I have to say that Mr. Zhazha's name has indeed played a significant role. High-speed update
At least the two of them took the express lane this time.
It took a year and a half to fly, and it took only three days for the two to arrive.
There are two months and two days left before the entrance to the second floor.
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On this day, the higher white-clothed priests of the Dark Holy See led many members of the Dark Knights to the Rose Manor.
Pamichel came to greet him in person.
"It is a great honor for you to visit the Rose Garden for the noble high-class white sacrificial sacrifice."
The high-class white-clothed priest wore a pure black mask on his face, revealing his right eye.
The left eye and the rest had been burned by Han Ming.
But what made him curious was that the woman in front of him was obviously Pamirchel.
Both appearance and breath are the same as before.
But isn’t Pamichel a man? Why did this suddenly change?
However, this kind of question will naturally not be asked about higher white-clothed sacrificial priests.
Everyone knows what kind of person Pamichel is. In this sub-demon world, Pamichel is still very famous.
"The day after tomorrow, it is the Rizi who is open to the second floor entrance. I will lead members of the Dark Knights to wait and escort the retaliatory criminals!"
The high-class white-clothed sacrificial priest said.
Pamichel turned his head slightly and saw many knights wearing black se armor and black se horses under his crotch.
There is a huge black se cage, inside which is a dying middle-aged man, and it seems that he is obviously not a demon soldier.
However, due to the special xing in the cage, the breath of the middle-aged man was completely suppressed, and it was impossible to judge whether it was a human or a human in the heavenly realm.
Pamichel nodded slightly and immediately understood Han Ming's general purpose of asking him to close the entrance to the second floor.
It is obviously a difficult task for this high-class white-clothed sacrificial priest, with the target directly aiming at the retaliatory offender in the cage.
only……
"High-class white-clothed priest, your face..."
"snort!"
The high-class white-clothed priest snorted coldly, his hands trembled slightly, and Han Ming's crazy face occasionally appeared in his mind.
Even in my sleep, I often dreamed of Han Ming's crazy red eyes, biting his arm tightly.
I woke up from my dream in a fright.
He hated! He wished he could tear off Han Ming's flesh piece by piece.
Seeing that the higher white-clothed priests were talking not far away, Pamichel smiled and said, "Sorry, the second floor entrance will be delayed for two months.
You'd better ask back."
The high-class white-clothed priest was furious when he heard this: "Who gave you this right!!
Do you know what the person I escorted is?! You can't afford to delay the big things!"
Pamichel gracefully took out her handkerchief and gently wiped her face twice.
This action made the high-class white-clothed priest twitch. This bastard demon! He was disgusted with me and squirted on her face!
"As an official in charge of the second floor entrance, I naturally have this right and my own reason.
Please come back!"
“Bold!!”
The high-class white-clothed priest roared, and the members of the Dark Knights behind them drew out giant swords and spears.
It was almost like he was trying to break through.
"Haha, do you think we can bully you?
The Dark Holy See is indeed powerful, but don’t forget where this place is and whose territory is it.
After all, this sub-demon world is the world of Lord Ling King, not the pope of your dark vassal!"
Pamichel's tone is soft, but not lacking in majesty.
A large number of demon soldiers behind him became demonized, as if anyone who dared to break out bravely would kill him.
The high-class white-clothed priest looked at the hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers and masters on the other side, and then looked at the few thousand dark knights behind him.
He gritted his teeth: "Okay! Hello!! I will record this account!!
Remember! Be responsible for your actions!”
After saying that, he left with the Dark Knights in anger.
Pamichel breathed a long sigh of relief, and a wry smile appeared on her face.
"Mr. Han, do you know how much trouble you have caused me?
I can only help this here.”
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In the extreme south, the wind and snow are everywhere.
The weirdest thing is that the snowflakes here are not white se, but weird black se!
Looking up, the dark snowflakes in the sky were dancing, as if countless burning ashes were falling from the sky.
Unspeakable depression and depression.
The dark clouds above my head were so low that it seemed like you could touch it with your hand.
It gives people the feeling that the sky in this world is very short and the space is very narrow, which is very uncomfortable.
Mr. Zhazha, like Han Ming, wore a wide black cloak, and the distance from Han Ming station cannot exceed 100 meters.
The corpse-eating beast behind him, who had grown to about seven meters tall, followed him all the way.
Mr. Zhazha is naturally a bit famous in the Castlevania, and no one will cause trouble for him.
But this is the extreme south, who knows who Mr. Zhazha is!
Once a person with light power appears, he may be besieged by all the demon soldiers in an instant.
Fortunately, Zhazha is already an awakened master and can suppress his breath well. As long as he is not stronger than him, ordinary demon soldiers will find it difficult to detect it.
In addition, it is safe to get close to Han Ming and rely on Han Ming's rich and pure dark power to block it.
