The sound of air-conditioning sounded one after another: "Is it also made by the Tuminis?" "...a demon specially used to destroy Illyria?"
"That's...it can be said the same. (_)" The paladin hesitated for a moment, and the noise immediately became rampant.
"Devil... Oh my God, isn't even the capital safe?" "Those murderous things..." "I have to go home quickly and tell my wife to take the children..."
"quiet!"
Standing behind the paladin, an extremely tall figure suddenly spoke.
"Evil, not worth fearing."
The voice was calm, majestic, not high-pitched, but it was like a muffled thunder blew in everyone's ears, causing them to tremble involuntarily, and a needle could be heard in the entire tavern!
"Well, yes, evil is not worth fearing, so please see this person's face clearly."
This voice even made the paladin stagnate. He calmed down and remembered the crystal in his hand. He motivated twice, making the figure bigger and clearer.
It was a young face, with some youthfulness that only teenagers could have. A little bit of scar makes this face look ordinary, just like a civilian child who could pass by at any time, but the slightly narrowed pair
There seems to be something unsettling in the eyes, and the lips that are indifferent to form a thread, creating an ordinary but unforgettable face.
"This guy...is still a kid... a demon?"
A drinker muttered to himself, but immediately his mouth was covered by the person next to him.
"The appearance of the demons is just a trick that has been changed. They may also use various means to confuse everyone. So, please don't be careless," said the Paladin: "So, we don't recommend you.
Deal alone... Demon, you just need to write down his appearance, pay more attention, and report it immediately if there is a situation."
"You want to go there?"
The tall figure suddenly stretched out his hand at this moment. So a poor guy was picked up from a dark corner more than ten feet away in a string of screams - the topic spreader who had been so proud before was digging his feet.
It was like a fish with a hook, knocking down four or five tables along the way, and the dining plate was shattered all over the floor, but the invisible force captured his neck. When he was carried in mid-air, he was basically
Resistance is not allowed.
"I don't know, I don't know... Let me go, can the God of Dawn allow you to persecute innocent civilians?"
"You'd better give up on the idea of using lies." The tall man in white robe spoke, and the eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood flashed golden light, causing the unlucky guy's kick to stop: "Otherwise, I
You will be subjected to the final redemption."
The young thief stopped struggling and looked frightened.
Redemption is a word that every believer will use, but ultimately redemption...
Those are the guys in the church who are specifically responsible for rectifying cultists, known as the killing pastor, and they like the curse words they say the most!
In fact, lying in front of a priest or paladin is meaningless.
"I, I, I said...but I am not his accomplice, Master Paladin, I am just a good citizen. No, I am just a poor person who is begging for food next to the Master of the City Guard. Please see if I don't have any more time.
For those who have done something that is unreasonable, spare me. I will tell you everything I know, and I can ask my companions to help you find that, that demon..."
"What do you know?"
"Woooo..." The pain of the broken wrist twisted the young man's face and screamed: "I actually just saw him... Before an hourglass, I was looking for Karen in the grocery store on the south side of the street.
Live... Please forgive me, I'm stealing, I saw that guy, well, to be precise, a guy similar to that guy, buying something there, but it was just because his black robe was really eye-catching.
I wanted to see what his face looked like, so I went around, but it turned out to be a little brat. I felt bored and left."
"Okay, you'll lead the way, let's go find him."
The tall man in white robe turned around and walked out with the guy in this way. The remaining two paladins looked at each other. Although they showed helpless expressions, they could only leave.
The storm-like chaos passed by in a hurry.
But just as everyone was relieved and began to gradually recover from the noise, the door that had just been closed was knocked open again. The harsh twisting sound made people's ears itchy and they couldn't help but curse.
But everyone still held back.
Because what rushed in was even more intense, or... a fierce and evil storm.
Two fully armed knights walked into the lobby arrogantly, and their cold glances made everyone feel cold. The petals on their chests and the signs of spears were enough to make the civilians tremble, not to mention that the servants around them were all wearing heavy armor.
Holding an iron halberd tower shield in his hand, as if facing a great enemy, the drinkers wanted to shrug themselves under the table.
"......What's the point of doing, your lord?" The boss cursed in his heart that these guys who would cause the source of tourists to escape, but he still gave a smile and tentatively tentatively.
However, the latter ignored his mood and just nodded slightly. So a guard ran up and pulled down the wanted order that had just been posted with a sting.
"Several, this...but this is posted by the Lord of the Paladins..." The boss was shocked.
If he could, he didn't want to speak. The attitudes of these city guard knights towards the civilians were notoriously bad, and because they directly governed the merchants.
