It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 871: How many people should be released to fight Gretel? (Tino94.94 million reward plus update 3)
Chapter 871: How many people should be released to fight Gretel? (Tino94.94 million reward plus update 3)
As soon as the old man in black robe made a sound, the eyes of several people around him could not help but change slightly. The hooded man shrank away subconsciously, realized something was wrong, and quickly moved back to his original position;
The strong man tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword;
The long-armed man touched the pouch at his waist and moved his fingers slightly, as if he wanted to draw something out...
Only the old man with the rosary beads wrapped around his wrist did not make a sound. Not only did he not make a sound, he did not even move his eyes. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, as if he was just reciting scriptures praising the Lord wholeheartedly. What did the man in black robe say?
How did the people around me react?
Sorry, didn't hear that at all.
The reaction of his teammates was familiar to the old man in black robe, and he didn't feel dissatisfied. He rolled his eyes sinisterly - more black eyeballs, less white ones - and said coldly:
"Don't you all read the target's information? Healers, soft-hearted, concerned about the lives and health of civilians - where can such a person take action to best tie his hands and feet? Of course it is among a group of villagers!"
In an instant, the three teammates, including the spy, looked at the old man in black robe and looked at something wrong. The old man in black robe continued to plan coldly:
"Of course, it's best to throw a few patients among the poor. It's difficult and dangerous, and it will consume his healing power. It's best to catch him while he is concentrating on treating people. It's best when his power is greatly consumed.
Opportunity, take action suddenly."
"Then what?"
The strong warrior took a step forward a little unevenly. He lowered his voice for fear of alarming the surroundings, but there was still a little anger boiling in his tone:
"If we miss, use civilians as cover and bet that he won't strike back hard?"
"So what?" The old man in black robe rolled his eyes angrily:
"We are here to perform a mission, shouldn't we try our best to complete the mission and then go back alive? If you want to have mercy on those untouchables, don't drag us down!"
"you--"
"Brother Wilson, pay attention to your attitude." The old man with rosary beads in his hand spoke for the first time. But he was not facing the old man in black robe, but the strong man:
"The target we want to judge is a sinful heretic who has repeatedly blasphemed the glory of the Lord. In order to achieve the goal, we do not rule out using some means. What's more, the following heretics are all people who reject the glory of the Lord -
"
The strong man shut up, lowered his head, and made a prayer gesture on his chest. The old man whispered:
"For the glory of the Lord of Radiance."
"For the glory of the Lord of Radiance!"
Everyone responded in unison.
Under the guidance of the spies, the five people filed down the mountain along the thorny path. Not long after leaving the top of the mountain, a small bird with colorful feathers flew up from the bushes, chirped, and fluttered its wings away.
After a while, a middle-aged magician with a ruddy complexion quietly appeared on the top of the empty mountain.
The colorful feathered bird landed on his shoulder, chirping and chirping. The magician tilted his head and listened, but he didn't see him singing, changing his gestures, or setting up a magic circle. There was a ripple in front of him like water, and the six previous ones appeared.
personal figure.
The voices are traced back at the same time, who said what first, who said last, what disputes occurred, how to settle the matter...
Every word, every word, no omission.
"Oh My God……"
The middle-aged magician watched with a smile. While watching, he nodded, shook his head, and sighed:
"There's nothing wrong with that...Mage Nodmark has this temper. Hey, should we let these people go?"
He tilted his head and pressed the bird on his shoulder. The bird's body immediately froze, and its feathers flickered on and off, revealing a metallic color. The middle-aged magician said to the bird:
"With us watching, we can ensure safety, which is better than if he stumbles when he goes out to practice on his own..."
"It's better not to." The front of her eyes suddenly dimmed and brightened, and a woman in a long skirt with a serious face suddenly appeared. She listened attentively to a few words of retrospection and shook her head:
"Little Gretel has a very soft heart. If a group of civilians are killed or injured because of him, he will die of discomfort... It's better to do something halfway and let them encounter them outside the village."
"You are his senior sister, you have the final say." The middle-aged magician spread his hands in a good temper:
"Then let's go down together and set up some obstacles for them? Or, find a reason to bring out the Nordmark mage and let them encounter them outside?"
"No, I'll just go." The woman in the long skirt was the 16th-level lightning mage Philbi, a disciple of the Lord of Thunder, and waved her hand nonchalantly:
"It's very hard for you to patrol this area. I won't cause any trouble to you. These few people are no more than level 13. I can hold them down by myself."
"Then I'll leave first!"
The middle-aged magician waved his hand, and disappeared in a flash. Senior Sister Philby stared at the bottom of the mountain for a moment, and the corners of her lips curled up:
"Should we let a few of them go? - Little Gretel is weak in fighting. Although the little silver dragon next to him is strong, he is inexperienced. There are too many people let go at once, and I'm afraid they won't be able to take care of them... Hmm...
