The origin of Mr. Fletcher's scolding is naturally clear to everyone present, and because of this clarity and understanding, everyone agrees with such scolding, and even quite a few people even repeatedly Echoing, especially those wealthy people who have survived several catastrophes, even greeted all the immediate family members of the mother's line of these desperadoes.
If someone proposes a bounty bonus now, these rich people will definitely give generously.
It's just that none of the people present were paying attention to these at this time, not even those dark mercenaries who were Kimpton's life.
If they didn't react to the sudden self-explosion for the first time, it is still excusable. If they haven't reacted by now, then their death is really not a pity.
"Patriarch North, I want to inquire about something!"
A representative of the dark mercenaries was sent to Mr. Fletcher—compared with the highest government and the witcher, each family is undoubtedly easier to talk, and the Northward family who directed the action just now is naturally the best. However, it is obvious that Mr. Fletcher at this moment is not in the nature of talking to these dark mercenaries. He waved his hand, pointed at the tower owner of the tower of holy relics, and said, "The answer you need It's all there!"
The representative of the dark mercenaries suffocated, then shrugged his shoulders and retreated to his own camp.
He would never ask the tower master of the demon hunter—although the demon hunter maintains a neutral attitude with any force most of the time, such neutrality does not mean that there will be a friendly start; Anyone who has been in contact with the demon hunter understands that wanting to get some news from an unfamiliar demon hunter is no different from reaching the sky.
Not to mention being one of the masters of the six towers of the demon hunter.
simply put. That is a legend belonging to the demon hunters, and it is also a legend in the eyes of the dark mercenaries.
However, just as the dark mercenaries frowned and pondered what to do, the Tower Master of the Tower of Sacred Objects walked towards them, immediately. These dark mercenaries were shocked—
"Okay, everyone, don't be nervous, I have no malicious intentions!"
Blanc shook his flagon, and waved his palm amidst the sound of the liquor gurgling.
"Hello, Your Excellency Blank!"
The dark mercenaries looked at each other, and finally, the representative of the dark mercenary stepped forward and bowed in greeting.
"Hmm... I think we should talk about more practical things—for example: your current situation?" Blank, the tower master of the Tower of Sacred Objects obviously didn't want to go around the bush, he said very directly. "Now you have only two choices. The first one is to leave the sacred forest area immediately; the second one is to put aside those petty thoughts and join us!"
"Can we think about it?"
The representative of the dark mercenaries asked hesitantly.
"Of course, but it won't take more than three minutes!"
Blank nodded, gave a time limit, then turned around and walked towards Dides, while greeting Fletcher who was busy not far away.
"We're in a bad situation right now!"
When Fletcher came over, Blank said this. He looked in the direction of the sacred mountain in the distance, pointed out and said: "There, the residents of the holy forest area are praying before the battle-weapons, armor , are being distributed to their hands one by one. About an hour before sunset, we will meet these 'militiamen'!"
"Is the news accurate?"
Mr. Fletcher gasped, and asked—the 'militia' in the Sacred Woods will definitely not rely on faith as the pillar of the 'militia' in other areas. They will definitely risk their lives to fight. Therefore, even if their strength is weak, they will become quite difficult to deal with. What's more, no one can guarantee that there will be no martyrs among these 'militiamen'!
Once piles of martyrs appear, even if they are Sunyao level, they will still have a headache.
"Very accurate!"
Blanc bit off the cork, took a sip of wine, and said affirmatively.
"Iyeta is preventing us from moving forward!" Dides said, "From the martyrs mixed in the crowd to the current 'militia', Iyeta is preventing and delaying our speed!"
"Then what can you do?"
Germond asked a little impatiently—for the tower master of the Tower of Competition, this kind of inexplicable 'forced' by others is really too uncomfortable, as if he was restrained.
"Abandon all those who cannot move forward quickly, and we will move forward at full speed!"
Dides made a proposal.
"How can this be?"
Germond said dissatisfied-if they could ignore other people's lives, they would not be so passive at all, and they had already appeared at the foot of the mountain.
"How is it impossible? Iyeta can't use the lives of these people to let us stay as 'nanny', we just need to find another 'nanny' for them!" Dides glanced at Germond Finally, he turned his gaze to Blank and continued: "The Lion Legion and the Eagle Legion have already entered the sacred forest area. They only need to go back the same way to enter the protection of the two legions!"
"I also gave some suggestions to those mercenaries before, and they will definitely be very happy to participate in the escort!"
Blank said with a smile.
