Chapter 320 Assassinating a bloody sage?

At this time, Kel Thujad was seriously injured. The natural disasters were headless, and even if he wanted to retaliate, he was unable to implement them. After all, except Kel Thujad, Baron Rivendell, who was qualified to launch a large-scale battle, could not mobilize the arrogant soldiers of Naxxamas. If Stantome's troops alone, whether he could reach the North Post Tower under the restraint of the Blood Crusaders was a problem.

The bloody and silver dawn army, who had just obtained the Ashes, was injured due to the continuous battles. It took some time to lick the wound and would not provoke the battle. Taking advantage of this period, Xie Feng could just solve a series of things such as Old Fording, Tyran, Darian, Renault, Fireplace Valley and Bloody Monastery...

"It's just such a broken house, it's actually hidden as a hero paladin..." Xilundis still put the cloak on her body to Xie Feng, hugged her shoulders and shook slightly, and looked at the dilapidated little hut in surprise.

This time, Xie Feng did not let Narel land at Maris Farm, but landed directly at the door of Old Fording's house. He lost a strong mana and sustained the upper elf but suffered a great loss...

"What's so strange about it? You can't deny that there are bad bones in the world..." Xie Feng shrugged, joked badly, and then waved Narel to go back.

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong resentment came from the small thatched hut, which made Shilundis, who had experienced it for the first time, shudder involuntarily~

"Little bastard, do you want to receive a new round of training?" Old Fording walked out with a frosty face, looking at Xie Feng eagerly with a try.

"Don't even think about it!" Someone was startled and waved repeatedly: "Didn't you say you would collect some things last time? I've come here to help this time! Your old bones really can't make people feel at ease~"

Old Fording was stunned when he heard this, confused for a long time, then looked at Xie Feng with a suspicion and looked up and down: "Are you sure you have no problem with your brain? Are you a bastard who is more treacherous than a goblin so kind?"

I think he was used to being angry with Xie Feng, or he was open-minded and careless, and directly ignored Xie Feng's sarcasm and sarcasm.

"Hey hey hey~ Are you discriminating against goblins?" In the implication, Xie Feng agreed to his character as a goblin, pulled Xilundis directly bypassed Lao Fuding and walked into the house.

"Compared with you, I am indeed suspected of discriminating against goblins..." Lao Fuding nodded seriously. After spending a while with Xie Feng, his mouth and qi cultivation skills were obviously good.

He sat down carefully with the weak Sirendith, and stopped joking. He said to Old Fording opposite him with a serious face: "The Ashes Messenger and Alexander's body have been stolen."

"You rarely did a good thing!" Old Fording's expression did not change at all, and he sat there as if nothing had happened. This made Xie Feng even more sure that he had a close connection with Maxwell, rather than showing him the ignorance of the world.

"So, you know her affairs too?" Xie Feng glanced at Xilundis and said to Lao Fuding with a flattering look: "We can succeed, she is the biggest contributor. You will never ignore it, right?"

Old Fording rolled his eyes. You are old, aren't you still old bones just now? He glared at Xie Feng disdainfully, turned his head to look at Xilundis, frowned and said, "If it is really as Jorad said, as long as you can completely remove the arcane energy in her body, the hero-level paladin can indeed be cured. But what's the use of you looking for me? I have lost the favor of the Holy Light~"

"But Itrigg is still alive now!" Xie Feng immediately responded and blocked Old Fording's words. When Itrigg was rescued, he was seriously injured and died. Didn't Old Fording bring him back in the end?

"Maybe you haven't made up your mind now, maybe you are really powerless now." Xie Feng continued: "I need a promise for you now! You can fulfill it after mastering the holy light again~"

Old Fording was puzzled by Xie Feng's desire for his promise so eagerly. Although the two of them were not very "harmonious" in their daily lives, they still knew each other very well. Xilundis's injury was for Alexander and the Ashes. With Old Fording's character, even if Xie Feng did not ask for it, this matter would be taken as a matter of course. What kind of commitment is necessary?

