There was deep hatred in Ron's eyes. Seeing Wharton's gaze, he looked at him without flinching.
"It's him?"
"Isn't it? It's him? That idiot who rewarded twenty gold coins in one go?"
"A ten-year-old child actually alarmed the Holy See's sanctuary powerhouse? Impossible?"
When the mercenaries saw Ron standing up, their eyes were full of surprise. They would never have thought that a ten-year-old boy who looked like a child would be arrested by a strong man in the sanctuary himself. Looking at him, he seemed to have What kind of deep hatred is general.
"Finally found you, Ron!"
A slight smile appeared on the corner of Wharton's mouth, "I thought you would shrink your head like a tortoise for the rest of your life."
Ron took a deep breath, looked Wharton up and down, and said in a deep voice, "What exactly do you want?"
Wharton smiled, "It's very simple, lay down your weapons, surrender with your arms tied, go back with us, and accept the judgment of the court..."
"Accept the judgment of your trial court? Haha..." Ron laughed angrily. When the laughter stopped, he asked through gritted teeth, "Why? How can you judge a person's life or death? That's right, I am a practitioner You have mastered undead magic, but why do you rule that people who practice undead magic are heretics!"
Only then did the mercenaries suddenly realize that the Holy See was here to hunt down the heretics, no wonder it was so laborious, but it seemed like a big deal to make a big fuss over a necromancer.
Some mercenaries looked at the sympathy in Ron's eyes, and thought to themselves, "What is wrong with this guy, but he just learned the most unpopular undead magic, not to mention offending the Holy See. Useful, really stupid!"
Wharton's face darkened, and he was about to teach Ron a lesson. He never liked to talk nonsense with the enemy. When he was about to do something, a person next to him suddenly jumped out.
"Bold!"
Diallo said in a high tone, "You damn heretic, what right do you have to speak to Lord Wharton in such a tone!"
After speaking, he turned around and bowed to Wharton, "Master Wharton, please allow me to take action and teach this ignorant guy a lesson!"
Wharton thought for a while, smiled lightly, and nodded lightly, "Go, maybe you don't come back to see me!"
Diallo was overjoyed. Wharton's statement gave him a chance to make meritorious deeds. He knew exactly what it meant to be credited at this time. He hurriedly said, "Please have your grace!"
Wharton was noncommittal, walked to a table next to him, and sat down leisurely.
There was a grin on Diallo's face, he slowly pulled out the gold-level two-handed long sword from the interspatial bag, and said in his mouth, "Humble, dirty, and despicable heretic, you will die in my Diallo's hands." Under the sword! And this mercenary station will be your burial place!"
Ron was fine, but Homelin in the soul ring exploded with anger, "Humble? Dirty? Despicable? When the Scourge Church was rampant on the continent of Omros, where was the Holy See? Talking nonsense in front of you?"
Huomelin was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at his eyes. He couldn't bear others to look down on the great undead magic.
With a "boom—" at this time, Diallo's body erupted with intense flames, and the flames were burning. He looked like a burning man. Behind him, two arms slowly opened. The huge wings made of flames flapped gently.
"Wings of Flame! Is this guy a master?" A look of horror flashed in the eyes of the mercenaries watching. The strength of the Holy See is indeed unfathomable, and anyone who comes out casually is actually a master.
Diallo, a middle-level great swordsman, practiced fire fighting qi. His attacks were blazingly hot. Even in the Holy Vatican, a place full of strong people, there are few opponents.
As if showing off on purpose, Diallo spread the two flame wings to the maximum. Looking at Ron's pale face, he felt very proud.
"Hmph! He's just a master-level powerhouse! I'll make him lie down in three minutes!" Huo Meilin snorted dissatisfiedly. "Ron, your body is too weak. I can't beat the strong man in the sanctuary, but it's not like playing with that guy. Get out of the way and let me do it! I have to teach him a lesson this time! Let him know that the undead The magic is powerful!"
Homelin said angrily.
Before Ron could say anything, Wharton frowned, "Stop playing, clean him up and go back early!"
"Yes! Your Excellency!" Diallo's heart trembled. He knew that he had played too much and displeased Lord Wharton. He raised his head, looked at Ron, smiled, and his whole body rose into the air.
"Asc... into the air? He... he can fly!" Ron panicked a little.
"It's nothing, master-level powerhouses can fly!" Homelin said in a deep voice, "He's about to attack!"
"Die!"
Diallo's eyes were bright, his body turned into a stream of light, and he rushed towards Ron.
