. The Great Saint, you really can't go down to see the suspicious Lu Ling? Shen Kidney Arsenic Ice Magazine hesitated for a while, and finally spoke.

There is no need anymore,"

Standing in the courtyard with plants and looking down, the priest who was over 50 years old shook his head gently.

Ordinary people might think that Victor and Wood, like all dark mages who want to gain power and take shortcuts, chose to practice the undead art to quickly improve their strength, but the fact is exactly the opposite. When Emma saw Victor, she realized that there was a familiar force on him, which was a special aura that only the attendant of the gods could emit. Although the divine grace was weak, it was the power of the gods after all. No matter how much she disguised her, she could not escape her eyes.

Thirty years of high priesthood make Emma more sensitive than ordinary clergy and more easily aware of the magic tricks used on Victor, "The false image of hypocrisy"

Even though the divine metaphor did not reveal the specific identity of Victor Wood, Emma could accurately judge the true identity of the undead disguised as a mage based on the sudden burst of strong divine breath just now. She originally thought that Victor's identity was so special. No matter how potential and ability she had, she was at most a priest, but she never thought that the other party would be at the same level as her.

This time the faction battle will be different from the past, and the balance of victory may be biased towards evil.

"What did you say?" The priest only saw the priest's mouth slightly open, but he didn't hear her murmur clearly

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"We only need to follow the metaphor of God to replace what God is coming, and "Don't worry about the other things, don't forget the neutral principles. We will neither uphold justice nor fight against evil."

Willley wanted to say something, but when he saw the gesture made by the priestess, he could only bow and retreat helplessly.

"As a priest, not only did he go deep into the army alone, but he also ran to the lurking front line himself. What was he thinking? There was no movement on the side of Vancetis, and he really didn't understand." Staring at the quiet town below, the priest fell into deep thought.

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Sleepless all night. The lights were not easy to stay until dawn. Ruma couldn't wait to run to the hall. The strange black and gray on the carpet was gone, leaving a big burnt hole.

Even wearing a gorgeous outfit, the undead, could not hide his anger, was sitting comfortably on a recliner covered with soft fur, looking at the books on the cover of the sheepskin. A middle-aged man with sweat on his head stood beside him, looking at the clothes that seemed to be an official or something.

"That's all?" After turning the page, Victor closed the books marked "Mivela Geography".

The middle-aged and premature bald clerk nodded repeatedly, staring at his toes. He didn't dare to look around, for fear of seeing something that shouldn't be seen. In a silence that made people feel embarrassed, he could only hear a slight special rubbing sound. He looked up slightly and saw the newly appointed lord's left hand covering the earthly sign. The strange sound was rubbed by the long pointed nails and the yellow sheep cover.

"Earl." Eric, the president of the Shadow Guild branch, pushed the door and interrupted the clerk's fear that he could no longer climb.

"You can go down." With a casual wave, Victor let go of the secretary who was almost dripping on the ground, and gave a not-so-standard ceremony. The secretary almost ran out of the hall in a running posture.

"You're looking for me."

"I want a detailed map of the Taia Forest. As the largest intelligence collection organization, the Shadow Guild should have more detailed records than the Earth Chronicles." Victor asked in a positive tone after the Earth Chronicles that were no different from the Simple Map.

Eric stepped forward a few steps and handed out the things he had prepared early. Victor took them, opened his eyes and focused his eyes on the expressionless bald man.

Very good, it is more knowledgeable than over-poison. The change of God's land is indeed effective, which makes these originally swaying guys think clearly.

Enduring the lich's gaze, Eric complained in his heart that the president Buffy had arranged such a thankless task for himself.

Victor's eyes did not linger on Eric for too long. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Ruma who was standing behind him, and pointed at him. The young man with a gloomy face walked over reluctantly. Before he could speak, the cold touch immediately climbed up to his wrist.

With a "sigh", Victor and Ruma disappeared from Eric's eyes. The strange thief branch president turned around and withdrew from the mayor's residence.

The scene around suddenly blurred, everything became unreal, lacking specific lines and shapes, and the sound also lost its original tone, appearing dull and slow. The only thing that can be confirmed is light, the light of the stars spreads out in all directions with one point as the center. Ruma felt difficulty breathing, and his lungs were like being squeezed by someone. He began to breathe heavily, desperately inhaling the air.

Just when he thought the torture was about to take his life, his frivolous body fell to the ground again, accompanied by fresh air, and the fragrance of soil and grass, dizziness and nausea were visited at the same time, and Ruma couldn't help but vomited regardless of the environment she was in.

"Fortunately you didn't volunteer to become a mage. Just from the fact that you are not used to teleporting spells, you can see that you are not a mage at all."

