The meeting hall in the castle was devastated beyond recognition after a fierce battle. Those tree men destroyed all the doors and windows. The poison dripping from them made the originally luxurious and exquisite carpet smell pungent, and Gawain's last blow made it even worse. It smashed the entire ground in the southeast corner of the meeting room, and opened a big hole in the wall that reached the ceiling. No matter how you look at it, this house must be repaired.
But compared to the torment that the Leslie family was more worried about in this disaster, the cultist still escaped.
The Society of the End of Everything, a heretical sect formed by fallen druids, their sorcery is really hard to guard against.
Pittman immediately began to prepare ritual spells, preparing to track the aura of the cultist: According to him, there are many restrictions on escape spells in such emergency situations, especially druids are not good at running. Most of its transfer spells need the power of plants, so the opponent probably didn't run far, and there is a high possibility that they are still in the castle after a transfer.
But just as the old druid took out the leaves and ointment for casting spells, a loud noise suddenly came from the dark night.
That was the sound of a crystallized grenade exploding, and the direction... seemed to be exactly where Knight Byron was!
Gao Wen's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly realized what happened: "Quick! Go to the corridor area!"
However, by the time they arrived at Byron's location, the cultists had disappeared.
They only saw a piece of torn apart vines torn apart by the blast wave, the remains of flesh and blood scattered on the ground, and the middle-aged Mr. Knight standing by the wall with a helpless expression on his face.
Gawain looked at Byron, "You'd better tell me that the cultist was blown to pieces by one of your crystal grenades, and he is the one on the floor..."
Byron spread his hands helplessly: "Then I'll tell you that if you're willing to hear it."
Gao Wen: "..."
"The floor is indeed a part of that guy, but I didn't expect the body of a legal professional to be so strong," Byron explained what happened just now, "...then the grenade exploded, but the guy reacted really It was too fast, and the grenade was taken away at the moment of the explosion, and there were many life-saving things hidden on his body. In the end, an arm was blown off, and he himself fled into the forest behind the castle and disappeared. I wanted to track , but when he entered the mountain forest, his aura seemed to disappear instantly."
"After all, he is a Druid." Gao Wen frowned. What happened on Byron's side was full of twists and turns. First, a cult member bumped into a weak Byron by accident, and then an illiterate cultist took over the grenade Explosion technique, and then the cultist who got stuck in the face with a burst of flames ran away... It can only be said that that guy really deserved his life, he was destined not to die tonight.
Gao Wen knew very well that he had already severely injured the opponent. Under the circumstances at that time, even if he used magic to escape, that cultist could not completely escape the aftermath of the steel storm, but he did not expect that the fifth-level member of the Death of All Things Cultist was not only a demon Wu Shuangxiu is still a krypton gold warrior, and in that situation, he still has life-saving props... The rich play the way the rich play.
"It's impossible to catch up," Pittman looked regretfully at the dense forest behind the castle. The forest grew along the western slope of the Tanzania Mine and was connected with the distant forest. With our current manpower, don't expect to find it."
"We let go of a hidden danger." Philip Knight said in a heavy and serious tone.
"No, according to the habit of the Doom Society, if their actions in an area fail and their whereabouts are exposed, then unless there are enough important goals for them to sacrifice a large number of organization members, they will never act again for a period of time," Pete said. Man shook his head, "A druid cult that is not good at fighting professions can survive and grow to this day, it is not due to recklessness."
"Anyway, at least we have resolved the crisis in this place," Gawain sighed, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, and quickly ordered, "Pittman, go to the atrium and find a way to release the magic on those victims. How much, Byron, Philip, and you two go to help."
Human life is at stake, and the three of them received the order without any delay, nodded and agreed immediately, and left after accepting the order.
"Let's go back to the hall just now." Gao Wen looked at Amber again, "That poor Viscount Andrew is still hanging out."
While speaking, he turned his head and prepared to leave the roof.
But just before he was about to take a step, a sudden flash of light in the darkness caught his attention.
Gao Wen immediately stopped, and went to the location where the light flashed just now to examine carefully, and soon he found what he was looking for among the messy vines and fallen leaves that had begun to wither: it was a piece of charred black broken finger , also wearing a small ring on his finger.
This is obviously a remnant of the black robe cultists.
"Hey, you also have the habit of searching for dead bodies after fights. I thought you were such a decent person..." Amber approached curiously, but was attracted by the thing in Gao Wen's hand just halfway through speaking, "Huh? The ring ? And it’s still not broken?!”
