Blasphemy

Chapter 68: Two traps in total

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The afternoon sun shines through the dense trees and onto the grass. w wW\QuAnBen-XIaoShuo\c om There is a large pile of rubble in the center of the grass. Among the rubble, three young bipedal dragons nearly one meter long are sleeping soundly.

There was a loud noise, which woke up the three little flying dragons. They crawled excitedly to the rocks, hooked the rocks with their claws on their wings, stretched their necks as hard as they could, and opened their mouths, which were half a foot long. Although he is young, the sharp teeth he has had since he was born are still scary to look at.

An adult wyvern that was four meters long flew back through the woods, holding a fat wild boar on its powerful hind paws. It circled around the pile of rocks and dropped the boar. The three small flying dragons immediately pounced on him and started biting him violently.

The adult wyvern circled twice more, but it felt that the number of small wyverns was a little less. It suddenly saw a young wyvern lying prone next to a pile of rocks. The side of the little flying dragon's neck was cut open, and blue blood flowed all over the floor. The adult wyvern let out a mournful scream and landed on the ground. It sniffed the surrounding ground carefully, then suddenly raised its head to the sky and screamed miserably, the scream echoing throughout the valley.

After a while, the sound of flapping wings kept sounding, and one after another the two-legged flying dragons flew from everywhere. They sniffed next to the dead little wyvern for a long time, then flew away into the sky and scattered in all directions. The adult wyvern kept screaming miserably until the last wyvern flew away. It then fluttered its wings, circled in the air, and chose a direction to fly away.

At this time, the three little wyverns that had not yet opened their eyes had eaten most of the wild boar, retreated back into the pile of rocks, and were ready to have a good sleep.

In the shadow of the forest, two figures moved between the trees extremely quickly. They hold long swords painted green and will stop from time to time to check the surrounding environment and the ground before moving forward.

The older one came to a big tree and carefully observed the thick trunk, and finally found a vague scratch mark. He looked at the ground around the big tree, then closed his eyes and sniffed the air for a long time.

Another young man came over and asked in a low voice: John, did you find anything? "

Old John opened his eyes, "You are still so impatient!" This is not how a bushranger should behave! "After that, he definitely pointed to the left and forward. He should have just left from this direction not long ago."

Fasi hurriedly carved a few magic numbers on a big tree nearby, then put his hand on it and began to mutter a spell. Several rays of green light emerged from his hand, circled several times, and disappeared into the trunk of the tree. The magic symbols also lit up and disappeared into the tree trunks after a moment.

Faz clapped his hands and said proudly: "Old John, look, my spell casting speed is a little faster, right? In fact, is a tenth-level magician worthy of being so cautious? In the forest, who is our Jungle Ranger's opponent? ? The name of my divine arrow Fas is not for nothing. When we catch up with him, let him try the taste of my arrows of the seven snakes."

Old John frowned, "Don't you feel it?" It's not very peaceful in the forest these days, and the wind is blowing with a violent atmosphere. Especially just now, this breath seems to have become stronger! Let's be careful. "

Fasi laughed and laughed. Even if there are any dangerous monsters in the forest, we two level 12 jungle rangers can't defeat them, so why can't they escape? Okay, no more nonsense. Hurry up and catch up, complete this mission as soon as possible and be freed early. Two hundred gold coins is enough for us to live comfortably for three years! "

While he was talking, a small drop of water fell from the sky and landed on Fasi's neck. He didn't pay attention and wiped it away. Turning his head, Faas saw Old John staring intently at his neck. He asked a little strangely: John, what's wrong with you? "

Old John said nothing, glanced upward, and quickly climbed up the tree.

Fasi felt strange. He suddenly found that the palm of his hand was actually blue! He brought his hand to his nose, took a whiff, and exclaimed: "It's a flying dragon!"

Old John has jumped down to the ground, holding the body of a young wyvern in his hand, his face ashen. He said hurriedly: "Run away! This is a trap!"

Faas suddenly woke up. The wyvern is a monster that likes to live in groups. It is ferocious in nature, has great strength, is fast in action, and has not too low intelligence. It is definitely a very dangerous monster. Judging from the corpse that Old John brought down, it was still a highly venomous short-tailed dragon! If a wyvern baby is injured, the whole clan will often go out to hunt for the culprit. Their extremely advanced sense of smell allows them to easily track the whereabouts of intruders.

