Henry ran towards the center of the city, looking like he was throwing himself into the enemy's net, but in fact it was the only way to die and survive in desperation.
The circuit has been blocked by the heroic spirits. He is now mentally injured and his strength is greatly reduced. It is impossible to break through the encirclement and go to the interior of the city. As long as he restrains his spirit, the distance from the heroic spirits to detect him can be greatly reduced, and if he can Finding Afanlin, the two of them rested for a period of time, waited for the trauma to recover, and then worked together to fight out, it was not hopeless.
And when he escaped, the morale of the remaining priests of light plummeted. In the screams of despair, the souls were captured by the heroic spirits, chopped into pieces with a knife, and turned into magic fragments.
However, the soul of a priest of light was torn apart, but was surrounded by a bunch of heroic spirits.
There was a female heroic spirit who transformed into a leather whip and whipped the soul of the bright priest vigorously. There was a strange buzzing sound in the air.
The pastor's soul was tossed and turned. After a while, he knelt down and begged for mercy. He opened his mouth to say something, and then he was surrounded by other heroic spirits and torn to pieces.
The ball of light transformed by Afanlin landed on the streets of the city and re-formed into a human form. Several souls walked by. Like a frightened bird, he shot a light bullet and smashed one of the female souls into pieces before responding. Now, these are just ordinary spirit bodies, not heroic spirits.
Before coming, it was recorded in the books in the sanctuary that the heroic spirit perceives things by relying on mental power, so he restrained his mental power and was about to leave and hide.
At this moment, another ball of light flew over, and Afanlin was startled, and then he found out that it was Henry, and he was relieved.
Henry clutched his chest, and looked at Afanlin with an angry look: "You ran away first?"
Afanlin looked up, the place where they were just now was surrounded by heroic spirits, and some heroic spirits had started to scatter, as if they were looking for them.
"Didn't you run away too?" Afanlin lowered his voice and said as he walked into the alley, "If Archbishop Henry is really brave, why didn't you stay and save those church members?"
Henry followed behind, frowning: "How dare you talk to me like that?"
"Why don't you dare?" Afanlin said as he walked, "Of course I have to give you some face in front of other people, but now there are only two of us here. We are all kind of people, and we have a clear mind."
After all, Henry is an old man, and the city is very deep. He said with a sad face: "From the beginning to the end, I never meant to abandon the church members. They let me go first. After all, our mission is more important than anyone's life." more important."
Afanlin wrinkled his face and felt a little disgusted, and then felt a little disgusted himself, he knew very well that he and the other party were of the same number.
The two of them restrained their mental strength, wandered around, and found an unremarkable house to stay... In this house, there was a family of three eating lunch.
There is translucent food on the table, and the three souls are eating very happily, and they are repeating the happiest days in their lives.
Afanlin and Henry sat together and watched quietly.
After a while, Afanlin asked: "How should we get out of here? I think it won't be long before the royal family of Farland will block the entrance to the royal tomb."
"Let them block it when they block it, and we hide here until they let their guard down."
Afanlin asked again: "What about the heroic spirits? They will continue to search for us. Unlike those tireless heroic spirits, we will get tired and hungry."
"It's very big here, and there are very few heroic spirits. It's no problem for us to hide better. It's hard for them to find us." Henry smiled, then tapped his finger on the table, and a piece of water and a piece of bread appeared. He continued: "As for hunger, sorry, that's not a problem either."
Afanlin narrowed his eyes and looked at the food on the table, then at Henry, and then smiled cheerfully: "Bishop Henry, you are really thoughtful in doing things, what price do I need to get these things?"
The face-changing is so fast that people have nothing to say.
Food creation... This is the special ability of summoning magicians.
Although it sounds like the magic of creating food is very low-level, it is actually a four-ring magic, which is a kind of high-level magic. Although Alice is a summoner, she belongs to the line of elves, and she doesn't know how.
In the Temple of Light, one cannot learn the art of making food. And Henry can actually know this kind of high-level magic, don't think about it, he must have good attainments in the way of summoning magic.
The beta of creating food can also do it, but he can't make the scroll of this magic at all. Players all have space backpacks, food is placed in it, and it will not expire. Besides, what type of food do you want to store? Isn't it much better than the bread and water of the art of cooking? In addition, the volume of the space backpack is very large, and it is no problem to put several tons of food.