The vicious words that were going on sounded a few steps behind him. "A horse was weak and shaking and defended himself! "I didn't even sit on the boat, and Mao" was no big deal."

"The future Pastor of Death, as a user of the magic, will be exposed to this convenient spell that makes you uncomfortable in the future. Okay, stand up, I don't have time to wait for you to adapt slowly." After saying that, regardless of Ruma, who was still sitting on the ground, Victor walked straight forward and quickly left him behind.

Resisting the discomfort from his abdomen, Ruma gritted her teeth and stood up. She quickly caught up with the eye-catching black robe. It was hard to imagine that even the amplitude of her feet would be so fast.

The teleportation location is located on the edge of the Taia Forest. The stretching green is like the sea. Except for the infamous beast ringing, Ruma did not see the second human being except himself. However, with his good eyesight, he saw things related to humans one by one. One by one, a row of wooden houses built on the top of the big trees in the sky, connected to each other, forming a small village.

"How can people live in such places?" The forest was very wet in the morning. After a while, Ruma hugged her arms tightly, regretting not following the old woman's instructions and bringing things that could be used in the forest. At least he really needs something that can keep warm now.

"Here I'm here

The voice suddenly sounded in the forest, and Ruma stopped vigilantly. Three people suddenly stood up in the bushes not far away. Their faces were not much better than him. The blue and white intertwined, and it was obvious that they had been staying in the forest all night. Ruma quickly recognized. These three people were the first mercenaries to join.

After the serene sound, a little girl who was one head shorter than herself emerged from the dense grass more than half a person tall.

"Get to know each other. In the next few months, you will be teammates who rely on each other." Under Victor's explanation, the five humans began to introduce each other dryly.

"Dunan." The thin young man nodded and spoke first, with his words extremely indirect, and he didn't say much except his name.

"Hello, my name is Rena." Next is a woman who also looks very thin but is not much taller than herself, and she looks weird and harmonious.

When it was the turn of the tallest man, his voice was as thick as Ruma thought: "Call me Hawk.

Father Lu, alchemist.” The youngest girl looked impatient, and Ruma felt her evil gaze crossing her. She projected onto Victor, who always kept standing behind people.

"Ruma." Ruma only said the name carefully, not understanding what the Lich intended to introduce these four people to him. Didn't he mean to use catching flying mounts as a practice?

"Catching magical creatures is dangerous, especially magical birds with strong physiques. Considering that the difficulty of this task is too high for you, I will add you a new member, a priest this time." His eyes swept over Hawk and others who had not had a direct conversation for a long time, and saw with satisfaction that they showed unnatural expressions under their gaze. Then Victor said the following words: "In some aspects, it can replace the role of a mage."

The four of them stood stiffly. No one said anything. Victor ignored them and climbed directly into a tree house with his eyes rolling.

"How can you say that to them? I can't even have a spell!"

"The magical arts are learned very quickly, relying on understanding and one's own beliefs." From the magic bag I carried, I took out a thin manuscript, with a black background, and a booklet made of animal skins was densely recorded. Luma hesitated to take it, and then opened it and scanned it casually. These words recorded the magical arts in their function and how to use them, and also the tricks.

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"Newbie with rookie. Practice how to escape from the beast's mouth first. Only after I pass will I let you officially participate in the capture of magical creatures." After that, Victor's figure disappeared from the tree house.

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Ruma held a handwritten manual with a slightly bloody and strange smell, and her mouth and eyes kept twitching.

I was so irresponsible. I just ran away. With such a booklet, would he expect me to learn without a teacher?!

Forget it, at least the wish to become a priest has been fulfilled. It takes a few years for me to become a priest of the god of death.

Ruma, who was comforting herself, opened the first page and looked at the spells in the first line, the boy couldn't help but roar that could no longer be questioned.

"Summoning the Undead! What is the basis?"

Defense: Starting from the third volume, this book has caused me to write a lot. Many abandoned ones that should have been well-consistent and focused on describing, but some things that were not necessary to emphasize were repeated by me. Perhaps it was the sequelae of the burnout period of typing, perhaps it was affected by the unhappiness of family affairs in real life, and the intermittent updates made this book completely tragic. Originally, I planned to write at least one million words and even more words, and now I am going to compress the content and strive to complete it in a million words. The outline of the next book has been written for most of the time. I am going to spend half a year to write the first draft. I don’t say that I have any ambitions, at least I don’t want to repeat the tragedy of this book. I am waiting to drink. If I want to know what happens next, please log in to the muscles, more chapters, and support the author. Support the genuine reading
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