The body of the young wyvern in front of me was placed right here. Who else could be so wicked except the fat pig

Fasi cursed, not daring to stop, and quickly followed Old John to escape.

A strong gust of wind hit them from behind! The Jungle Ranger was famous for his quick reflexes, and the two quickly fell to the ground and rolled to both sides.

With a roar, a huge two-legged flying dragon with a length of five meters flew almost close to the ground. Its two powerful hind claws plowed two deep grooves on the ground. The fishy smell in its mouth made the two of them have headaches. Slightly dizzy.

Fasi quickly turned over and half-knelt on the ground, dropped his long sword, picked up his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot three arrows in the blink of an eye! The flying dragon was too huge to dodge, and all three arrows hit its left wing firmly. A cold air spread over the place where the arrow hit, forming an ice flower about a foot in diameter.

Fasi knew that these short-tailed flying dragons were highly poisonous, and that all highly poisonous things must have strong resistance to poison, so he did not take out his proud Arrow of the Seven Snakes, but instead used ice arrows, hoping that it would Reduce the mobility of this huge but very agile monster. The result was a hit.

The flying dragon flapped its wings several times and finally fell to the ground crookedly. Seeing the opportunity, Old John rushed forward and stabbed the wyvern in the back of the neck with his sword. The two-legged flying dragon turned its head and took a bite like lightning! The one-and-a-half-foot-long giant mouth bit Old John's long sword in one bite, then raised his head and threw him far away.

A long black arrow struck again, this time blinding one of the flying dragon's eyes. It hissed in great pain, and then hissed loudly in the distance, and quickly approached here.

"It's a group of flying dragons!" Old John's expression changed drastically. While the diminutive flying dragon was still struggling, he pulled out a short sword and pounced on it, shouting: "Fas! Run away! Remember to take care of Mary and Xiaolan for me." Ni!"

Fasi hesitated for a moment. At this moment, the bipedal flying dragon hit Old John with a sword, but also bit his left arm. The giant mouth closed, and as Old John screamed, it bit off an arm!

With tears in his eyes, Fasi gritted his teeth and turned around, sprinkled a piece of gray powder that could cover his breath, and quickly disappeared into the forest.

Under a cliff, there was a small shed, which was well camouflaged by leaves and vines. There was a small fire pit in the center of the shed. The fire burning in the pit was obviously magical flames, and there was no trace of smoke. There was a stone pot on the fire, and a pot of dark purple meat was boiling. From time to time, a few pieces of mushrooms were turned up. Rogge sat in front of the jar, carefully holding the poison glands of four wyverns stained with blue blood. He didn't dare to squeeze directly, but used his mental strength to prick a few small holes in it, and drops of blue-black venom dripped into the jar.

These four poison glands were taken from a young short-tailed flying dragon. The younger this short-tailed dragon is, the more poisonous it is. This allows wyvern hatchlings with low fertility to have a greater chance of survival.

Rogge silently counted the time and put a dozen wooden arrows about a foot long and as thin as a finger into a pot to boil. When the sun was about to set, these wooden arrows were fully cooked and turned into dark blue. He took out these wooden arrows with great care and lined them up. The silver light in Rogge's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the wooden arrows floated into the air one after another. Then wood powder fell like rain, and one after another tiny magic symbols were carved on the arrows by Rogge's mental power.

As he muttered something, a bright red light flashed, and the wooden arrows turned into a strange bright purple color and fell to the ground one after another. Three arrows exploded into a cloud of sawdust in the air. Rogge counted and made a total of eleven magic arrows. In any case, he is also Faith's direct disciple, and his skills in refining some basic magic equipment are passable. The recipe for refining poison that I learned from Froya is also very useful. No, I use it now.

The venom of the Wyvern can act directly on the victim's heart, causing it to stop beating instantly. Those flying star magic mushrooms can neutralize the effects of sacred mana. This means that the effect of detoxification magic will be greatly weakened unless the detoxification potion is drank directly. Finally, the small wooden arrow was added with the three magics of penetrating the barrier, adding magic, and tracking. It is a pity that the wooden arrow itself is not made of good material and is not very lethal. Fortunately, these arrows can be fatal just by piercing a little skin.

If these arrows were sold in the Hammer of the God of War, why would they cost eighty gold coins each? Roger instinctively assessed the price.