There are no cities here, only buildings scattered everywhere.
There is no real street. As long as you can walk, there will be people walking back and forth.
Passers-by, everyone wearing extremely heavy clothes to keep warm.
Han Ming and the other two walked along the way, leaving long black footprints, which seemed to reach the sky. The footprints were drowned in the whistling wind and returned to peace.
Han Ming noticed that these buildings were very unique, and many of them looked strange.
It seems that the same building has different styles of construction, one window is like this, and the other window is like this.
"This place is often attacked by groups of monsters at high rank. Most of the buildings you see are damaged after several or even dozens of attacks.
Continuous repairs have led to this strange scene."
Mr. Zhazha introduced to Han Ming.
Han Ming nodded slightly.
"The mercenary group I had looked for before was named Han Yong. It is quite famous in the first level of the Asian Demon Realm.
The chief commander is a seventh-level first-level awakening demon soldier master, Sorasol.
I don’t know where the Holy Spirit Water is, and I don’t know the specific location.
Perhaps there has been news from the Han Yong Mercenary Group, and I hope they have not succeeded yet.
Due to the severe cold weather and taverns, we can go around and find out the news first.”
Han Ming nodded slightly.
When I came to a huge building, the building was also very strange, with a very strange construction style, and it was asymmetrical, almost in a crooked state.
This is the fifth tavern they both transferred to.
But there is still no news about the brave mercenary group.
According to Mr. Zhazha's speculation, the brave mercenary group was most likely to have found the approximate location of Shui Jinghua and went to explore it.
But the area of the extreme south is too large to search. Moreover, the two of them don’t have so much time to spend.
This tavern is the largest nearby. If there is no news here, I am afraid that this trip will gain very little.
Entering the inside of the tavern, he left the corpse-eating beast outside. This thing was too hideous and more eye-catching.
The two sat opposite each other and called for wine and meat, but had no intention of eating.
What was placed in the rough tray in front of me was a large piece of blood scab that had been condensed and rotten flesh.
Neither Han Ming nor Mr. Zhazha are demon soldiers, so naturally they can't eat such things.
He picked up the wine pot and took a sip, and spit it on the ground with a slap.
Han Ming shook his head repeatedly, what the hell is this! Those demon soldiers dared to send it to their mouths.
"Call your boss here."
Soon, an elderly demon soldier with half of his face walked over with a smile on his face.
This old demon soldier looks very terrifying, with more than twenty holes of various sizes on his body. He looks like he is pecking at some kind of bird.
Mr. Zhazha piled a small stack of ten magic crystal coins on the table.
"We are friends of Mr. Sorasol. Do you know where the brave mercenary group is now?"
The old demon soldier was stunned when he heard this and shook his head slightly: "I don't know."
Han Ming smiled. The old demon soldier was dodging in the middle of se. He obviously knew it, but he refused to say it.
"Tell me, these ten magic crystal coins are yours." Mr. Zhazha began to induce.
"You two are so troubled for me, it's not to be hiding. The brave mercenary group has indeed come this time. If you can find this, it means that you know a little bit of information.
Their mission this time should be very secretive and few people know about it.
I cannot reveal their whereabouts, even if the two are friends of Mr. Sorasol.
Although I am old, I haven't lived enough yet and don't want to get angry."
Han Ming nodded slightly: "Mr. Zhazha, what do you think of this wine?"
Zhazha was stunned for a moment, looked at Han Ming's eyes and replied: "It's hard to drink!!"
"Haha, I have some good things here, let's try them."
As he said that, he took out a large hardwood jar from the storage bag.
The wine here sounds amazing. It was given to Han Ming as a thank-you gift when Han Ming left the Jing Ling Forest.
Pull out the jar plug, and the wine smells so good.
The demon soldiers in the entire tavern were like vultures smelling the smell of rotten corpses, and they all turned their faces and their eyes shone!
The boss's eyes were about to fall to the ground. He had never smelled such a delicious wine.
Swine flowed along her neck and looked very disgusting.
Han Ming endured it and poured a cup for Mr. Zhazha.
Zhazha picked up the wine glass and was extremely excited. He smelled it greedily, and then took a sip: "Good wine! Good wine!"
Looking at the demon soldiers around him, they all started licking, their lips and their throats were rumbled and their saliva was swallowing.
"What do you think of this wine, boss??" Han Ming asked with a smile.
The boss nodded repeatedly, and never left the wine jar from beginning to end.
"Okay! Very good! Very good!"
Han Ming smiled and said, "Tell me, the question I want to know. This jar of wine is yours.
This thing is a top-notch, and there is only one jar in this world. If you want to sell it, four or five thousand magic crystal coins should be able to be sold."
"What's his! If you have this good thing, you won't pay me off your debt!! This is mine!"
Mr. Zhazha held the wine jar into his arms and said no, he refused to let go.dd