With a sweep of the sword, the air froze.
Everyone stared blankly at the scene that was divided into two in front of them.
Even the old witcher and Sivalka are no exception.
powerful!
Stronger than all the dark hall priests he has ever seen!
This is the most direct impression of Sivalka.
But the old witcher was different.
He sees more.
Approaching a demigod
The old witcher murmured in a low voice, but his expression quickly returned to normal.
Because, he has seen a strong man who is close to a demigod.
And, there's more than one.
His teachers and former digital partners were able to reach this level, and even he, if he ignored it, could also reach a similar level.
but…
Snake faction is stronger than imagined!
Looking at Qin Ran's young face, the old witcher couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.
Although age is not absolute among demon hunters, the stronger a young man is, the more powerful his teacher and family are, apart from his talent.
And this is good news for the old witcher now.
The witcher at this moment needs more power!
It doesn't matter whether such power comes from the Wolf faction, or from... the Snake faction.
There was a trace of gentleness in the old witcher's scrutinizing eyes.
Qin Ran was keenly aware of such a change, but he didn't express any more. He just nodded slightly and walked to one side.
Most of the monsters in the shanty town were killed by him just now.
Those restless evils disappeared even more.
However, in the corner, there are still many omissions of infected monsters.
He needs to clean up.
This is in line with his current identity as a Snake Demon Hunter.
As for the changes in the old witcher
This is expected.
Just follow the steps.
The old demon hunter looked at Qin Ran who was starting to clean up, and immediately joined in. At the same time, he couldn't stop observing Qin Ran. When he saw the crisp and neat method and the insightful handling method, he nodded secretly again.
"I have received complete demon hunter skills, otherwise I would not be so familiar with the habits of monsters."
"Being able to deal with it so calmly and decisively, it is obvious that the tests of 'Green Grass' and 'Xia Zhi' passed with excellent results."
"Nice young man."
The old witcher commented like this.
But Sivalka didn't pay attention to the two of them at all. He walked into the crowd and looked at Ellie who was shrinking behind his sister. After seeing Sivalka, the little girl with a quiet face finally had a tinge of color .
"Uncle, are you okay?"
the little girl asked.
"Um."
"I was busy with some things, so I didn't go directly to the lame hotel."
Sivalka nodded and explained.
"That's good, that's good."
The little girl whispered like this.
The tears in the eye sockets flowed down uncontrollably.
She thought of her mother.
She thought of other people who would never appear again.
Perhaps, she is very young.
She didn't know much, but this feeling of loss became more and more pure, without any weighing of pros and cons.
However, she did not cry out.
Because, she still remembers that when her father died, after she burst into tears, her mother beat her severely and told her not to cry out, and now her mother is gone.
But she remembered.
A hand was raised to wipe away the little girl's tears.
Allie looked at her sister.
"Now there are so many people, we can't cry."
"Cry when there is no one else."
"I'll be with you."
Erin lowered her voice and said.
The god's response just now made Irene feel a miracle.
Can…
Such miracles did not make Erin feel good about herself and that she was special. She still felt uncomfortable, sad, and missed her mother and those familiar people.
Of course, she would not resent such a miracle.
She was very grateful for such a miracle.
Because, she survived by relying on such a miracle.
So, she thinks she needs to repay her kindness.
Even though the god doesn't need to repay, she still thinks that's what she should do.
Her mother also said that the kindness must be repaid.
"Hello, are you the envoy under the crown of 'Mist'?"
Erin asked Sivalka.
"'Mist'?"
"I have heard his name."
"but I am not."
Sivalka shook his head honestly. Although he wanted to admit it very much, as a dark hall deacon, he knew very well what the consequences would be if he pretended to be an envoy of a god, especially if the god was still very strong. At its peak.
Despite his dark deacon career, Sivalka has little to miss.
However, it made him know some knowledge that ordinary people don't know.
Immediately, Sivalka felt happy.
