Lowering his head, this abundant God of War will looked at the arrow's knee.
when
He had no idea when he was shot by the arrow.
more importantly...
How could 'Mist' know where his weakness lies
Doubt and disbelief surfaced and solidified on the face of this abundant God of War will.
When the "plague" representing "disaster" broke out, the frozen will of the God of War... collapsed.
Snapped!
It was like glass falling to the ground.
There was a crisp sound, everywhere.
'Gluttony', who had been waiting for a long time, opened his mouth wide and swept away these fragments and swallowed them into his stomach.
'Lazy' dotingly looked at his brother who was devouring, subconsciously yawned, and then he began to rub his swollen temples.
Although the roar of dragons and tigers produced by 'arrogance' just now covered the sound of arrows, but the real difficulty is to find out the weakness of the full will of the god of war.
The only good news is that my brother's guess is right.
In the confrontation with the 'Miss Calamity', God of War has obvious weaknesses to 'disease' and 'plague'.
Even... a flaw!
Otherwise, the 'Black Disaster' would not have erupted, and it would not have lasted until the so-called 'Miss Calamity' appeared.
'Lazy' didn't know who was the first to discover the flaws of God of War.
But when the two sides are hostile, it must be right to use it.
However, even with his brother's speculation, he was exhausted.
"I leave the rest to you."
'Laziness' said such words to 'Arrogance', and fell into a deep sleep, snoring everywhere.
The corners of his mouth curled up, 'Arrogance' picked up his laziness, grabbed the back of 'Gluttony''s neck, and disappeared in a flash.
Disappearing together are the knight and the sea water.
…
Sensing the final changes in his body, Kieran slowly opened his eyes.
He picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and palms. There were gravy and oil stains here before. After he licked it, there was only a little saliva left.
Is it table manners
Qin Ran's etiquette is: don't waste.
leftover
Keep it simple.
Qin Ran stood up from the chair and stretched slightly.
“What a great breakfast.”
Qin Ran commented like this.
At this moment, the lightning in the dark clouds near the gate of Eitantinople has dispersed.
The 'God of War' retreated.
Or to be precise, the 'God of War' was shocked.
Just surprised.
Not scary.
The other party should be more puzzled now that a so-called "half god" has the ability similar to "Ms. Calamity". So, is there a relationship between the two
Qin Ran was sure that the other party who had been confronting the 'Miss Calamity' had already become suspicious.
And this is what he wanted.
"Thank you, Gelsak."
Qin Ran, who still had the memory of Gelsac in his mind, couldn't help but said sincerely.
This member of the 'Secret Order of Quiet Night' not only brought him substantial spoils, but also the other party's memories and plans are of great importance to Kieran.
From the memory of the other party, what Kieran confirmed was not just the powerlessness of the "God of War" in the "Black Calamity" in the face of disease and plague.
There is more information.
Example: those MPs who were bound in the South.
besides…
The origin of 'Miss Calamity'.
"It's more complicated than I thought."
"'Broker' what kind of role do you play in it?"
Qin Ran thought silently.
He knew that the other party must have played a key role in it.
only…
He is still not sure who the other party is.
However, the pool of candidates has narrowed.
After all, 'Mr. Key' is all obvious, isn't it
…
Huge city.
The sun was shining, and the wind was blowing over the Liddell Bridge majestically, brushing Broker's hair.
Dressed like a newcomer's 'broker', standing on the bridge, squinting his eyes slightly, feeling the comfort of the wind, the comfort of the sun, and an indescribable tranquility on his covered face.
He likes the atmosphere very much.
Otherwise, I would not choose this place as the meeting place.
A few minutes later, the 'Broker' opened his eyes.
He looked at the river under the bridge, and everything returned to the way he should be.
A smile was on his face.
The calculation is hidden in the bottom of my heart.
There was a look in his eyes.
After a short rest.
He is back again.
Under the bridge, the river was rushing and rushing.
'Broker' He turned around and looked at the person who was coming.
"Although there is a systematic cover-up, you'd better not laugh, because it reminds me of a weasel."
The appearance of the newcomer was similar to that of the 'Broker', but his aura was like an unsheathed long sword, not only shone coldly, but also sharp, and there was even a hint of hostility in that indifferent tone.
"Don't worry, I mean nothing malicious."
"otherwise… "
"I won't come to you so directly."
