Intellectuals know martial arts, and hooligans can't stop them. The Hermitage possesses a strong power that is not inferior to the general concept of a medium military power, and in the back of magic. In the world of Jing, the number of people has never been a hard yardstick to measure the strength of the strength, just as in the old world, the performance progress of weapons has long overwhelmed the bravery and fighting spirit of soldiers. Knowing that the hermitage is not a soft persimmon that is easy to handle, Luo Zhengdao had to be extra careful when he was ready to start, so as not to steal chickens and rice.

At this time, walking through the dark underground tunnel where he couldn't see his fingers, Luo Zhengdao suddenly made a gesture, and the whole team stopped, waiting for orders.

After listening attentively for a while, and not noticing anything unusual, Luo Zhengdao spoke:

"How far are we from the gathering place of the Ashram?"

The informant pulled out the map of the mine, pointed to the red line on it, and said:

"Turn around the intersection of two laneways, go down a twenty-yard vertical shaft, and you'll be there."

There is calm in every major event, this realm has always been pursued by Luo Zhengdao, and he still can't help but feel nervous to this day, and immediately said:

"The monastic doesn't have a sentry?"

"No, Your Majesty. The members of the monastic were all gathered near the place of worship, as if there was going to be a big operation. ”

Hearing this, Luo Zhengdao frowned and began to ponder silently, there is no need for the hermit to make a fuss, and it is impossible for them to know in advance that someone will come to disturb them, the original intention of this big battle is to deal with real needs. Through this phenomenon, it can be roughly determined that the overall plan of the hermitage is pre-designed, and as for the specific content, it is not something that Luo Zhengdao can guess out of thin air.

"Go back to the surface, and you will not be allowed to come down without my orders."

Hearing Luo Zhengdao's illogical statement, the subordinates present all had a frightened and stupid expression, is this an abnormal move that His Majesty is preparing to fight with the hermit society, and it is an abnormal move to pick a group?

"Your Majesty, how can this be?"

Faintly feeling that today's big scene is not easy to deal with in the past, Luo Zhengdao knew very well that it was unreasonable for him to ask his subordinates to accept this request, he could only use a tough tone to suppress dissenting opinions, and said:

"How are you better than me? Don't worry, wait for my news. ”

No matter how strong a person's individual ability is, he can't support a state power, and Zhuge Liang, who was tired to death by endless official duties, should have a lot of say when it comes to this matter, and the fundamental reason why there is a need for the separation of powers and checks and balances within the regime is that no one can support the operation order of the entire country.

As the saying goes, a lonely tree does not make a forest, Luo Zhengdao, a bird, can fly and jump, and half of the credit depends on his full wings, that is, the strong support and assistance of those subordinates. Suddenly lost a large number of loyal supporters, and then Luo Zhengdao also had to learn how to run away from the bag, compared to the risks he took on the arrows and stones, the loss of his cronies and subordinates brought about by the actual benefits and damage was obviously much greater. One person cannot control the operation of the whole country, and it is necessary to exercise his will through the power of the organization and convey orders to every corner of the country.

Unless Luo Zhengdao plans to be like a certain delusional demon king with a big brain, he will turn his thinking into a state of quantum computing, grasp the big things and small things, and manage all the problems in every detail, and then brainwash all the people into keeping with his three views. If not, it's better not to use this ridiculous idea of making a big fuss, you can't afford to hurt a normal person!

"Praise the Prisoner! Praise the darkness! Praise you ......"

The frenzied shouts reflected from the alleyway ahead could not help but make people feel uncomfortable with insects and ants crawling on their backs, and it was difficult for ordinary people to identify with this kind of cult.

Cultists have certain characteristics that are generally similar, that is, they hold a set of specious theoretical systems, insist on unconditional obedience to the orders of the higher-ups, have doctrines that are higher than the laws and morals of the world, incite believers to attack and slaughter non-believers to prove their beliefs, and glorify all criminal acts and ugly methods as piety and devotion to pure beliefs and objects of worship. From this point of view, most of the religions of the old world, especially the monotheistic religions that came from the Semitic system, can be classified as cults, except that a few successful people have whitewashed their past deeds in later years.

Suddenly hearing this familiar name, Luo Zhengdao whispered thoughtfully:

“…… It's a prisoner again! ”

Regarding this imprisoned god who was highly regarded by the hermitage order, the senior magic card masters did not leave a single record in the big library, and Luo Zhengdao, who had no clues, could not find relevant records in the public documents available for inquiry in various countries of the New World. Considering that the change of civilization in the New World often leads to great regression and collapse, he was finally relieved, and today he couldn't help but be a little vague when he heard the members of the hermit once again mention the name of the imprisoned god in their prayers. Don't be fooled that the land under his feet is a cage for the imprisoned god, although this conjecture is not very likely, he can't fail to consider the potential risks!

