The big devil, covered in black smoke, flew to the cliff, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. He cursed angrily: "Human, take good care of your body. Otherwise, the contract you signed with me will be void!"
As soon as the voice fell, the big demon's body immediately shrank rapidly, the horns on his head disappeared, the scales and tail on his body, and the huge wings disappeared. There was only a man with long hair left, who fell down weakly and fell into the jungle. Taking a closer look, this man has a dignified appearance, with a bit of heroism. If it weren't for the bloody pupils that made his face look a little grim, he would be considered a handsome man. It is really hard to imagine that such a cold-blooded blood-red blade with a mask is so handsome!
Reluctantly, he sat up from the ground, and the blood-red blade threw aside the tree hole next to it, and there was a black slate the size of a dinner plate. If Morris was here, it would be obvious at a glance that this is a heretical evil that can communicate with the abyss and summon demons. Black Gate! The very tired blood-red blade picked up the black gate and stuffed it into his chest. Complicated, he glanced back at the vaguely-seen Free Mason's Association branch. The former hummed and walked away with difficulty.
At this moment in the federation, Morris stared blankly at the collapsed executive officer in front of him. The flesh of these executive officers has shrunk, like a mummified corpse that has been dried by the hot sun. Not even a trace of blood was left. Morris looked around in a trance at the only three executive officers left. Helplessly sighed. He understands, quite understands. The price of summoning God's punishment is the flesh and blood of all those who participate in the prayer. The more lives, the greater the power of divine punishment.
For a moment, some of Morris' beliefs were shaken: "It is called one of the most important divine arts of the Holy See, divine punishment. The price is to extract the flesh and blood of the living! What does such magic have to do with the evil and dark undead magic? the difference?"
However, this shaking was only a moment, and it was firmly abandoned by Morris: "How can the dirty and evil undead magic be compared with the divine magic of the Holy See? They are different from the undead magic. Those who sacrifice for this can be redeemed. It should be a good thing." The devout Morris laughed, in the teachings of the Holy See, suicide is not allowed to return to the arms of the Lord, but because the sacrifice of others is an exception and a supreme honor.
Morris, who had a smile on his face, was just about to pray for the dead subordinate, his ear suddenly moved slightly, and he turned his head to the castle with a cold expression and shouted: "Who is it! Come out!" As soon as the voice fell, the castle's The door was pushed open, and three groups of people came out with all kinds of weapons in their hands, and some shivering students from the Free Masons Association came out. Morris was sharp-eyed, and immediately noticed that there was a mage wearing a cloak and holding a wand. The ring on that hand fully indicated that he was from Hewlett. The sorcerer of the Tower Forest!
There are also some people, wearing the leather armor of Warcraft, wearing light iron armor. He holds a slender, rune-carved rapier. This costume is a fire and sword walking between the mage and the swordsman. Brotherhood of Magic Swordsmen! Among them, the most conspicuous were a group of savage men with huge heights, tiger backs and bear waists, wearing tattered leather armor and ferocious armor, and holding giant axes and giant hammers.
With such a special body type, Morris immediately knew that this is a barbarian who has been fighting with the black orcs in the north all the year round! Belonging to the barbarians now the Ruluk dynasty! With powerful body power and blood awakening as the basis for walking on the continent.
And these three groups of people also deliberately avoided the two men who were standing in the middle, strolling in the courtyard. One of them is wearing a gorgeous robe, and every move is an elegant gesture. His long black hair with a shawl looks even more refined. This should be a big noble. But Morris couldn't see what force he belonged to and what power he possessed.
Compared with another person, it makes people feel that they are not human-like. Dazzling blond hair, plain robes, no weapons at all. like an ordinary person. But that's really what worries Morris the most. People who can make themselves invisible to the slightest origin are obviously beyond their own cognition. And the unknown, human beings are always innately afraid.
Morris looked at the two people in the middle with fear, and said with a cautious face: "Hurlit, Tower Forest. Brotherhood of Fire and Sword. Guards of the Ruluk Dynasty. What are you guys doing here? The tall barbarian leader who was five big and three thick shook the huge armor on his body, swayed the huge axe in his hand, and glared at the bull's eye and shouted loudly: "Does it need to be said? You fanatics must also come for that scroll. Come on. Our Ruluk Dynasty will not give you treasures!"
Morris stood up cautiously and stepped back slightly. Now the situation is unfavorable. Not only was he injured, but most of his executive officers were also killed and injured. If you really want to fight, you can't escape to death. So he thoughtfully said: "There is no reason, although you all know the secrets of ten thousand years ago. But after so many years, it is not that there is no doubt that the scroll is here. Although this branch has been valued for a while, but You have searched inside and out countless times, and you can't even find the shadow of the scroll, why is it that all of you have been dispatched this time, thousands of years later?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a magic swordsman holding a shimmering rapier slightly adjusted the slanted enchanted armor, staring at Maurice's face with gloomy and sharp eyes, and said sarcastically: "Mad believer, You Holy See, don't play stupid. Don't think that just because you have the letter of the prophet, all the major forces have a share."
"The Prophet's Letter?! Where did you get it from!" Morris' pupils shrank immediately, a little unbelievable. He clearly remembered that in the document library of the Holy See, the people related to the Prophet's Letter had all been burned at the stake for heresy, and not a single one of them was left alive.
At this moment, the black-robed mage who had been silent for a while suddenly stood up, and raised the top-level wand with forty sequence runes in his hand, and said sarcastically: "The sky of darkness, the eye of the night. Close your eyes. The sky and the earth are pitch black. The blasphemous is reopened, the legendary treasure once again bathed in the morning sun, but silent in the flames."
As soon as he said this, the shock in Morris's eyes instantly disappeared, but in exchange, he felt a cold heart. A passage from the Master of the Tower Forest was a prophecy recorded in the Prophet's Letter. Obviously, the Holy See was deceived by the prophet. The precious prophet's letter has flowed out, and has been appropriated by the major forces. They all secretly waited for the Eye of the Night, that is, the coming of the lunar eclipse.
"Then how do you confirm it! It doesn't necessarily refer to the lunar eclipse last month, but it might be in the future! If not, didn't you go all the way in vain?" Morris immediately questioned, but the magic swordsman Retorted: "So, it's just us little guys who came here, and the real boss didn't leave. That's why the Holy See only sent you, a chief executive of the Inquisition."