The 'Broker' didn't listen to the other party's opinion, and continued to laugh, even a smile appeared in his voice.
"Oh, failed?"
The other party sneered.
"Um."
'Broker' graciously admitted.
"As I said, she is unique."
"It was impossible for anyone to surpass her."
"It's the same now."
"As for the future?"
"Less likely."
The other party said very firmly, the indifference in his tone gradually disappeared, and his voice became high-pitched and fanatical.
"Yes Yes Yes."
"You're right."
"Then what are you going to do?"
'Broker' asked.
The other party didn't answer, and even didn't say anything more, just left with a sneer.
The 'Broker' didn't ask questions, let alone stop the other party.
Just watched the other party leave.
He didn't turn around until the other party's back disappeared, and continued to look at the river under the bridge.
"Still so arrogant!"
"Pity."
"Next time I see it, I don't know if it will be the same."
"I hope the river is not too cold..."
Talking to himself, the 'broker' jumped down.
thump!
The rushing river rolled over and took away the 'broker'.
And in the next moment—
hum!
In a sound like mosquitoes flying, the entire Liddell Bridge was reduced to dust.
As soon as the wind blows, the powder is scattered.
The entire bridge seemed to have never appeared before.
Only the belated mechanical enforcers let out an angry roar.
…
The dark clouds are low, making people feel stuffy, but they don't have the force of lightning and thunder.
People looked up at the dark cloud, and there were many speculations in their hearts.
And at this time—
puff!
The elite captain of the Temple of War God vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Not only the captain, but also the soldiers of the God of War Temple who prayed together, all collapsed to the ground.
Or just like their captain, spitting blood, or bleeding from seven holes, and the breath is weak.
With a mortal body, bearing the "God's will", even after long-term training, it is impossible to be safe and sound.
This is a qualitative change.
It is impossible for mortals to bear it.
Not everyone is a high-ranking evil spirit who is almost immortal.
The old Marquis waved his hand.
Immediately, the surrounding royal guards stepped up and began to check the injuries of these elite fighters of the Temple of War, and one after another, the carriages quickly drove out of the corridor of the city gate.
When all the subordinates were carried into the carriage, the captain thanked the old Marquis.
"Thank you, Marquis Wharton."
The captain sincerely thanked him.
Perhaps the person in front of him is not a sincere believer of the God of War, but the actions of the other party have allowed the Temple of God of War to maintain the last bit of face, which is enough to be grateful for.
"That's what I should do."
The old Marquis responded with a smile.
On both sides present, whoever fell, he would rescue.
This is a decision that has been made long ago.
It is also His Majesty's order.
He knows what to do.
only…
'Mist' was unexpectedly powerful.
The well-informed old marquis could tell that after the two trials of the war spirit just now, he should be serious.
But under such a premise, 'Mist' still showed tenacity, and was able to resist such an attack!
"Need to slightly adjust our strategy against 'fog'."
"Those disciples of the 'Mist' who have descended from the seventh ring deserve better treatment."
"besides… "
The old Marquis, who was thinking, couldn't help looking at the place shrouded in mist.
In fact, not only the old Marquis, everyone present looked at the thick fog, including the captain of the Temple of War who vomited blood and needed help to stand up.
They all expected to see the state of the people in the 'Mist' church, and deduced some things from it.
And under the eyes of everyone's expectation.
The mist slowly drifted away.
When the 'mist' inside was exposed, everyone watching here was stunned, especially the captain of the War God Temple exclaimed.
"impossible!"
"This is impossible!"
yes!
This is simply impossible!
Everyone who saw the appearance of the people in the 'Mist' church at this moment had this thought from the bottom of their hearts.
No injuries.
Even the clothes are as clean as new.
Even the smile of the Bishop 'Simon' has not changed.
Gentle, like sunshine.
Then look at the crowd of people in the Temple of War God who vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.
Could it be...
'Mist' stronger than 'God of War'? !
Such thoughts involuntarily appeared in the hearts of the bystanders present.
Even the old Marquis couldn't help thinking this way.
However, reason soon prevailed.
"The one who has been restrained by the calamity has too much energy to deal with the foreign enemies with all his strength!"
"but… "
"'Mist' is more attractive than expected."
After the old marquis quickly concealed the surprise in his heart, he walked slowly to the upper evil spirit.
"Bishop Simon."