"All wanted orders in the empire must be stamped with the seal of the city guards. This one is not available at all, so naturally it cannot be posted casually...it cannot prove its reliability, so we must review... Do you have any opinions?
"The leading knight spoke slowly, his smile seemed gentle, but the tavern owner rolled in this line for many years, but how could he not see the cold light flashing in his pupils? He quickly lowered his head and wiped the cup in his hand, as if it was a
A treasure that has been passed down for eight hundred years.
"When did the law of the empire become the charlatans? It's ridiculous." The knight's eyes swept over a group of silent people and sneered: "Remember, it's better to be a good empire,
If anyone wants to try to disobey His Majesty’s orders, haha, I would be happy to give the scenery that the demons like to enjoy and enjoy it?"
Obviously, no one is interested.
It was not until the knights turned and left that their interest was stirred up again.
"What are you doing? The people wanted by the Temple of Morning Light are generally extremely guilty people, why don't the king's approval?"
"That's the only one who knows! In short, no matter what we do!"
The tavern owner glared at the bored guy in anger and shouted. However, he was calculating the repair costs of the doors, tables, chairs and tableware. So his face became more and more ferocious: "What are you going to search for? Do you care about it?"
? Or do you think your ability is worth ten thousand gold coins and get the title of the Demon-Eliminating Brave? Didn’t that guy say before, don’t fuck the spider’s silk satin heart when wearing a linen! Drink your bar
!”
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The search obviously won't be smooth because of an involuntary guide. In fact, no matter who is following a large number of guys who are obviously not ordinary people, it is impossible to do real work...
Are there only those hymns left in their heads?
The wanderer who led the way secretly complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to slow down a little. After several obvious questions, the target they were trying to track began to become difficult to find, and eventually, he entered the Lower City area.
Fortunately, my own
Lower Town.
In fact, it is more appropriate to call this place a slum or garbage dump... The walls and the ground are as black as the ground, and the dirty grey stains are on it to cover the original background. And no one wants to think about what else is mixed inside.
.It is hard to imagine such a deserted alley full of shops, but it is completely different from the shops in other places. The walls and doors, the gaps and holes are everywhere. It is gloomy like the teeth in the mouth of a wild dog.
.It seems that there are ulterior motives that leak out from the wall from time to time, and they swept coldly on the pedestrians, mixed with the smell of garbage and overflowing sewage, making people feel as if they are always shrouded in a layer of sticky
middle.
The drizzle was still drizzling, and the ground was soft like a swamp. Every time you step on it, something would squeak and bubble. Sometimes it seemed that something was stepping on the soles of your feet. They twisted and dodged, leaving
A terrifying feeling in the hearts of pedestrians. Squeezing the gas that fermented at some point, causing the whole alley to be filled with the smell of corpses. The burqa of several white-robed men had turned gray, and the hem of the robe was
It was full of mud, and the original color was almost impossible to see. Occasionally, the ground would be covered with a little green disgusting mud under the black surface. As long as you step on it, the rotten soup flowed out from the gaps of the poor leather boots.
With a pungent smell...
The continuous rain, the smell of fishy smell and constant walking annoyed the people of several temples. Their patience was gradually wiped out, and the entire team was filled with anger that was in urgent need of an outbreak. But now no one was
Make a jam for them.
"Hey! How long will it take to go?" A pastor finally couldn't help but speak.
"Well... it probably isn't far away. After passing this street, we arrived at the place where they said that man was staying." The wanderer responded. Although in fact, he had already said a lot of this sentence.
Time: "We will be able to..."
The young man paused and then let out a small scream.
A human figure appeared in the middle of his vision at some point! His robe, which was pitch black like a crow's wing, seemed to have merged into the alley. There was a deep darkness under the shadow of the hood, but there was a wisp of light flashing.
Cold light.
With this shadow, a strange voice also sounded in everyone's minds.
"In this way... the hunting ground is in the hands of the hunter... All living beings and things are equal, and my ammunition is merciless to anything."
"Monster, accept the judgment of light!"
A young man standing in front of the paladin reacted very quickly, and with a loud shout, he had turned into a stream of light-for a spellcaster, nothing more effective to hurt them before he completed the spell.
The way, and this young man obviously believes in his own experience and judgment.
boom!
The light flashes.
However, several people from the Temple of Dawn were shocked!
The great sword with gloriousness moved forward and penetrated into the black robe without any stagnation. However, the other party raised his head as if he had no idea, revealing white faces.
