage reaches a designated location, another Several carriages will appear and flee separately again, which greatly reduces the possibility of the actors being captured and protects the security of the organization to the greatest extent.
The 'falling leaves' plan is much more dangerous. The leader usually places the most powerful person among his subordinates in a place that is conducive to an ambush, or takes action himself. If the action succeeds, everything is easy. If the action fails, the action The attacker will lead the other party there, and use his own life to attract the other party's attention, creating opportunities for his companions to take action.
'Rat escaping' means using the city's sewers, ditches, or dug tunnels to escape. 'Puppet' means arranging several people of similar height and stature to the actor in advance to confuse the other party's hearing and hearing. Of course, there will be specific actions. Other specific arrangements.
"Did An Fei use fighting spirit?"
"No...no."
"No? Then how did he defeat you?"
"I only saw...he threw a paper bag, and then hit the paper bag with a small fireball, and then a lot of gray-white dust flew out of the paper bag, and then I saw Jinna and Peter start to scream. , I...I'm a little scared, just..."
"You said An Fei killed the two of them with a bag of dust?"
"Yes."
"Then you escaped on your own?"
"Sir, you can't blame me! There is a junior magister beside An Fei. I can't test An Fei anymore. You really can't blame me..." The high-level swordsman begged loudly.
"Shut up, you know, this is just a test, I won't punish you, although the results of the test are not satisfactory to me..." Before the old man could finish his words, he suddenly set up a water magic shield in front of him. The body also leaned down.
A ray of sword light swept in from outside the hayloft, splitting the magic shield into countless scattered water droplets, and then swept over the old man's head, neatly splitting the hayloft into two halves, with withered grass and mud flying all over the sky, and Two figures have appeared in the hayloft, it is Ernest and An Fei. At this time, the hayloft is no longer a hayloft, but more like a fence.
"Impossible!" The high-level swordsman exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost. He had already recognized An Fei.
An Fei was too lazy to talk to him. He slowly shook the white wax pole in his hand and stared at the old man. He had many questions in his mind, but Ernest was also here. An Fei wanted to ask things clearly, but he was also worried. He has indeed left a flaw that he has not discovered until now. If this is really the case, he still needs to pile up a lie because he wants to give Ernest an explanation!
In fact, making up lies is also a highly precise and difficult job. It is easy to lie but difficult to cover up a lie. After telling a lie, you often have to use ten lies to cover the lie, and then hundreds of lies to explain what you just said. Ten lies, like a loan shark with compound interest, will have more and more flaws.
"Great Swordsman Ernest?" The old man showed a helpless smile: "I'm very surprised, how did you find this place?" He really couldn't figure out what went wrong with his plan.
Ernest pursed his lips tightly, and the long sword in his hand emitted an increasingly dazzling white light. He was not the kind of person who would take advantage of words after gaining the upper hand. A battle is a battle, and a victory is a victory. Ou Nestor didn't bother to say anything more.
An Fei was too lazy to talk. It was not difficult to find these people. The quicklime had been mixed with An Fei's special fragrant powder. Unless these people could hide in a closed room or car at any time like people in modern society, they would be able to find them. An Fei lost his target, otherwise, they would never be able to avoid An Fei's tracking!
"It is the honor of my life to compete with you." The old man raised his magic wand and gestured to Ernest, appearing very polite and graceful: "The great..."
As soon as the old man's spell came out, the white wax pole in An Fei's hand was already shot out. The old man focused all his attention on Ernest. Although An Fei's strength was a difficult mystery, they came to The Holy City came to test An Fei, but Ernest, who was now full of fighting spirit, was his opponent. He was not prepared for An Fei at all, and An Fei's pewter rod was crashing into his open mouth.
The old man let out a miserable howl, fell backwards, and lifted his legs high under the force of the momentum, posing for a short time, and then the legs fell heavily again. Fell to the ground.
"An Fei, can't you respect your opponent?" Ernest smiled bitterly.
Ernest has become accustomed to his dueling methods, but An Fei is a character who desperately tries to take advantage. The two people's natures are completely opposite. It can only be said that it is fate that they can come together and become as close as a family.
"These people only know how to hide in the dark and attack others. They are not worthy of respect!" An Fei said righteously. God knows whether he was talking about the loser in front of him or himself.
"You..." The old man raised his body half up with difficulty and looked at An Fei with resentful eyes: "Don't be... proud..." Before he could finish his words, he coughed violently and spit out blood. , spitting out a tooth and a half from time to time. An Fei's stick almost smashed his tongue, and he also lost seven or eight teeth. It was very, very difficult to say these words.
"But...he is challenging me!" Ernest argued weakly. He had no way to deal with An Fei.
"Uncle Ernest, how can he be qualified to be your opponent? That is simply an insult to you!" An Fei is not a person who is easily persuaded. Facts have proved that he is often the one who persuades others.
"The magic mist...can't..."
"You've worked too hard, let me send you to rest!" An Fei sneered and raised the white wax pole. He didn't hear clearly what the other party was saying. Even if he heard clearly, he couldn't understand why he wanted to kill him. , An Fei has already made a decision and cannot let the other party reveal his secret.
"Wait!" Ernest stopped An Fei: "You are from the magic mist!"
"Ha...haha..." The old man fell to the ground and laughed happily. Then, his face became darker and darker, and it actually expanded like a balloon, forming a black ball like a swarm of flies. Qi spurted out from his mouth, covering his entire body in mist.
"Ah..." The high-level swordsman at the door screamed. His situation was the same as that of the old man, also shrouded in black mist, but one looked very happy, while the other looked miserable.
"What is that?" An Fei became more vigilant.
"It's the Necromancer again!" Ernest's expression was very solemn, and he inserted the long sword into the scabbard with his backhand.
"Necromancer?" An Fei's understanding of what a necromancer is is very superficial. He only knows that a necromancer can turn living people into zombies. This is what he fears most...
In a moment, the black mist dissipated, and two white bones lay quietly on the ground. Judging from the color of their bones, they seemed to have been dead for many years.
"Both of them are necromancers?" An Fei asked strangely. That man was obviously a high-level swordsman. I had never heard of necromancers and magic and martial arts masters!
"No, it's a terrible necromancer controlling them!" Ernest couldn't help but sighed: "An Fei, it's very likely... they will come to you again in the future."
"It doesn't matter, as long as you are protecting me, I am not afraid of anything."
"Well... forget it, let's talk about it when we go back." Ernest smiled bitterly in his heart. An Fei is so courageous, but it doesn't matter to you... But I feel that it is very difficult!
Outside the hut, a group of poor people had gathered to watch the excitement. The screams were so loud that everyone except the deaf people heard them. They came out of their homes one after another and wanted to know what happened. At this moment, they saw An Fei and Ou Nei. When Ste came out, the poor people cheered and retreated far away, looking nervously at the two strangers.
Ernest was about to say a few words when suddenly, a sound of bells came from far away. The poor people turned around in order and stared blankly at San Blancico Mountain.