At this time, a cold wind blew past the crow, and Ron couldn't hear anything, only the whistling wind.
I only heard that big bald man talking loudly, the words were very fierce, while the two people beside him were constantly comforting.
It took a while before the big bald head calmed down. At this time, Ron heard the voice again.
"Oh, I don't know why, the church reported this matter, and the higher-ups seem to attach great importance to this matter, and I heard that they are planning to send someone to come..." said the big bald head.
The white-faced young man's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "I've heard about this too, hey, I heard that a holy son was sent over, don't ask, it must be to grab credit..."
The Holy Son of the Holy See has a very high status in the Holy See. Every year, the Holy See selects talented virgins and virgins from all over the Holy Roman Empire, and after training, they enter the second round of screening. The outstanding ones are candidates for the Holy Son, and they will spend a lot of effort to cultivate them, and then after the third round of screening, the Holy Son will be selected from among the candidates for the Holy Son.
The Holy See is divided into the Temple of the Holy Child and the Temple of the Holy Maiden. Every Holy Son and Holy Maiden may inherit the position of Pope.
Therefore, all the holy sons of the Holy See are amazingly talented.
"I don't understand why killing a Necromancer is so rewarding? Even the Holy Son has come out to claim the credit..." the bearded guard of the Holy See said inexplicably.
"You should ask, why does the Holy See hate Necromancers so much and insist on exterminating all Necromancers in the territory? But I don't know." The big bald Vatican guard sneered, "Now these Necromancers They all went to the Roland Empire, hehe, I saw a lot when I was in the Roland Empire last time... "
"Speaking of which, it's also unlucky for this necromancer. It's not good for him to go anywhere. If he has to hide in the Holy Roman Empire, which prohibits the practice of undead magic, isn't that courting death... Our Holy Roman Empire has not had a necromancer for many years. Isn't that a great achievement?" The white-faced man said with a smile, "Hey, I heard that he is only fifteen years old... a child who doesn't understand anything, who is to blame for asking for death?"
"Hmph..." Ron curled his lips in dissatisfaction. If it wasn't for revenge for grandpa, I would have left the Holy Roman Empire long ago if I wanted to leave.
"If it weren't for the high reward, I wouldn't have come to this freezing place. Damn, my feet are numb from the cold..." Datouda stomped his feet continuously, and sprayed out with one mouth. A cloud of white mist. "His grandma, if I had known that there were so many rewards, I would have simply gone to the Roland Empire, captured a necromancer and come back to make up the count."
"It's useless..." The white-faced man shook his head, "Don't forget, we have a portrait of that kid on us, his name is Ron, no one else can pretend..."
At this time, the bearded man who had been silent all this time spoke, he sighed and said, "I think the focus of this matter is not on that child..."
The bald-headed and white-faced men looked at him together.
The bearded man continued, "According to what I have learned, although Ron's family is poor, he is still a studious kid. According to people in Maple Leaf Town, his dream is to become a magician..."
As he said that, he glanced at the white-faced man, "If Master Kitley of Naka Manor hadn't killed his grandfather in an accident, and Geralt had sent someone to hunt him down later, if it hadn't been for these things If it happens, maybe... maybe Ron won't go down the path of heresy..."
The bearded man finally said something fair, and Ron nodded secretly when he heard it, "If grandpa is still alive, maybe I really wouldn't practice undead magic, but the matter has come to this point, and there is no turning back..."
"What do you mean?" The white-faced man's face was full of anger, and his voice raised an octave, "You mean to say that my uncle Geralt is wrong? My brother Groot is also white. died?"
The white-faced man's face turned purple liver, and he stared fiercely at the bearded man, as if he wanted to eat him.
"No... no..." The bearded man hurriedly waved his hands, obviously he was not good at words, "I'm just talking about the facts..."
"Fuck you, let's talk about the matter..." The white-faced man yelled on the spot, "I only know that a few lives in Naka Manor were lost like this, including my brother Groot. If it weren't for this kid, how could my brother die?" will die… "
"But..." the bearded man waited to say more.
"There's nothing wrong with it..." the white-faced man said coldly, "Isn't it just an old beggar with a broken leg? And that damned little bastard too, they are all pariahs, what's the big deal if they die..."
"As for you..." the white-faced man pointed his finger at the bearded man and said, "If you say such things again, be careful that I will turn my face and deny anyone!"
The white-faced man was aggressive and looked unreasonable, but the bearded man was unable to speak further, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while.