Gao Wen took off the small ring from the carbonized finger without much effort. Half of the surface of the ring had been blackened, but the rest of the ring was still shimmering with bright silver under the starlight. In theory, this "accessory" that directly faced the explosive power of the crystal grenade was just as Hu Po said, and it was not damaged at all!
After a little wiping, it still shines!
Gawain frowned slightly as he looked at the ring. He vaguely felt that it looked familiar.
Soon he remembered where he had seen something similar.
Gao Wen took off his gloves, he was wearing an identical ring!
Yes, this is...
"I'm going to make a token of love?!" Amber yelled suddenly, "He wears the same ring as this cultist! What's the relationship between you two?!"
"If you keep yelling, I will really hit you on the ground with a sword, do you believe it? You can't even pry it out!" Gao Wen glared at Amber, then lowered his head, and put the two rings together, "It seems that it is indeed Mithril. Ring of…”
"Ring of Mithril?" Amber vaguely remembered where the ring on Gawain's hand came from. She remembered the trip to the capital a few months ago, and remembered the mylittlepony that Gawain mentioned. The agent of Mithril Treasure House Although she was not able to meet the agent lady at that time (she was beaten away on the spot, and she didn't see her face, so she didn't meet), but the ring that Gao Wen got from the agent was her. I have seen, "Mithril Treasure House?!"
Then she reacted: "You mean, that cultist is likely to be a 'senior customer' of Mithril Treasure Vault just like you?!"
"This kind of ring cannot be distributed casually, and if it is not an important item, it is impossible for a cultist to take it with him when he comes out to retaliate against the society." Gawain nodded, "It seems... Mithril Baoku’s business is really big.”
Amber was dumbfounded: "Aren't they afraid that those cultists will 'return them to death' too?!"
Gao Wen smiled indifferently: "They even dare to take orders from the Elemental King, why not?"
Afterwards, he carefully searched the roof for traces left by the cultists, but found nothing other than the ring in hand.
Other things are really fried and smashed.
Then the two returned to the hall where they had fought before. The lord of Tanzania, Viscount Andrew of the Leslie family, was still there.
In fact, he has no way to go to other places. He has been eroded and tortured by the sorcery of the fallen druids for so many days. In addition, he has no extraordinary strength and can only barely gain a little magical ability by improving the potion. Viscount Andrew's magic resistance and physique are almost the same as ordinary people, and he is even weaker due to overdose. At this time, even if he is no longer affected by magic, his weak limbs are not enough to make him He moves.
He could only collapse on his chair, watching a group of people fight and kill half of his hall, and then watched them leave, and then watched Gao Wen and Amber come back.
The only good thing is that the aftermath of the previous battle did not affect him, and the viscount is still intact.
"The cultist ran away," Gawain said without concealment when he came to Viscount Andrew, "but he probably won't come back anytime soon."
Mr. Viscount, who survived the catastrophe, rolled his eyes with difficulty, took a few deep breaths, joy and worry were undisguised on his face, but first he thanked weakly: "Thank you for your rescue... Your Excellency the Duke , I now feel that making friends with you is the most correct decision I've ever made in my life... cough cough... I'm starving to death, can you give me some food first?"
Gawain shook his head, and reached out his hand to take out a small crystal bottle: "Although I really want to give you a full meal now, you'd better drink this first."
Viscount Andrew looked at the vial suspiciously: "This is..."
"The potions prepared by the druids in my territory can replenish your physical strength and repair your internal organs." Gawain unplugged the medicine bottle and moved it to the mouth of the man who couldn't even hold the medicine bottle. "The organs in your whole body are dying. Eating food at this time can only kill you. You have to use water to relieve this breath."
Although Pittman often peddled the useless "lucky ointment" on the territory, the functional medicines he prepared were still really useful. Not long after drinking the stamina potion, Viscount Andrew's complexion obviously improved .
Only then did Gao Wen ask: "About that cultist, do you have any information you can tell me? How did you get targeted by an organization like the End of Everything?"
Viscount Andrew tried his best to twitch his face, as if he wanted to put on a wry smile, but in the end he couldn't do so, he could only sigh: "Oh... I'm just to blame for digging up something I shouldn't have dug up."
"Dug out something that shouldn't be dug?" Gao Wen frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I unearthed a shard of the Eternal Tablet..." 8)