Chapter 698: The assassin was caught! Is there anyone at home?
The two guards wrinkled their noses, one raised his head, the other raised his feet, picked up the green chrysalis, and walked in the direction indicated by Gretel. In the green chrysalis, Tupac Demir tried his best to restrain his breath, allowing himself to be perceived by the strong,
Almost like a civilian...
Do you want to take action?
Otherwise, go inside the house and do it. The silver deer is very similar to the Silver Moon Deer in the World of Warcraft Atlas. This kind of monster is extremely powerful, good at running long distances, and has its own healing ability, but it is too tall, so it will definitely not be able to enter the house.
Elf rangers, generally speaking, have excellent archery skills and can fight in close quarters. As long as they are not two levels higher than him, he is confident of escaping. As for the mage, with his magic-breaking blade, it is only a matter of one blow.
Tupac tried to slow down his breathing and steady his heartbeat. Very well, the mage's attention was not on him. He was walking around behind the elf ranger, reaching out to poke her from behind, and the two of them laughed together...
Damn it, why does that little mage who looks ordinary and averagely handsome at best get the favor of an elf beauty?
Grete and Miss Silver Dragon stood side by side, watching the two guards carry the patient and pass in front of him. Opposite him, Apa scratched his hooves in boredom, lowered his head and snorted.
Grete suddenly felt something in his heart and threw a [Detection Magic] towards the opposite side!!!
His whole body shivered. The man who was tied into a grass chrysalis could not be seen clearly in the meditation field of vision!
Apa is an eighth-level monster. The magic aura aroused in him should be able to penetrate by professionals below level three. But the one in front of him looked completely black.
If the grass chrysalis itself has magical power and can arouse a faint spiritual light, the head and neck part that is not bound by the long grass should at least be visible. The skull and neck bones should be visible. But now, none can be seen!
Without thinking, Gretel shrank behind Cerela and poked her vest. At the same time, he threw out the [Messaging Technique] and whispered with magic that only two people could hear:
"Serila, I told you to listen. Smile, don't be surprised, don't do anything. There is something wrong with the tied man! He is a professional, at least level three or above!"
Serila was stunned. She followed the direction in which the man was carried, turned her body, and at the same time threw the communication technique in coordination:
"Shall I kill him? Or subdue him?"
"Wait a minute"
Gretel grabbed her.
Cerela is very strong. One person can defeat a group of people, including several high-level priests and high-level knights from the Glorious Holy See who are above level 10, and can destroy all the opponents. The price he pays is just a dagger stuck in his little toe;
However, from Gretel's perspective, he didn't want Cerela to suffer even this minor injury.
What if the opponent is a high-level warrior above level ten?
What about level 15 and above?
It’s better to be safer if you can!
"You throw a shelter hut or a similar spell over my hut." He replied in a low voice:
"Don't make the entrance, trap the guy. I'm going to find Elder Knox."
A level 16 high-level priest, paired with a silver dragon for close combat, should be able to defeat any enemy, right?
Tupac Demir was lying quietly in the shelter hut on the examination bed built with a force field. He heard the rush of footsteps. Two guards put him down and turned around to leave. The target did not come in immediately, but from a distance.
, I only heard a shout from outside:
"I'm going to the toilet first!"
Then the surroundings became quiet. It was really quiet, the footsteps, the wind, the noise of the homeless people around, the kind of silence where nothing could be heard. Tupac Demir lay on the examination bed, counting his heartbeats,
,two three four five……
Then, there were brisk footsteps approaching. Tupac didn't even need to identify it carefully, but he could tell it was the elf ranger. His feet were jumping up and down, as if they were equipped with springs. As he walked, he was still humming:
"Spring is here ~ la la la la"
"Summer is coming~ la la la la"
"The cows are back~ la la la la~"
"Serila is full~ la la la la~"
...As for elves, shouldn't they be picking fruits, collecting honey, and making wine with dew and berries? What does the herd have to do with being full? Can you swallow an entire herd?!
While he was thinking this, a wave of magic suddenly rose up and swept towards him. Tupac was instantly shocked:
Coming at me?!
Am I exposed?!
Is this magic attack, control, or something else?
Without opening his eyes, he turned over and was about to roll off the treatment bed. He had only rolled half a circle when a strong force suddenly pressed him down. Before Tupac could react, his wrist had been grabbed, and he was swung around and pressed to the ground.
"Cerella!"
There was a low cry from behind. Nervous, anxious, worried. It was the voice of the target... What are you worried about?! Why are you worried about her?
The one who needs to be worried is obviously me!
Before he could finish his thought, countless vines had grown out of thin air on the ground. His wrists, ankles, elbows, and knees were facing each other and tied tightly...
The vines not only tied him up, but also sprouted thin branches, which penetrated into his clothes one by one. The first circle tightened tightly, and the second circle immediately expanded outwards. With a stabbing sound, the vine snatched from the refugees
The clothes were in tatters and torn open on the spot.
"Oh! Gretel, look, he's carrying a dagger!"
"Don't touch! Cerela, don't touch!"
Grete stopped with force. He separated a vine, wrapped the dagger and brought it to his eyes. Then he bent another vine and rubbed the green leaves on the dagger.
In an instant, the leaves turned yellow and withered, and even the petiole and the vines below became yellow and brittle. If Gretel had not cut it off, even the vines wrapped around the dagger would have been destroyed.
Obviously, the dagger is poisonous, and it is highly poisonous. If this is rubbed on Serila's body...
Grete shuddered and did not dare to think about it any more. Elder Knox looked at him with a smile:
"What, do you want me to help you ask, who is this guy?"
The little guy is quite cautious! Well, even if a tiger catches a rabbit, he has to use all his strength, but don't think that the elf ranger next to you is strong enough, so you can't take it lightly and don't find yourself to come over to suppress the battle.
The power you can use must be used to the extreme to ensure 100% certainty!
"No need." Gretel wiped away his sweat. He stood on tiptoe and walked carefully behind Cerela, directing the vines to continue working. They would grow thin thorns, pierce the target's skin, and then secrete an anesthetic.
effect liquid
Surface infiltration anesthesia!
Nerve block anesthesia!
Subarachnoid anesthesia is not to suppress pain, but to suppress all the sensations in his lower limbs!
Numb him until he can't move! Then throw a hypnotic spell on him to make him fall asleep, and then tie him up tightly! Every joint is strangled!
Finally, I took out the alchemy bird given by Your Excellency [Jade Crown] and dictated the message to Archmage Seymour of the Royal Mage Group:
"An assassin has been caught! It is suspected... that he should be a professional of level five or above. Help me ask the council, is there anyone?"
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