"Excuse me, are you looking for me?"
A voice came from behind the crowd.
The upper evil spirit came out in the form of 'Simon', with a warm smile on its face and gentle eyes, and anyone who looked at it would feel like a spring breeze.
Anyone who sees this 'Simon' will subconsciously relax.
Missionaries like textbooks!
Sivalka commented even more like this.
It was not that Sivalka had never seen missionaries in the dark hall.
But none of them can compare with the one in front of me.
Whether it is appearance or demeanor, the difference is too far.
When the other party walked in front of him, Sivalka couldn't help bowing.
This is completely a subconscious behavior developed in the dark hall.
When he came back to his senses, the upper evil spirit had already raised his hand and placed it on top of his head.
"Thank you for everything you do for the church."
The words were almost the same as those of the missionaries he knew, but when they were spoken from the mouth of the high-level evil spirit at this time, Sivalka had a different feeling.
That is sincerity!
He has never felt sincerity!
Sivalka looked up at the higher evil spirit.
The upper evil spirit pointed at the two little girls.
Sivalka suddenly understood.
Then, worry right away.
The 'Mist' church values Elle and Irene so much, will anything bad happen
Sivalka, who knew some inside information about the dark hall, clenched his fists involuntarily.
"Don't worry."
"Don't worry."
"'Mist' was born for shelter and nothing else."
As if knowing what Sivalka was thinking, the upper evil spirit said with a smile, and then walked straight to Irene.
A hasty farewell in the evening.
It was enough for the upper evil spirits to remember this keen little girl.
Although there are still many discomforts, the opponent is worth it.
Whether it's because of the opponent itself, or because it needs to open up the situation in Atendino for its own boss.
"Hello."
"Your Excellency the Messenger."
"I'm Erin."
The little girl pulled her sister and introduced herself.
"You can call me Simon."
"Of course, everyone is the same."
According to the established plan, the upper evil spirit started its own performance.
Everything is handy.
Qin Ran glanced at it from a distance, and stopped paying attention.
He knew that no one could do better than the higher-level evil spirits.
he
He also couldn't be as comfortable as a high-ranking evil spirit.
Every creature has its own characteristics, and Kieran will never deny this, just like after he has many followers, he will not do everything himself.
It is what he should do to put followers who are good at different fields in the corresponding fields.
Just like this time, he was staring at the 'God of War' and 'Ms. Calamity'.
This is what he should do.
Soldiers against soldiers.
Will be right.
And the king
Of course it is against the king!
It's just that the reaction of 'God of War' and 'Ms. Calamity' was a bit beyond Qin Ran's expectations.
The two are still facing each other.
There are no changes from before.
Such a situation is very strange. According to Qin Ran's understanding of the "God", even if he is "bound" and unable to move, he should express it at this time.
After all, he invaded the territory of both.
"Is there something I don't know about?"
"still… "
"They don't care about Eitantinople at all?"
Qin Ran's thoughts began to diverge.
Naturally, from Fort Eitantine, Kieran thought of Eitantine VI.
It is true that the lower seventh ring is far enough from the upper seventh ring, but it is strange that no soldier has appeared until now.
Coupled with the indifference of the "God of War" and "Ms. Calamity".
All of this became interesting in an instant.
"Is there anything else I don't know?"
Qin Ran frowned slightly.
Unknown situations will always make Qin Ran more cautious.
Especially when there's that bastard 'Broker' among them.
Qin Ran always felt that there was something else hidden in the dungeon world in front of him.
"According to the habit of 'brokers'."
"As a cover, there must be at least two targets on the bright side, one bright and one dark. The bright one is straightforward, and the dark one is that he makes others think that it is his target."
"And after that, is the real goal."
"Now the ostensible target is 'Bol'."
"Using Bohr's deduction, this hidden goal can be expanded into 'fog' and even Sika City."
"So… "
"What about the real target?"
"Are you using the 'mist' to compete for Eitandinople?"