"Okay, so now we just need to determine who to go to?"
After Germond saw his friend nodding, he immediately had no opinion.
"This candidate does not need to be determined!"
Dides pointed to Blank and Germond, and then pointed to himself.
"I think I should go all the way!" Mr. Fletcher said, "Don't worry, I won't hold you back—every family has its own heritage, please face this!"
"I will wait and see!"
Blank shrugged his shoulders, Germond didn't care, and Dides walked aside, whispering orders to Moretti and Lilith; and the representative of the dark mercenary also turned to Bran. Ke came here, just as Blanc expected. These dark mercenaries clearly chose the option that was most beneficial to them: retreat.
Blank, who had expected it for a long time, nodded immediately.
"hope everything is fine!"
Seeing the dark mercenaries joining the retreating team, Blank couldn't help but said.
"Is something going to happen?"
Germond looked at his friend suspiciously.
"Well, first of all, the current situation is beyond our expectations - at the beginning. We have already guessed that among the invited people, there must be some of Iyeta's subordinates; however, we did not expect that they would commit suicide Attacks of the same type... Originally, we wanted to solve everything quietly!"
"They are too cunning and vicious!"
Amidst Blanc's helpless sigh, Germond spoke viciously.
"It's not cunning or vicious. It's just that we underestimated Iyeta's confidence-he is ready to succeed if he doesn't succeed! However, we didn't... We still have a mentality of 'handling' Let’s solve the problem in front of us!” Blank took a deep breath, and the seemingly cloudy eyes were extremely clear at this time, “We are used to peace. Everything will be handled based on peace—but, at this moment The Iyeta will not, he has already ignored peace, so... as long as he can complete his plan, even if the holy forest area is destroyed, Ijeta will not care about it!"
"This this… "
Germond was stunned and didn't know what to say, for the tower owner of the tower of competition. He couldn't understand what kind of mentality Iyeta used to complete his plan; and because of this incomprehension, he couldn't grasp how crazy Iyeta was at the moment.
Even Blank is belatedly aware—
"Those 'militiamen' in the Holy Forest are the best proof!" Blank shook his head helplessly again, "The reason why the Holy See can endure for a long time, except for the Hof Mountains, is that these believers with firm beliefs , without one of the two, the Sacred Forest has already been destroyed!"
"So, we are well paralyzed!" Blank shook the flagon in his hand, with a hint of worry in his expression. "We simply think that standing on the land of the holy forest area, Iyeta will have scruples, but this is exactly what Iyeta wants us to think—so, at this time, we are extremely passive everywhere..."
"You mean. Iyeta did this on purpose? So... Mordred?!"
The tower master of the tower of competition immediately said in surprise.
"Well, it's dangerous!"
Blank nodded.
"We will set off immediately to support Mordred!"
Germond said anxiously—although the relationship between the Tower Master of the Competition Tower and the Tower Master of the Thorn Tower is not very good, if there is any problem, the Tower Master of the Competition Tower will definitely not mind going to the rescue; Above all, apart from colleagues and friendship, the Lord of the Six Towers also has a sense of honor mixed in.
"Isn't our support counted by Iyeta?" Blank said, Germond was taken aback for a moment, and then asked eagerly: "Then what should we do? Just do nothing like this ?”
"Did you forget about Ye Qi and those young people?"
A smile appeared on Blanc's face.
"You mean?"
"Well, I believe that group of young people will prevent the whole situation from being corrupted to the point of being unmanageable—at least, enough to support us!" Blank said, pointing to Didus, "Why did he Don't worry? Because he thinks Ye Qi can do his best! That's why he let the lions and eagles enter the holy forest area. This is not a helpless gamble, but a premeditated plan!"
"Including the previous self-destruct?"
Germond frowned.
"That's not in his plan, don't you see that Didus's face has turned black?" Blank smiled and continued: "Similarly, any plan will have some loopholes—if any, Yetta is no exception; if we seize this loophole and cooperate with Ye Qi and his group of young people, we will also get good results!"
"What loophole?"
Germond asked impatiently.
"Lyman, the knight who survived the catastrophe, appeared in Landing Castle at this moment..."
Blank said in a low voice.
…
puff!
The sword hilt hit the back of the little man's heart, and immediately, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out; of course, as the little man spurted out a mouthful of hot blood, a dagger scratch appeared on Mordred's arm. It wasn't very deep, it just cut through the oily skin, but the severe pain made Mordred's entire arm tremble.
More importantly, the bright red wound changed to black in the next moment.
toxin.
at any time. Always a terrific ability.