He then smiled bitterly. It was impossible for him to escape without involving War God's Hammer. He only hoped that the brothers would be flexible and draw a clear line with him in time to get out of trouble as soon as possible.

"However," Rogge thought proudly, "With my abilities, I am as black as a fish underwater and crows are as black as crows underwater. I think all the profiteers in the world are similar. As long as I can avoid being chased by those bastards in the church, I will be a good man again!" I have to take revenge when I become rich and powerful! This revenge..."

Rogge, who was fighting hard, suddenly thought of the Pope and couldn't help but shuddered again. He knew in his heart that with the Pope's unfathomable strength, he might not be able to defeat him in this lifetime. I wonder if Rodriguez challenges the Pope one-on-one, will the result be a win or a loss? But this necromancer didn't even have a chance to challenge the Pope. Instead, he was hunted by the church and fled for four hundred years!

It can be seen that personal strength is one aspect. If you want to plot against the church, someone with money is essential. Roger thought viciously. He had already secretly vowed to kill everyone in the church. If a sinister villain is ruthless, his persistence will be unwavering.

He walked out of the temporary shelter, looked at the dozens of flying dragons flying up and down in the distant forest, and smiled. No matter who you are, if you mess with such a large group of wyverns, there must be no good ending, right? But this lost dog still needs to be beaten. Rogge is very short of equipment now!

The restlessness of the bipedal flying dragons quickly subsided, and more than ten flying dragons began to fly towards the nest. Rogge frowned. After all his hard work, could it be that he failed to face the large group of pursuers? Even the pursuer vanguard with more than a dozen people wouldn't be so bad, right? These bipedal dragons alone can't do anything to Karajan, but his men will definitely suffer a lot of damage. But what's going on now? It seemed that the wyverns easily killed their enemies.

Rogge put away his magic arrows and quietly moved toward the battlefield that had just calmed down.

Under an old tree, Faas collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. He carefully opened his shirt, revealing a half-foot-long, deep wound. Fasi found some medicine and applied it on the wound, then drank a bottle of antidote. After doing this, his face was covered with sweat in pain and his whole body was weak.

He cursed in a low voice. Under normal circumstances, how could a bipedal flying dragon be an opponent of a high-level jungle ranger like him? If Zhang Huang hadn't run for his life, he wouldn't have been caught like this by a bipedal flying dragon.

He had just taken care of the wound when a light gray magic light ball flew out of the trees and hit him. A feeling of numbness quickly spread throughout his body.

Fasi was very calm. He was also a veteran and knew that the paralysis spell would not last long due to his high magic resistance, but he still pretended to be panicked.

At this time, a fat man from the opposite side pushed through the bushes and walked over. It was Rogge whom he had been following for several days. However, what Fasi didn't expect was that Rogge's experience in the jungle was not too bad, and what he did was far from the aristocracy's persistence and elegance.

Rogge took out a vine and quickly tied Fasi firmly. Then they tied his feet and hung him upside down from a tree, keeping his head about one meter above the ground, just in time for Rogge to sit down and ask questions comfortably. After doing this, Rogge leaned against the tree, took out a crude hand crossbow and pointed it at Faas. Although the crossbow was a little broken, the short arrow shining with purple-black light on it made Fasi shudder. He even smelled a familiar smell...

"Did you attract those flying dragons!? You despicable pig! Did you know that you killed Old John?" Fass was furious, his face flushed.

Rogge picked up a vine and slapped it hard between Fasi's legs. With just one blow, he was silent and unable to breathe. Rogge once again raised the vines high, frightening Fasi to the point where his face turned purple, and he reluctantly shouted for mercy. Rogge just pretended not to hear and whipped him hard again!

Bang bang bang! He was whipped more than a dozen times before stopping to take a breath. The resentment accumulated over the past few days had dissipated a lot. Looking at that Fasi, he had passed out from the pain, and there was a bloody mess between his legs, but Rogge carefully avoided his important guy. Keeping this thing can still give this Fas some hope, lest he want to die and be unable to find out anything.

Rogge chanted a small spell, and a piece of ice-cold water was poured on Fasi's injury. Fasi screamed and woke up again.

"Now calm down, right? These were just appetizers and desserts. The main meal hasn't started yet!" Rogge looked at Faas with a sinister smile and poked his vagina with the cane in his hand.

