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After Salin used the power carried by his ring to warn Cang Hong, he asked Sikka to support him, Cang Hong supported Sarah, and the three of them quickly left the battlefield in the mangrove. WWw.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.COm
Saleen did not bury the bodies of these people. In the swamp, burial was meaningless. All kinds of monsters would quickly dig the bodies out of the ground.
The four of them tried their best to speed up, carefully avoiding the Terror Monster. This kind of little monster was rare in the mangroves, but it was more dangerous than the soul-sucking demon. Even a magician will lose his combat effectiveness if he is hit by the monster's skill.
As we approached the edge of the mangrove, there were muddy traps everywhere under our feet, so we had to stop. Cang Hong didn't have a map here, and Salin hadn't fully recovered yet, so the four of them had to go up to the tree to rest.
Saleen had completely absorbed the power of a level three magic core and replaced it with a new level three magic core. He leaned on the thick branch and looked down at Cang Hong. After the shemale man lost his spirit, he looked much more pleasing to the eye, like an angry little wife.
"Cang Hong, do you regret hiring me?"
"No, this is fate." Cang Hong replied helplessly. Now the tables have turned, and he needs Sikka and Saleen to protect Sarah, who will be unable to move for at least a day, let alone fight.
"Fate? Hehe..." Salin laughed softly and asked, "Do you know the status of the divine envoy in the Holy See?"
"Of course, one person is inferior to ten thousand people. Offending the envoy of God is equivalent to offending the Pope."
"It would be great if this was the case. In fact, the divine envoys can disobey the Pope's orders. The superficial powers of the Holy See include the Tribunal, the Privy Council, the Holy Knights and the Inquisition. However, if divided by the attributes of the priesthood, the divine envoys Not in any of those institutions.”
"What do you mean?" Although Cang Hong is a mature mercenary, his understanding of the Holy See is not as strong as that of Salin, a magician with a heritage.
"The Trinidad and Holy Knights are the power of the Pope, but now that there is no divine war, this power can only lie dormant. The Privy Council is the core of the Holy See, and the main power is the deacons inside, who are internally called the Red Deacons. The Inquisition The main force is the Black Deacon, who specializes in performing shady things. The Divine Envoy, who specializes in his own power, is scattered throughout all the parishes and is called the White Deacon."
"Is there any difference?" Cang Hong asked nonchalantly.
"The red deacon is responsible for the inside of the Holy See, the black deacon is responsible for the outside of the Holy See, and the white deacon is responsible for God's will. Now we are not only offending the Holy See, in fact, we are directly offending God."
Cang Hong almost fell from the tree. He raised his head and looked at Salin in surprise.
"I don't let everyone turn back because I'm afraid of running into Butler Bai. Those who can serve as Butler Bai must have at least a level six profession. If we really run into it, we won't even have the ability to escape. Cang Hong, so I asked You, do you regret it?"
Cang Hong indeed regretted it. He originally thought that even if he ruined the affairs of the Divine Envoy, the Divine Envoy would not directly go out to cause trouble for him, an ant...
"Ha, I see you are scared. The mission of the divine envoy has nothing to do with the swordsmen of the Qin Yin Empire. The vulture mercenary group should be a temporary initiative. If I guessed correctly, their goal is in another direction. As long as We'll be safe if we cross the swampland for hundreds of miles in front of us."
Cang Hong looked at Salin with some confusion. He didn't understand why this young magician didn't seem to care at all about offending the divine envoy. It is impossible to say that Salin is ignorant. He is far more familiar with the structure and power of the Holy See than he is. Do you want to say that Saleen is powerful? I'm afraid this little mage is not as powerful as the Caucasian female warrior beside him.
A first-level mage is no match for a sixth-level professional.
"Although the Holy See is terrifying, its rise is too short. The only thing it can really control is the Tangulas Empire. The power in Scotia is far from enough. The level of the characters we have offended is too high. It is impossible for them to go to war in another empire. Otherwise, it will cause a war. So you don’t have to worry, as long as we leave Skochina and enter the Qin Yin Empire, we will basically be safe. The Qin Yin Empire is called the Magic Empire and has always despised divine power. Hey, say Even you don’t understand…”
Cang Hong glared at Salin hatefully. He really didn't understand the key to this. He only knew that if he didn't escape as soon as possible, he would be targeted by Butler Bai at any time. That was a sixth-level professional, equivalent to a fifth-level magician, or a senior swordsman.
"Why are you telling me all this? Who cares, if the deacon comes, aren't we all dead?"
"The difference is that if you are the Red Butler, as long as you are willing to fall into the arms of God and choose to believe in God, you will not die. If you are the Black Butler, you can have special powers, and if you are favored by the referee, you will also have a chance to surrender. Encountered Butler Bai, just give up. God’s envoy doesn’t need anything.”