Even erudite wizards and scholars dare not say that they are familiar with all toxins, especially when some toxins interact, it will cause headaches for wizards; because, that is called The technology of mixing poisons, in addition to knowing two or more types of toxins. The ratio of the two toxins also needs to be known.
If you make a mistake, it will cause irreparable damage.
As for the magic detoxification
Perhaps low-level and primary poisons are completely fine, but when the poison reaches a certain level, even divine spells are powerless.
Unless, this cleric is specialized in detoxification magic; and this. For the current Holy See, it is of course impossible; perhaps when the Holy See was just rising, there would still be such a person, but after thousands of years of changes, the current Holy See is no longer the original Holy See.
There are magic spells for healing and detoxification.
However, they are more inclined to offensive magic, not even just magic. Some skills and secret techniques are also more inclined to attack.
After all, a non-aggressive member of the Holy See is like fish on a chopping board.
This is true both externally and internally.
However, there is one kind of person that is not needed.
The apostle who has awakened the talent of poison!
On Lorant, it is only necessary to treat the apostle with poison talent as another special existence because of the opponent's use of poison ability.
Not just being able to poison. It can also detoxify, far from the troubles that wizards usually have, and needs to know the types and proportions of toxins.
Just simply absorb it.
Of course, there will naturally be a problem of strength.
And in the same way, the more powerful the apostle with poison talent. The more powerful the toxin used and absorbed, just like the little man at this time, the toxin that absorbed the statue in the 'New King's Treasure', even the legendary strongman in the extraordinary realm, cannot be ignored.
The strength and speed of Mordred, who had been eroded by the toxin, began to drop sharply, causing a slight change in the previous one-sided situation.
"Are you still going to procrastinate?"
Iyeta's words came again, compared with the previous few times, this time the words were full of sarcasm - Iyeta looked at the "performance" in front of him very clearly, although it was extremely realistic, but Lack of the most critical sense of killing, not even killing intent.
A battle that doesn't even have the intention to kill can only be called a sparring.
Iyeta was extremely dissatisfied with this.
Because he didn't see the scene he wanted to see; therefore, he was going to restore everything in front of him to the scene he wanted to see.
"Your mother, I think, can die!"
As Iyeta said, she raised her right hand at the same time.
"etc!"
Mordred stopped loudly, and with such a shout, his strength and speed returned to their original state.
"Ability, your ability!"
Iyeta reminded maliciously.
hum!
Just when Iyeta's voice fell, a special wave appeared between Mordred and the little man who were fighting, and the little man who was trying to dodge suddenly stopped in place without moving. He moved, letting Mordred's long sword pass through his chest.
Pooh!
The sound of the blade piercing the flesh came from the left chest, and the heart was smashed with the rotation of Mordred's wrist. The little man looked down at his wound in disbelief, obviously he didn't think that Mordred It will really look like a killer.
"Drink!"
A low growl burst out from the dying little man's throat, and mist like ink appeared around the little man's body in such a roar, and shot straight at Mordred; the latter wanted to dodge, but was caught by the little man. He firmly grasped the arm holding the sword, and let the ink-like mist shoot straight at him.
Immediately, Mordred let go of the long sword, fell to the ground, his skin was covered in black, and he lost his breath almost instantly.
And in the same way, the little man with a long sword stuck in his chest also fell to the ground, and his breath became weaker and weaker.
Awa and the big man rushed forward almost instantly, and various medicines began to appear in the hands of the two of them, pouring them into the wounds and mouths of the little man for free.
"Tsk, although there are some twists and turns, it's not a bad result!"
Iyeta said this, but no one disagreed with such words; the people at the foot of the mountain were treating the dying little man, but Tozan, who was nailed to the rock wall outside the bell tower, was only sad.
This unattended situation made Iyeta feel neglected.
The sudden anger in his heart caused him to appear at the foot of Shenshan in a flash—
"You little beings, how dare you ignore..."
Standing in front of the little man who was being rescued, a dark golden light appeared in Iyeta's hand; however, before the light of Iyeta made a move, Mordred, who should have died, suddenly shot at his feet. Jumping up, the long sword passed through his chest.
And the little man who was dying on the ground was even more alive and kicked two throwing knives into Iyeta's knee joints.
At the same time, Ava, the big man, jumped up like an arrow and appeared on the top of the mountain.
ps first update~~~timing~~~
The decadent chapter was coded with one hand. For four and a half hours, I coded with one hand. It seems that I can't even type... vomit blood...