Another point is that the consumption of creating food is relatively large.
Therefore, in Beta's personal opinion, creating food is just a tasteless magic.
But for professionals in this world, creating food is a rare and good magic, and the number of people who know it is even more pitiful.
After all, for them who don't have enough space for backpacks, it is very difficult to eat a clean meal in the wild.
"It doesn't cost anything." Henry smiled and said, "Just in case we can return to the sanctuary, you can help me say something nice."
Afanlin was silent for a while, then said, "Okay."
He understood what Xiangli meant... If the mission is successful, the credit goes to Xiangli. If the mission fails this time and they return to the Sanctuary, he will be the one to blame.
It sounds very unfair, but Afanlin is very clear that being able to live now is the greatest luck, fairness is not fair, you have to live to have the opportunity to consider and judge.
Henry pushed the water and bread on the table to Afanlin.
Afanlin ate the bread without saying a word, just halfway through the meal, the two of them frowned.
"How do you mess with magic..."
Almost unanimously accused each other.
Then the faces of the two changed drastically at the same time, and they jumped out of the window, and then looked back...on the top floor of the room, there was a magic spell of 'Sunshine'.
The light emitted by this magic is very warm, but when the two of them saw it, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
There is nothing that can attract the attention of a heroic spirit like a large-scale light magic.
The two turned their heads to look again, and sure enough... a large number of heroic spirits flew in the surrounding air.
Escape... The two glanced at each other, exchanged a lot of negative emotions, and then parted ways.
Beta was on the top of a high-rise building in the distance, watching the two flee in embarrassment, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
The sun-drenched magic is naturally his handwriting.
The position where he is standing now is the top floor of the tallest building in the whole city.
Using his exaggerated eyesight, he found several strange places, chose a nearby one, and walked there.
As for Afanlin and Henry... ignore it for now, if they can escape from Yingling, Beta will naturally trouble them again, if not... then that's it.
Using the secondary invisibility technique, Beta was able to travel unimpeded along the way. Occasionally, a heroic spirit blocked his way, so he could sense it in advance and bypass it.
About ten minutes later, he came to the nearest special place, in front of a large stone tablet.
Steles are generally used to record certain deeds, or history.
This one is no exception. There are many murals engraved on the strange blue-purple stone surface, and there are also texts from the Kingdom of France for annotations.
It took Beta a few minutes to finish reading, frowning slightly.
The murals and content on the stele are nothing more than praising the great achievements of the French royal family and the process of building this royal tomb. There is nothing special about it.
But at the bottom of the stele, there is a sentence written in Huo Levin: If you spend all the heroic spirits in the royal tomb alone, there will be special rewards!
This playful girlish tone... What the hell is going on.
Beta stepped forward, stroked the sentence lightly, and found that the engraved font on it had aged to a certain extent, at least two years old.
Then there was a disappearance from the system. He opened the task interface and found that another epic task had been triggered.
'Kill all the heroic spirits in the royal tomb, not in a team. '
Tsk... Beta felt a little upset.
A sentence left over two hundred years ago is still in Holevin.
The square key of the French royal family disappeared more than two hundred years ago, and the descendants of the royal family don't even remember what it looked like.
Then I got the key from a noble young master, and now I have entered the royal tomb.
How come there is a feeling of jumping into a pit.
The unhappy mood only lasted for a few seconds, and then Beta smiled.
It's been a long time since I had such a sense of curiosity. Beta felt that there was a weird puzzle in front of him, waiting for him to solve it.
I was a little excited, as if I had regained the novelty that I had when I first entered the game.
Killing all the heroic spirits... It's a bit difficult, but not too difficult to complete.
Beta looked around, and quickly locked on a heroic spirit who was closest to him in the air.
At this time, the princesses and princes of the royal family were heading to the north of the royal tomb, and there seemed to be a strange feeling that resonated with their blood, guiding them to go there.
"The golden thunder and lightning not long ago should be Cook's magic. He used it once before." Mu Lin walked beside Sasha and asked.
Sasha nodded. The magician's magic power fluctuation frequency is the personal identification. In the magician's perception, this thing has the same cognitive function as appearance.
She could naturally feel that the exaggerated golden light and lightning not long ago was indeed Cook's magic.
A huge flow of magic power... definitely a powerful magic that can only be used at the master level or above.
Why did Cook hide his strength
Sasha was a little disappointed.
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