The opponent's sword carried a powerful flame power, and Ron felt his body was burning hot, as if he was about to burn, and the powerful force made him feel suffocated.
Ron knew something was wrong, he chanted a spell, and desperately propped up the bone shield, intending to block Diallo's powerful blow.
It was too late to say it, but it was too late. At this moment, a force suddenly came behind and came first, stopping in front of Ron.
"boom-"
Diallo was too late to stop, and he slashed out with his two-handed sword, and met the force hand-to-hand, making a huge roar.
A powerful force gushed out, and Diallo was taken aback. The power of this force was far beyond his imagination. As soon as he touched it, he was shocked back.
"what?"
Diallo's eyes widened, with an unbelievable look in his eyes. At this time, he saw clearly that the powerful force was only emitted by a small thing, and that small thing was a chicken bone. A gnawed chicken bone.
Just relying on a chicken bone, he actually forced a master-level powerhouse back.
Diallo's fiery grudge was shaken, and he stepped back a few steps in a "knock, kick, kick...", he raised his head, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, a look of horror flashed in Diallo's eyes, The strength of the necromancer is actually so strong
At this moment, Wharton behind him stood up with a "shua-" with a dignified look on his face, and his eyes flashed sharply, "I don't know which sanctuary powerhouse is here, please Come out for a while!"
"Sanctuary powerhouse?" Ron was stunned. Besides Wharton, there is no sanctuary powerhouse here.
Homelin smiled slightly, and said slowly, "It's that old drunkard, he made a move!"
"It's him?" Ron's eyes fell on the old alcoholic who took twenty gold coins to buy wine just now. He rubbed his eyes with a look of disbelief. It's not like it!"
In Ron's mind, a strong man in the sanctuary should be like Wharton, strong and domineering, with a look that no one in the world pays attention to. It doesn't look like it's very powerful.
The corner of Huo Meilin's mouth twitched, revealing a hint of a smile, "The word Sanctuary Powerhouse is not written on his face. That guy has the ability to restrain his breath. If he didn't do it, even I might not be able to see it." come out!"
Homelin continued, "I just don't know what his purpose is. If he can help you, you can escape this storm!"
Ron was startled, "You mean that old alcoholic is stronger than Wharton of the Holy See?"
Huomelin didn't answer directly, "You will know after reading it!"
The entire mercenary station was quiet. Under Wharton's invisible murderous gaze, the hearts of all the mercenaries were beating non-stop. They didn't dare to breathe, for fear of offending St. domain strong.
But when he heard that there was still a strong man in the sanctuary staying here, his heart was even more shocked.
Two sanctuary powerhouses!
In Noah Continent, there are many cultivators, but there are only a handful of people who become strong in the sanctuary. Ordinary cultivators may not be able to see one in their lifetime, but in the small Babarin Kingdom, in the remote mercenary station, one click Two children appeared.
Diallo was a little unconvinced at first, but when Wharton called out the words "Sanctuary Powerhouse", he froze all of a sudden and lost all fighting spirit. He knew that if the other party was willing, the small chicken bone just now would be enough to kill him. Now that he is alive, it can be seen that it is the result of the other party's mercy.
Diallo quickly backed away. In the current situation, he would be courting death if he said one more word. Diallo is very smart, he would not be so stupid.
Wharton's eyes slowly swept over these mercenaries. At this moment, his eyes paused, his body tensed up suddenly, and a murderous intent was suddenly released.
"It's you?" Wharton asked in a deep voice with his eyes fixed.
"Hey!" The old drunkard stood up with a smile, stretched out his hand and patted the dust on his body and said to Wharton, "It's still not fun to be recognized by you!"
The drunkard old man stood up all of a sudden, his eyes shone brightly, he straightened his body, a look of disdain for the world emerged spontaneously, there was no trace of drunkenness.
Although the drunkard old man was wearing tattered clothes, he couldn't conceal his aura of being a strong man. His hands were naturally hanging down, and there was a faint smile on his face. Wharton's clumsy and powerful momentum, It can't affect him in any way.
The mercenary station was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling, and all the mercenaries were stunned. This old man who has been begging for drinks here every day for several months is actually a strong man in the sanctuary? If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it.
Some people who refused to give money felt uneasy.
Wharton's gaze was like a sharp sword, and he shot straight at the old drunkard. He gritted his teeth and asked word by word, "You—who—"
"Who am I?" The drunkard old man chuckled, "I've lived in seclusion for a long time, and I just came out to walk around recently. I'm afraid not many people remember who I am, and even I almost forgot my name!"
He said with a faint smile, "My name is—Kirbitt Ji Pusain..."