He glanced at Xilundis sitting next to him and saw that although she was hiding well, she was still very nervous. Old Fording immediately realized that the promise Xie Feng wanted was to make Xilundis feel at ease. He nodded without hesitation and agreed: "If there is really such a day, I have no choice!"

Hearing this, not only did Xilundis feel relieved, but Xie Feng also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and a bad smile appeared on his face. In this way, he could plot against Lao Fuding without any worries. Although this was done for his own good...

"Since you agree, I want to express it, right? Tell me what you are looking for next, and take advantage of the natural disaster that has not yet launched a counterattack~" Xie Feng looked righteous and righteous.

Old Fording was slightly stunned, then nodded with satisfaction: "You are the only one who can help with this matter..."

"After Uther was killed, the Knights of the Silver Hands completely collapsed. Tyran tried his best to persevere, and when he was forced into the war-torn North Valley, he made his final resistance."

"Is there any other person in the Knights alive? Is there any meaning? It was with this idea that Tyran abandoned the Knights' battle flag and denied everything he knew. His honor was abandoned on the blood-soaked land of the North Valley. I need you to go to the North Valley and retrieve the battle flag representing the lost glory!"

Xie Feng nodded and said he should. He had known what the three items Lao Fuding was looking for, the forgotten memory - the toy warhammer, the lost glory - the silver battle flag and the last mural, love and family. But what made Xie Feng feel a little confused was why Lao Fuding said that only Xie Feng could do it? "Why is it said that only I can help?"

Old Fording shrugged casually: "You also know that tens of thousands of natural disasters are entrenched there in the North Valley, and ordinary people cannot enter. The most important thing is that I don't know the specific location of the battle flag..."

"I'm soaking in a pool..." Xie Feng curled his lips easily, but he just imagined it in his heart and didn't say it. Fortunately, Xie Feng knew the specific situation. If he really wanted to change to other adventurers or generals, without the magical skills such as the Bigfoot Elf Magic Box, he would probably have to turn Beigu upside down to find it...

"The luck is pretty good!" Xie Feng looked at Lao Fuding happily: "In order to avoid being attacked from both sides when fighting back against natural disasters, I planned to conquer Beigu a few days ago, and this time it was just the way~"

Old Fording obviously knew about this, nodded and looked at Xie Feng with a strange look: "Sometimes, I really doubt whether you have the same ability as Demitia..."

"Tsk! The ability to save her is not as good as mine!" Xie Feng curled his lips carelessly, with an arrogant tone.

"Please I didn't say it~" Old Fording shook his head silently, and no longer had any fantasies about Xie Feng.

Of course, Xie Feng did the plan deliberately. Although it was mainly to find the battle flag, it was not without the precautions of attacking the two sides of natural disasters, which was not a complete excuse. This time I came to see Lao Fuding to get his promise and receive the task of recovering the battle flag so that my plan could continue.

After the matter was done, Xie Feng was unwilling to continue wasting time here. He stayed there not long before he got up and said goodbye, took Xilundis away and went to Marys Farm.

Speaking of every time he went to Fording's hut, Xie Feng would stay on the farm for a while. This time there was no exception. The Forsaken Guards of the farm were familiar with him. Seeing that he was riding a horse this time, the young dragon was not there, and he was too lazy to come over for routine and let him go directly. He casually found a warrior to lead him to see the Withered.

When Xie Feng and the others entered, there were only the Withered Man and Adolf who had a dead face in the room. Moreover, the "big" warlock who caused the disaster to make Silundis fall to this level now was immediately inconvenient when he saw the victim. He felt guilty and found a bad excuse to stand up and say goodbye. As for the other leader, Ask... Needless to ask, Xie Feng used his toes to guess where he was now.

"What are the plans?" During the Battle of Ghosts, Xie Feng had already gained a lot of fame among the Forgotten. The subsequent plague incident made him famous among the senior officials of Undercity. Now, the Withered and Xie Feng joined forces to confront the Blood Crusaders and looked at him with admiration. When Asker came back two days ago, he told Naxxamas' trip to the Withered and confirmed his insidious image in the minds of the Withered. Now, as soon as he saw him, he immediately thought of some conspiracy and tricks to implement...