"Forget it..." The bald man on the side patted the white-faced man's shoulder and said, "Of course he is on your side, don't hurt your temper because of this trivial matter, this guy has always been so straightforward... "
The big bald head mediates in the middle, and the white-faced man's face softened a bit, but he still said coldly, "No matter what, I am coming back to avenge my brother Groot, whoever stops me is my enemy... "
After finishing speaking, he ignored the two of them, and strode forward. The bald head and the bearded man looked at each other, and had no choice but to follow quickly.
Ron could hear the conversation of these people clearly through the crow in the tree.
"Okay... so you are from the Naka Manor, or that Groot's younger brother..." Ron's heart was full of murderous intent, and he hated the people from the Naka Manor to the bone.
If he hadn't met Grandpa Homelin, he would have died that night.
In this world where the jungle preys on the jungle, everything is illusory, and only strength is king. Ron was thinking that even without Grandpa Zari, he would still be able to practice undead magic.
Thinking of this, Ron's eyes showed a deep murderous intent, "Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous. At this point, there is nothing to say. Since you can come to the dark forest to find me, or even kill me, I'm not polite anymore, I even cleaned up the strange beasts, what are you bastards... "
Ron sneered in his heart, and his figure slowly disappeared into the snow-white world.
The wind blows more violently.
"Let's look for it again, if we really can't find it, then go back and forget it..." The bearded man sighed.
"Hmph, there are dangers everywhere in the dark forest. A fifteen-year-old child who practiced undead magic is a waste. Now I am afraid that there are no bones left. Let's find a bird and go back as soon as possible..." The bald head With a cold snort, he said that he had no hope of Ron surviving here.
They walked again and again.
"Just find it here, forget it, let's go back, that kid is probably dead..." After a while, the big bald head reached out to wipe off the snowflakes on his face, and said helplessly.
"Okay, let's go back..." the bearded man also agreed.
The white-faced man hadn't expressed his opinion yet, but at this moment, an arrow shot out from the darkness with a "swish-" sound, and the big bald man fell to the ground with an ouch.
"Not good, someone sneak attack..."
The bearded guard of the Holy See was taken aback, and drew out his long sword with a whoosh, staring closely at the direction of the arrow.
"You... what's wrong with you?" The white-faced man was also taken aback, and he quickly walked over to help the big bald head up.
"Damn it, I got shot in the knee..." the bald man said, covering his knee, his face full of pain.
"Who? Who is stabbing someone in the back here? Get out of here..." the bearded man shouted sharply with a sword in his hand.
When his eyes fell on the big bald head's knee, his face changed suddenly.
The arrow that came! It's not an ordinary arrow, it's made of bone!
"Who? Get out!" The bearded guard of the Holy See held a sword in his hand, looked around, and shouted sharply.
The white-faced man also took out the long sword from the interspatial bag, and was vigilant about his surroundings.
"How are you?" the bearded man asked the bald man who was hit by an arrow in his knee while holding a sword in his hand.
The big bald head was already distorted in pain, "Damn it, which bastard shot me..."
The bearded man's eyes fixed on the injured leg of the big bald head, and he was horrified. Of course he recognized the "Bone Arrow" of the Necromancer, but the power of this "Bone Arrow" was too fierce, and one of his legs was actually disabled.
Is this still "Bone Arrow"? Is this still a necromancer? When did these necromancers have such brutal abilities.
The bearded man and the white-faced man exchanged glances, the shock on their faces was evident.
"Whoosh—"
At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the dark and flew out at an incomparably fast speed.
"Be careful..." The two were inexplicably terrified and quickly avoided.
However, the target of this shadow was not him.
With a sound of "pa -", the big bald head on the ground blossomed, and the brains scattered all over the ground.
The "Bone Spear" suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and the body of the spear was still shaking.
"he died!"
Unbelievable expressions appeared on the faces of the two of them. Before seeing the enemy, one of them hung up first.
A gust of cold air enveloped the two of them, the bearded man and the white-faced man stood back to back at the same time, with their weapons in front of them.
At this time, the white-faced man said loudly, "I don't know which senior is coming here. We are members of the Holy See, and we have no intention of offending your territory and provoking your dignity. Please hold your hand high and let us go..."
The white-faced man's head turned fairly quickly, and his words were impeccable. First, he pointed out his identity, and brought out the huge Holy See to suppress him. Seeing that the opponent is strong, he doesn't intend to pursue the death of his teammate, and save his own life first.
The two held their breath, not daring to take a breath, snowflakes were falling in the sky, and the land was quiet.
"Let's go... let's go..."
There was a crisp sound in the dense forest, and a figure slowly came out from the snow. This man was wearing animal skins, with messy hair, and was riding on the back of a skeleton warrior, staring at them coldly.
The bearded man shrank his pupils and said in surprise, "Skull...you...you are..."
"That's right... I'm the necromancer you're looking for—Ron!"