"You devil! You are not a noble at all! You are not a knight! Despicable! Let me tell you, I am a senior member of the 'Green Brothers'! 'Arrow' Faz! Many people in the Brotherhood know me! If you kill I will be the enemy of tens of thousands of bushrangers, rangers and even druids! I advise you to let me go, so that if you are caught by the church in the future, I can help you to beg for mercy. Save your life!" Fasi said, becoming a little arrogant again.

Rogge smiled sinisterly and slapped Fasi's wound with another whip, causing Fasi to scream in agony.

"I'm not very patient, so you'd better answer my questions honestly. No matter you used to be a magic arrow or a fairy bow, now you are just a hanged man. Maybe next time I miss you and beat you to death Not necessarily a guy. At that time, even if I let you go, you will never have a chance with a woman in your life."

"You devil said..." Faced with Rogge's power, Faas still gave in.

"Very good! If you told me earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer so much, right? Now tell me, how did you pass the information about me to the large group of people behind you? Don't play any tricks!" Rogge waved his whip deliberately in front of him.

Faz faithfully summoned all the magic and information needed to communicate with the rear. During this period, I fainted twice from the pain, but Rogge poured ice water on me and woke me up both times. Rogge repeatedly cross-examined some details, often jumping back to the beginning and asking Fass to recount the story again. It wasn't until after asking seven or eight times that all the details were correct that Rogge felt at ease with Fasi's confession.

Rogge also asked a very interesting thing from Fasi, that is, it seems that chasing himself is not the only purpose of the church's pursuers. According to Faas, another mission of the pursuers is related to the elves hidden in the central mountains. What the specific content of this mission is is not something that a little person like Fasi can know. Faas only knew that an ancient parchment in Chrisma's hand was related to the elves hidden in the forest.

Roger suddenly realized. No wonder the Doomsday Judgment Group would dispatch two of the three giants to hunt down an insignificant person like himself. It turned out to be for another purpose. Rogge smiled coldly and thought gloomily: "Although I can't deal with you, I still have the ability to make trouble for you and hold you back! Let's see!"

Finally, Rogge asked the pursuers in detail about their strength, number, occupation and level, and then the torture ended.

Rogge put Fasi down, but then took off his magic leather armor and all weapons, scrolls and potions. Faas, who was seriously injured, doubted whether he could walk out of the forest alive with his bare hands. But now that I have finally managed to save my life, can I still care about so much? It would be better to leave this devil as soon as possible.

He reluctantly walked more than a dozen steps when he suddenly heard the sound of a bow string ringing behind him. Then his vest felt a slight pain, and the wound immediately became numb. "Despicable! You promised to let me go..." He wanted to shout, but his voice stopped in his throat.

Fasi fell down, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

Roger just counted to fifteen.

The fat man nodded, very satisfied with the power of his poisonous arrows. Fifteen seconds to death! Unless the person hit by the arrow drinks the magic antidote immediately, otherwise, he will definitely die if he hesitates for a moment! Having said that, I heard that there are still many light mages among the pursuers. By the time they discovered that the detoxification magic had failed, the person who had been hit by the arrow was probably already dead.

That colony of wyverns needs to be put to good use. It would be a pity to leave such a powerful yet simple-minded monster unused.

For Karajan, the hunt suddenly didn't go so smoothly. Rogge's pursuer was obviously very close after he appeared, and he obviously sped up his escape.

In two days, Karajan led his team to wipe out a goblin village, encountered two wolf attacks, and also waded through a swamp with difficulty. Three knights and one law enforcer were already injured, and one of the knights was seriously injured. Karajan had no choice. There was no Light Mage by his side, and the primary recovery spell he knew had no effect on such a serious injury. He had no choice but to send a knight to escort the wounded back to the brigade led by Charisma.

There was also good news during this period. According to the magic message sent back by Faas, he had shot Rogge with an arrow. But Rogge was very alert and ran away with the arrow.

Karajan knew very well the power of Fas's five 'Seven Snake Arrows'. This kind of arrow not only contains toxins that can continuously erode magic power, but also has a curse effect, which can greatly reduce the magician's success rate in casting spells. It is simply the nemesis of the magician. Because of this, the Green Brotherhood sent Faas to participate in this hunt. Rogge was still able to escape after being hit by an arrow, which made Karajan couldn't help but curse Fass and Old John for their uselessness.