That's right, pale... originally hidden in the shadows, the eyebrow image disappeared, leaving only a smooth and flat shadow like a mask.
What's going on?
The paladins didn't wait until they thought it through. The intense fire had wrapped them up.
Cameron!
Ahhhhh…
With a terrifying roar, everyone felt the scorching waves coming towards their faces. When the terrifying roar spread out, they were replaced by extremely miserable shouts, screams, and screams.
The heart-wrenching cry is heard. The strange tones that human voices can make are mixed together. No matter who hears this sound, this sound will not be considered to be from humans, let alone the paladins who have always been known as warriors.
The air smelled of burnt meat, and the rotten meat was still burning... and it erupted outwards in this narrow alley.
Then dark shadows of all sizes fell from the sky...
The priests' shouts became louder, because the things of all sizes were all fine flesh and bones!
The largest piece of the body can barely see part of a human image. But the young man's originally determined face has become charred, his eyes are burned by flames, and two mucus has washed away the scorch marks on his face and the dry eye holes.
As the head tilted to the side and stared at a distance, his lips were lifted off and his teeth seemed even more leaky, like a monster. A large piece of the breastplate on his body was sunken, and half of his body was from below his waist.
It has disappeared, and the black flesh has been ablated and calcined. But there is no way to stop the blood from flowing out from under it. There are countless pieces of meat and pieces of internal organs gushing out.
As the flow was flowing, with a gurgling sound, half of the gastrointestinal tract and the esophagus rushed out suddenly!
What's scary is that in a disgusting state, he seemed to have a little breath... The alveolar twisted and squeezed out a slight cry from his throat, and it was as weak as a cough, but when the healing spell of several people was released
By the time, he had already swallowed his last breath, and the warm white light could no longer detain his life in his broken body.
"Damn...bastard!"
These paladins and priests are also elites who have experienced the battlefield, but they have never seen such a tragic situation, nor have they experienced such an attack. In their eyes, the battle should be back and forth, with a long sword
Clashing with shields, armor and finally suppressing each other's affairs with reaction and physical strength. Even those despicable sneak attacks on the battlefield should at best be arrows and daggers flying from unexpected places, or ice
Arrows.
And this despicable and fierce trap... is like mocking their values and outlook on life,
The tall man in white robe frowned,
Through the fire that had not yet dissipated, he could see the black burqa at a glance - it was already burning, but it was wrapped with a thin wooden stick, and it was tied to the body.
A single eye flashed a few times and disappeared, but was that young human there? It was clearly just a magic servant, wearing a black robe!
Been plotted...
The tall man in white robe looked as deep as water. He naturally saw that the servant was wearing a mask with a temporary illusion. However, the magical aura seemed weak and harmless, plus the target itself
Just a mage, it's impossible to tell.
What's even more sinister is that this existence, who can't see any advanced magical aura, can instantly burst out with a fireball technique that is not inferior to that of an intermediate mage... no, it's even a blast that is stronger than a fireball technique!
What is really scary is the metal mixed in it.
It was an extremely small irregular metal, but it was hard to bear the sharpness of the explosive force. Even the magic armor could not completely protect the fine metal particles within a close distance!
but……
"Run! Get out of here!"
He looked up suddenly and let out a loud roar!
But it's too late.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of terrible explosions deduce countless terrible metals!
Swarms, heavy rain, arrows... No, they are more than ten times faster than the fastest arrows under the explosion! With a sound of explosion, those terrible explosions will make a paladin fly into the air
!And when he landed on the ground, the armor on his body was twisted and unshakable. Where there were no armor protection on his body, countless blood holes and metal-intact wounds appeared!
The seemingly melted lead, after cooling on the wound, penetrated into the skin. The terrifying pain made everyone roar in pain!
Just four sounds exploded, and six of the teams of eight people had already lost their combat power.
Although they could barely stand, for those people, the blood gushing over their bodies had almost lost all their combat power. At least three arms were blown away, and although the priests immediately opened up their magical skills.
The shield began to sing the prayer of healing again, but the magic of healing could only close the wound. Before learning miracles, the priest had no choice but to break the limbs and incompleteness. Such damage may not be
It was terrible, but I could only return to the temple and rescued by several priests of the priesthood level.
The tall white robe reached out and pulled off the already messy burqa, revealing its strong body. He stared at the other direction without saying a word - a black shadow appeared in the pungent smell of sulfur slowly spread out.
There, a soft black robe with golden embroidered lines, hanging down luxuriously, and divided the pale light and shadow with his every move.
"Okay, I'm going to start hunting. This time my prey looks like a rare birdman..."
To be continued...
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