"No plan~" Xie Feng raised his eyebrows and said casually: "Just remind you that during this period, let your soldiers be more at peace, it is best to argue with the natural disasters in Mushroom Valley, and don't make any big moves. In a few days, the large-scale counterattack of the Scourge Legion will be launched! I don't want you to have any trouble attracting their main force and disrupting my plan..."

"Uh... the natural disaster counterattack? Not attracted? Are you calculating..." The wither only felt that he had no movement and his sweat glands were slightly hot. He was originally wondering why Xie Feng was so concerned about Naxxarmas' trip. It turned out that his real goal was here... After touching his forehead, he still said a little embarrassedly: "I'm not here to travel here to watch the show~"

Xie Feng scratched his head and said, "Isn't my last proposal not taking action yet? Then I'll give you a blood-colored crusade leader's head to the tank, and in addition, it's solving the disaster of the blood-colored monastery!"

"Anyway, our main goal is natural disasters. As long as they are seriously damaged, is it important for who to take action?"

The Withered One was silent, silent for a moment, and said in a low tone: "At most half a month! The Forgotten Sentinel Elite Squad!"

"Trade! Half a month later, you will get Ethan Leon's head! In addition, the monastery will no longer persecute any Forgotten!" Xie Feng responded confidently.

After talking about the main business, the two said goodbye. Although Xie Feng and the Withered Ones cooperated well, they were just in business and could not talk about personal relationships at all. After talking about the main business, they were about to be discontinued. It would be better to say goodbye...

Summoned the Quel's Ratharas war horse again and headed towards the northeastern Chapel. The Quel's Ratharas military horse was not as fast and convenient as Narel, but it was much better than riding a war horse when he went to Stonard. It was just that the person sitting in Xie Feng's arms changed...

Not long after Xie Feng left, another small group of Forsakens rode their skeleton horses out of Maris Farm and headed straight for the Western Plagueland...

The Blood Crusaders guarding the intersection of Kaolin are now the Blood Crusaders, so Xie Feng doesn't need to go around in a circle. Although they don't expect them to treat them in a friendly manner, they are still on the united front and there is no friction. At least it's okay to borrow a road. When they arrived at the intersection, they found that the old acquaintances guarding here were still old acquaintances, Marlan, with her, Xie Feng and the others were naturally unobstructed.

The next journey was all under the influence of Tyr's Hand and the Holy Spirit Church. Although some plague creatures and zombies were still inevitable, they could not threaten Xie Feng. It was not until about half of the journey that they were blocked by a sudden and fierce battle...

"Is this... Blood Crusader and Forgotten?" Shilundis turned around in confusion and asked Xie Feng: "How could they fight here?"

Kaolin was occupied by blood. The only choice for the Forgotten Ones to come is to circumvent the foot of the northern mountain at the mark of the plague. It is very troublesome. It is obvious that the Forgotten Ones to fight here deliberately.

When Xie Feng saw the situation clearly, his face turned pale. Nothing else, the blood-colored sage Demetiya was besieged in the middle!

The Dead Fish Eye of the Withered One didn't take his words to heart at all, and he still carried out the assassination operation according to the original plan!

At this time, Xie Feng wanted to come out and destroy the assassination himself. However, Xilundis in his arms had no ability to protect himself at all, and Xie Feng did not dare to take risks...

"You want to be the bloody crusaders?" Seeing that Xie Feng's face was wrong, Xilundis asked softly.

"It's okay~ Demitia is a ninth-level shadow priest after all, and I don't need to take action at all~" Xie Feng replied, turning his horse's head and leaving. Demitia is indeed very strong, but those forgotten are obviously not weak. Among them, there are several eighth-level stalkers. Demitia won less. If she fails, she, a priest, will definitely not escape.
Chapter completed!