"Damn, the monastic must have brought all the members here!"

Seeing the grand sacrificial ceremony in the depths of the mine, Luo Zhengdao felt that his whole person was not good, the hermit was a small magical association, and it usually only allowed those worm mages and lich undead to join, and this power was not trivial. A mage and a group of mages are by no means one plus one equals two, it is a huge gap between a cannon and an artillery strike group, the former is powerful, but there are many flaws, and the latter is a terrifying existence with destructive power.

The so-called saying that a mage can hold up half the sky in the high demon world is not groundless, even if the new world is in a withered state during the low tide of the elemental tide, the mage still deserves to be his own son.

Luo Zhengdao, a magic card master, can barely be classified as a mage sequence, if he is a warrior who eats purely on muscles, and the number of goblins is piled up to kill him, then there will be the current situation?

The open space located in the depths of the underground mine is brightly lit, and hundreds of undead creatures such as worm mages and lichs gather here to participate in the rituals, although there are some illegal products such as death knights and black knights mixed in, if there are no less than a dozen important characters who can be seen by Luo Zhengdao. It is very logical for a legal professional to bring a melee guard, and how difficult it is for a legal professional with a meat shield to block a gun, and adventurers with a little common sense can understand the stakes.

For a while, I couldn't identify the specific origin of these opponents, but this number alone made Luo Zhengdao understand how difficult things are today, and once he loses his hand, I'm afraid that he will be bitten instead of fighting snakes!

"Dingdingding......"

Out of nowhere, a crisp bell suddenly sounded, and the discordant sound suddenly quieted down the already noisy underground space, and the lich's eyes and soul fires that were presiding over the ritual in front of the altar suddenly brightened, and it stretched out its bone-like left hand, and said sharply:

"Intruders found! Find him! Destroy him! ”

The hermit is not paranoid to the point of superstition that magic is omnipotent, and rejects non-magical means, and today it is not those magic traps and other detection methods that expose Luo Zhengdao's whereabouts, but a slender spider silk.

Not long ago, when passing through the corner of the alleyway, the corner of Luo Zhengdao's clothes was inadvertently stuck by the spider silk dancing in the wind, and then he tore off the spider silk during his movement. It's an abandoned mine, and it's common for cobwebs to be covered in cobwebs, and no one would ever study a single spider silk as a rarity. However, this spider silk is one of the secret reconnaissance methods placed by the hermitage, and when the patrol team arranged by the hermit on the periphery of the hermit inspects this area and detects that the spider silk has disappeared, needless to say, they know that the enemy has invaded the area where they are heavily fortified.

The transposition of the host and guest is not a good sign, Luo Zhengdao, who was suddenly discovered, not only lost his concealment, but fell into the wanton search of the hermitage society, and now he didn't want to start fighting.

"Over here!"

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

The rumbling explosions of the mountains and the large and small stones falling from the top of the tunnel confirmed the determination of the hermitage, the fireball technique was the repertoire of the mage's appearance, and even more terrifying were the evil spells full of negative energy, although the movement of the toss was not large, the lethality of living organisms was much more ruthless than that of elemental spells. Luo Zhengdao's magic resistance, which switched to the werewolf form, soared to non-human, and it could produce an immunity effect under most low-level spell strikes, but he was not interested in using his flesh and blood to try to see if he could withstand the concentrated fire of the negative energy rays, that was not self-confidence, but brain-dead!

"Making such a high-profile ...... in someone else's house"

Flying to dodge the violent long-range spell blow of the Hermitage Society, Luo Zhengdao's heart was covered with a layer of gloom, and he had to admit that the unscrupulous appearance of the Hermit Society had induced Luo Zhengdao's usual extra vigilance.

The Elven Federation is a big country, yes, it's common sense that trees are big and have dead branches, there are a large number of overseas colonies, and some locations are infiltrated by other forces, and even complete control can't be said to be impossible. Seeing that these guys of the Hermitage were so brutal and rude, they were obviously not worried that their own deeds would be attacked by the official forces, and they had turned the elven military camp into protection. Umbrella, Luo Zhengdao can't help but suspect that the Governor's Mansion of the Demon Whispering Land, and even the Elven Governor have been bought, if this is the case, then the next thing will be bad.

The idea of blatantly killing a friendly monarch in one's own territory would not normally be considered a matter of course, but the problem is that in an attack by a secret society, the responsibility for failing to protect a visiting human king and causing his tragic death is much less significant.

Accustomed to being pessimistic about the world, Luo Zhengdao would not unreasonably fantasize that the hermit would have nothing to do with the elven governor, and it was more reasonable for them to collude with each other no matter how you look at it. According to this reasoning, instead of his help, the local official power has become a new threat, which is equivalent to preparing a table of wine but two tables of guests, which is a very bad situation!