…”
Her figure flickered, and in a moment, she disappeared on the top of the mountain. On the mountain road, the spy led the group of five people walking rustlingly, whispering as they walked:
"The closest way is from here, but the road is a bit dangerous... There is a curve ahead, which is very narrow, and there is a cliff on one side. Please be careful..."
"Don't talk too much, let's go!" The hooded man shouted impatiently. As a stalker, this mountain road is nothing to him: he can walk freely on it at the first level, and he can run quickly at the third level.
.
If it weren't for the fact that spies are hard to find in the Kingdom of Kent, we wouldn't be able to let this guy chatter!
The air conditioning behind was getting heavier and heavier. The hooded man shivered and simply stretched out his hand:
"I'll carry you! You point me in the direction!"
"Why!"
The spy subconsciously dodged. Just like that, he stepped on the air and rolled down. The hooded man was startled and jumped down to pull, but he stumbled for some reason. Such a stumble made his hand miss.
A trace of:
"ah--"
The spy screamed and rolled down. The hooded man quickly jumped up and chased down. Unexpectedly, his luck was really bad this time. When he found the person, the spy was lying prone in the forest, except for
He was twitching and no longer even moaned.
The hooded man secretly thought that he was unlucky, and reached out to pick him up. As he was lifting him, he saw that a long hard branch was inserted straight into his eye socket, and it was deeply embedded. It was red and white, at least half a foot long.
"this……"
He helplessly carried the person and jumped a few times before turning back to the top of the mountain road. The old man holding the rosary only glanced at it and shook his head:
"Hopeless."
As he spoke, he walked forward without looking back. The old man in black robe squatted down with interest, spread his fingers, and covered the spy's forehead. The black robe rustled for a while, and countless tiny black insects crawled out.
, pouring into the spy’s facial features.
The hooded man shuddered, his feet scraped against the ground, and he stepped back cautiously. He took two steps back, and was about to turn around the mountain road when he heard a sentence from the front:
"You stay and lead the way for him."
"Yes, Lord Bishop."
The hooded man bowed his head respectfully. The steps ahead were heavy, and the two soldiers walked forward one after another, guarding the bishop. The hooded man sighed secretly, and had no choice but to stick close to where the old man in black robe could see him.
Stand quietly on the mountain wall.
Please hurry up...
You should be faster...
After reciting silently for an unknown number of times, his heart suddenly beat wildly, as if he missed a beat. The hooded man was shocked. He wanted to speak out, shout, or warn, but he felt weak all over and could not make any movement.
Before the last bit of consciousness disappeared, he saw the old man in black robe silently falling to the ground silently.
"Oh, Little Gretel's heart current spell is really useful."
In the silence, a soft laugh rang out. Master Philby entered quietly, looked at the three bodies lying on the ground, and nodded with satisfaction:
"The consumption is much smaller than similar fatal spells. What's even more rare is that it is silent and leaves no trace. Well, if I wanted to defeat these two people instantly in the past, I would have to use at least two level five spells..."
The Gretel spell is only level 2. Even if the current intensity is increased in order to penetrate the protective barrier of high-level professionals, it is only upgraded to level 3.
It's still impossible to kill a lot of people. If you hit the opponent by surprise and cause cardiac arrest, the effect is outstanding. Well, at least for those who are presumed to have only level 9 or 10 of these two professions, and who are not physically strong enough.
It is said that in one blow, he was knocked down perfectly.
She stepped on the void and walked forward step by step. A piece of electric light spread out from under her feet, touching the old man in black robe and the man in the hood respectively. Then she stretched out her hand casually, and the two of them stood up and walked away in the other direction.
.
"Okay, clean up the traces, create a false target, and eliminate their suspicions." She hummed with a smile, controlled the two bodies to turn three turns, and rolled down the mountain for a while before collecting them.
Up:
"Next, we have to see their movements and lure out Little Gretel!"
She quietly disappeared and followed again. Only halfway through, she saw the Holy See's action team following the footsteps and returning. The warriors were in front and the archers were behind, guarding the bishop one after another.
It's full of vigilance.
The battle-experienced 16th-level magician pursed his lips and smiled. He put up a barrier to cover up the spell fluctuations and used a teleportation spell to dodge him from a distance. He came outside the small village where Grete worked, changed his appearance, and took out a piece of letterhead.
:
"An urgent message from the Council, please give it to Master Nordmark! I have to go to the next stop!"
She slapped the guard's hand and spurred the magic horse - in order to make the acting realistic, she didn't even summon the phantom pony, but only summoned a magic horse that could be summoned by a single spell - and galloped away.
After going around two bends, I cast my spell and became invisible again. I found a big stone and sat down comfortably. With the wind blowing, I put out a pot of tea and two snacks and started to enjoy afternoon tea:
"Well, whether it's an encounter or an ambush, this is the only way to go. Little Gretel, you must work harder!"
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