Another day passed without any news, and Karajan was finally delighted to see the light spot representing Rogge finally displayed on the "Heaven Roulette". He was actually less than fifty kilometers ahead!

Karajan was overjoyed and immediately led the remaining three knights, five law enforcers and a jungle ranger in pursuit. However, where he couldn't see it, the two knights he sent back had turned into corpses forever.

After galloping for more than an hour, Karajan was already less than ten kilometers away from Rogge. At such a close distance, Rogge's specific location can no longer be displayed on the Sky Realm Roulette.

At this time, the horse under Karayang suddenly neighed and stood up! Fortunately, Karayang's martial arts skills were extremely high. With a little extra force on his hands, he easily suppressed the war horse. However, the riding skills of his enforcers were somewhat poor, and two of them were caught off guard and fell off their horses.

At this time, the war horses seemed extremely restless, thrashing their legs continuously, and desperately wanted to run back. The jungle ranger suddenly screamed: "No! We have broken into the territory of the wyvern!"

The sound of giant beasts flapping their wings kept ringing out from the woods on all sides, and shrill screams echoed around. The Jungle Ranger's face began to turn pale and he shouted: "It's over! This is not a small community. It seems that there are at least forty bipedal dragons!" Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed in front of him, and then he received a heavy blow. slap.

Karajan advanced and retreated like the wind, and everyone present could not see clearly how he returned to his horse after being slapped.

Karayang snorted and said: What kind of evil beast is the flying dragon? As long as I, the angel Karajan in charge, are here, how many bipedal dragons will become the dead souls under my sword! "

After that, he drew his sword in his hand and chanted a spell in a low voice. After a moment, his long sword glowed with milky white holy light. Karayang raised his sword and swung it, with him as the center, the milky white holy light dispersed in all directions. All the subordinates glowed slightly with white light, and their strength and agility increased a lot. As an angel who has descended, Karajan's special skill "Group Blessing" is very powerful and extremely practical in group battles.

A shadow passed across the sky.

A gust of fishy wind blew by, and a huge bipedal flying dragon swooped down. Karayang roared angrily, and the milky white vindictiveness around him rolled endlessly, as if it were real. He rose into the sky, swung his long sword, and a half-moon-shaped sword light flew out to meet the flying dragon!

Karajan and the flying dragon crossed each other in the air, and he struck another sword with his backhand! Everyone felt that their eyes suddenly lit up, as if a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air, and for a moment they could no longer see what was happening.

The two-legged flying dragon swayed in the air and suddenly split into four pieces, with blue blood spilling all over the sky!

In a patch of bright blue blood beads, Karayang's fighting spirit shines, slowly falling from the sky. Electric fire flashed from time to time on the tip of the long sword, and there was a loud sound.

Seeing Karajan's power, the courage of his subordinates immediately increased. At this time, the two-legged flying dragons continued to attack one after another, and the scene gradually became chaotic. Karajan's sword just now was aimed at establishing authority and boosting morale. Now he was surrounded by four or five bipedal flying dragons. Although he kept stabbing his opponents, he could not kill them quickly in his eagerness.

The holy knights and law enforcers were also battle-hardened and quickly gathered together to form a small square formation. The Jungle Ranger stood in the center of the formation and shot an arrow at the vital part of the wyvern. These people cooperated tacitly and held firm under the ferocious attacks of more than a dozen bipedal dragons. They just waited for Lord Karayang to resolve the battle and come to help.

For a moment, the forest looked like hell, with a fishy stench and a continuous roar!

The two-legged flying dragons either flew or jumped, with blue saliva flowing from their huge mouths more than a foot long, biting the intruders like lightning.

A law enforcer suddenly screamed. He was unable to protect himself and was bitten by a particularly huge bipedal flying dragon with a shield and arm. He was actually dragged out of the square alive! Several bipedal flying dragons swarmed him and tore him into pieces in the blink of an eye!

Karajan was anxious and angry, but his attacks were still steady and ruthless. In a short period of time, three bipedal flying dragons had been killed by his sword. He knew in his heart that there was no need to rush at this time. Being bitten by such a poisonous beast was not fun. His men can still hold on, as long as they have five more minutes.

Unfortunately, he forgot that there was someone more dangerous than the flying dragon hidden on the battlefield. (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)