"Please come with me."
"His Majesty has already arranged where you and the new Sika Lord will stay."
The old Marquis saluted while talking.
And he made a slight gesture with the palm behind his back.
Immediately, the royal guard quietly escorted a group of wounded warriors from the Temple of War back to the Temple of War.
Now the situation has been divided.
He got the most wanted information.
leftover
It is unnecessary.
If you do it again, it will pass.
The "God of War" and the "fog" can't be broken, which is what he and His Majesty are most willing to see.
The superior evil spirit looked at the old fox-like old marquis in front of him. If it wasn't because the boss had his own plan, it would definitely kill him directly.
This kind of person's strength may not be strong enough, but it cannot be ignored at certain critical moments.
After being greeted, the escort stepped down, looking neat and solemn, and then happened to meet people from the Temple of War God at the gate of the city. If it was all a coincidence, it would commit suicide a hundred times.
"My Lord has told me that there are my brothers and sisters."
"I deserve to be with them."
The upper evil spirit pointed in the direction of the shantytowns on the Lower Seventh Ring Road, and said as gently as possible.
The remaining pain is still spreading in the body.
Obviously, the will of God of War is stronger than imagined.
After this time is over, I must find the boss to take a vacation!
At least three... no, an hour!
I want to bask in the sun without any worries, and then eat a steak or lamb chops, preferably the same half of cumin and black pepper, at least so that when I encounter pain, I can imagine the taste, no As for making it up, I can't make it up.
"As you wish!"
The old Marquis didn't mean to retort at all, he nodded first, and then continued: "There was an unexpected attack last night, and everything is being rebuilt. I will try my best to get supplies. Before that, I hope you I can understand."
"Those damned evils!"
At the end, the old Marquis suddenly cursed in a low voice.
Such cursing is not in line with the status of the old marquis, and it seems very unrefined.
But it is also enough to explain the anger of the old Marquis.
The next moment, the old Marquis found out what was wrong with him.
"terribly sorry."
"When I think about what happened last night, I really can't help it."
"Those evils are simply locusts!"
"No benefit at all, only disaster!"
"Fortunately, the demon hunters appeared again and stopped them, otherwise it would only be worse."
"Thank you witcher!"
After the old Marquis nodded apologetically to the evil spirit above, he sighed in admiration.
"They really are admirable."
"Whether it's the past, the present, or the future."
"They always stick to their philosophy."
The high-ranking evil spirit who knew what the old Marquis said meant echoed him.
It will not actively disclose any information related to the witcher.
But it won't be clear about the relationship with the demon hunter.
Because, the Demon Hunter is still an empty shell.
An empty shell that looks powerful, but can be broken with a single poke.
It needs to make the Witcher look more powerful, so ambiguity is the main tool.
Of course, it doesn't take too long.
After tonight, everything will change.
The old marquis glanced at the upper evil spirit, and was not surprised that he did not receive any corresponding information, but he confirmed once again that the demon hunter had a profound relationship with the Church of the 'Mist'.
With this, it is enough.
As for the witcher who has a lot to do with the 'Mist', is it the snake faction or the wolf faction
Is it important
It doesn't matter anymore!
Snake faction and wolf faction are all demon hunters!
They are all camps that can help him and His Majesty!
Thinking of this, the old Marquis spoke again.
"Tonight, His Majesty is hosting a banquet in the palace to welcome the arrival of the new lord of Sika."
"I hope you can join us."
"Of course, Baron Colin is also invited."
After the old Marquis finished speaking, he looked expectantly at the upper evil spirit.
"I'll be there on time."
The high-ranking evil spirits guaranteed it.
The old Marquis who received a satisfactory answer smiled. He led the horse again, and walked into the corridor of the city gate side by side with the upper evil spirit. The team from Xikaling slowly followed.
The surrounding civilians and businessmen watched the team.
Eyes full of excitement and longing.
Even the nobles standing on the city wall had their eyes flickering.
Compared with civilians and businessmen, these nobles have more ideas.
And, they don't mind the action.
Therefore, Fort Eitantino, which was noisy all night, became lively again.
This time is destined to be different from the night.
No killing and blood donation.
But there are more undercurrents turbulent.
And on the distant horizon, one after another, strange figures from the south appeared one after another.
After they looked at each other, they hid in Altantinoburg one after another.
A bigger stage than last night was set.