Salin's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Cang Hong's heart again and again. He did have that idea, but if it didn't work out, it would be better to surrender to God instead of being killed. Salin seemed to see through his thoughts, and his words made Cang Hong give up completely.
After Salin said these words, he closed his eyes, clenched the magic core, and accelerated the recovery of the magic strings. Cang Hong stopped talking. He was a junior swordsman, equivalent to a level 4 professional. He originally thought he would be able to stabilize this level 1 little mage. Now it seems that not only is he inferior to the magician in terms of combat effectiveness, but also greatly inferior in wisdom.
What makes Cang Hong depressed is that the first-level magician is only equivalent to the second-level professional. Why does it put so much pressure on herself
Within half an hour, Salin's magic string recovered, and the negative state on his body had not been eliminated. He was barely able to be supported by Sika and moved forward. Sarah also regained a little strength, and the four of them plunged into the swamp while it was still early.
The most dangerous thing in the swamp is not the monsters, but the traps. Tens of thousands of years of silt have accumulated, and it's impossible to measure how deep it is. Saleen's perception is strong and he can bypass these traps. The final threat is the monster.
This was originally a thrilling journey, but Sika has almost recovered now. She leads the way, often making a low whistling sound. Even when she encounters a powerful monster, Sika recites a spell from a distance, and the monster watches for a moment. , actually avoided it.
Only then did Salin understand why Cang Hong insisted on hiring a Caucasian man at a high price. Most of the Caucasian warriors who could come out for training had been blessed by the priests and had the ability to communicate with Warcraft. Although they cannot manipulate monsters like the magicians of the goddess of nature, they still have the ability to show good intentions and not invade each other.
Along the way, except for using a stick to disperse a group of fear monsters, Sikka did not fight other monsters. The four people walked through the hundred-mile swamp until dawn, and when they were almost exhausted, they finally passed half of it.
When a group of four people were walking in embarrassment in the night, they entered a cave in the chaotic swamp area. A young man in white robes and four of his men were passing by the battlefield of Salin and others.
The young man in white robe is in his early twenties. His robe looks a bit like a magician's, but it has no lining and a belt. It is very wide and elegant. Such a robe is not suitable for adventure, and it is also a bit cumbersome in battle. His whole body was spotless, as if he had just emerged from the water and been blown dry by wind magic.
He leaned against the wall of the cave, frowning slightly, and watched impatiently as his four men collected information about the battlefield.
These four men were all wearing armor. The armor had almost no gaps, as if it were carved from a single piece of metal. The edge of the armor is designed with blades, and golden divine inscriptions are cast on each blade. Only the warriors of the Holy See can wear this look, and the warriors who are qualified to wear divine armor must be at least level five.
"Sir, the members of the Vulture Mercenary Group are dead, and there is a magician among the enemies." A warrior in divine armor reported cautiously. The young man in white robes frowned, his expression cold.
"You deserve to die. These sons of bitches dare to resist the order of the God Envoy and change their route for a small profit."
This young man in white robes spoke foul language and had a violent look on his face, which was obviously inconsistent with his identity. The four men were silent and could only pretend they didn't hear.
"Can we catch up with them?" The young man in white robe seemed to hate this cave so much that he simply released the divine light and enveloped himself completely, even his face became blurred. Without waiting for his subordinates to answer, he immediately retorted: "No, we are moving forward according to the original plan and delaying the work of the God Envoy. Even if we die, we will not be able to obtain salvation. You guys, listen to me, this operation is over , think of a way to destroy the Vulture Mercenary Group, I get angry just thinking about it now."
"Yes, Lord Picasso." The four warriors in divine armor bowed and saluted.
Salin and others did not know that they had escaped. If they were caught up by this group of people, Salin might not have any means to escape. Four fifth-level warriors, plus a sixth-level magician. With such power, it is possible to win unless his teacher takes action.
The terrain of the Chaotic Swamp is complex, and even the climate is unpredictable. After Salin and others crossed the edge of a small swamp, they felt that the weather was much warmer. Ahead is a plain, dry land with no grass growing on it. Only a few plants that can usually be seen in deserts take root tenaciously on this small plain.
Except for Salin, the other three people were already fighting with their eyelids. Seeing this dry plain, they wanted to set up camp immediately.
"Everyone, please be patient and rest behind the bag." Salin did not dare to relax. After his magic string was restored, he led everyone to the back of the bag. Only then did the three of them rest, and he was responsible for guarding them.
"Captain, I'm asleep!" Sika looked at Salin and said worriedly.
"Go to sleep, I have recovered very well." Salin patted Sika's shoulder and sat down, ready to check the gains of the past few days.
Cang Hong and Sarah were the first to fall asleep. The tents had been abandoned long ago. They could only cover themselves with their cloaks and curl up as much as possible. Shika's leather armor was precious and had the function of regulating temperature. She spread her limbs and fell asleep beside Salin without any defense.