Kieran was thinking from the habitual angle of a 'broker'.
Quickly, he shook his head.
It is an inevitable trend for the 'mist' to compete for Eitantinople. Simply put, as long as the 'broker' becomes the 'mist', then these will inevitably happen.
etc!
Just when Qin Ran was about to let go of this thought, he suddenly thought of something.
'Brokers' habitually hide their real targets.
So what is more suitable than hiding the real goal in the open or hidden goal
Subconsciously, Kieran touched the 'Mist Lord' hidden close to his body.
This is a guess.
And another guess
Naturally... Pohl.
Or to be precise, someone like 'Boll'.
What if the 'broker' designs another 'springboard'
Or simply hide a 'springboard'
Thinking of this, Qin Ran couldn't help narrowing his eyes.
At this time, the old witcher came over.
"Aitantine VI is more ruthless than he appears."
"Exactly like his ancestors."
"It's not surprising that such a guy does anything."
The old witcher obviously misunderstood something.
However, Qin Ran did not explain.
"How do you plan to arrange these people?"
The old witcher continued to ask.
"The people of the 'Mist' church will arrange it properly. I am not good at these things."
Qin Ran replied like this.
The old witcher nodded noncommittally.
He is an actionist who is good at fighting the enemy, but he is also not good at arranging logistics and other things. In fact, in the heyday of the wolf faction, there were special people to arrange these things.
And now
He is almost alone, but he can't bear these.
At the same time, that idea appeared more strongly in his heart.
Rebuild Wolf Pie!
Of course, the old witcher knew that this was a long way to go, and it was not just a matter of saying a few words.
At least…
He needs some Kimptons.
A safe place is also needed.
Coincidentally, these are all owned by the Snake School.
"Young man, I hope we can talk."
"Talk about it openly and honestly."
Said the old witcher.
"Can."
"but not now."
Qin Ran said.
"certainly."
The old witcher grinned.
Both of them knew very well that what they had to face next was the 'rage' of that Aitantine VI.
Although for the sake of his own reputation, such 'revenge' would not be aboveboard, but he still needed to be prepared.
At the very least, it is necessary to transfer the two old demon hunters who are not in good condition in the 'Carrot' hotel.
The old witcher and Kieran walked side by side.
The former is for his old friends.
Kieran
He needed to tell Pol something.
This is the basis for cooperation between the two parties.
…
In the palace, King Aitantine VI calmly waved his hand after listening to his subordinates' report on the shantytowns in the Lower Seventh Ring Road.
The subordinate immediately bowed and retreated.
When the king was the only one left in the meeting hall, the other party stood up.
The king has a tall and strong figure from the Northland. Even though his face is old, his back is still straight. He just stood in the hall, looking up at the ceiling of the meeting hall.
After about a few minutes, there was a sound of footsteps.
No communication.
Marquis Wharton walked in directly
"His Majesty."
Old Wharton saluted and greeted.
"Our plan failed."
Aitantine VI said bluntly.
"It's just a tentative plan in the early stage, it's nothing."
"Actually, seriously, we haven't failed."
"As long as this happens, we are successful."
Old Wharton said with a smile.
"Yeah, as long as it happens, we are considered successful."
"pity… "
"You can't do it all at once."
Eitandine VI sighed regretfully.
"Yeah, it's really a pity."
"Those demon hunters always appear at such inappropriate times."
"Your Majesty, you need me..."
"Need not."
"The witcher is not our enemy."
"Instead, they are our natural allies."
Aitantine VI waved his hand.
"You mean?"
Old Wharton raised his head, and when he saw the smile of Eitandine VI, he immediately understood.
Afterwards, the old Wharton left the conference hall.
Just half an hour later, a royal guard appeared outside the 'radish' hotel.
A chamberlain brought the king's decree—
"The 'Snake School' demon hunter Colin was conferred the title of baron for his meritorious service in killing Xieyi."