The two daggers were like drills, and in the knight's "surprised" eyes, a spark drilled out, penetrating the solid armor, and then the fragile chest.

Feeling the touch different from the steel armor, Hiram showed a smile, he could feel the muscles that were tighter than ordinary flesh, like a ball of tight cowhide, but unfortunately, under the attack of his [poison diamond], let alone cowhide, even if it was pig iron, he could drill a big hole.

But just as he was about to push through the pounding heart with more force, he felt a burning force.

Rumble!

A fireball suddenly appears, blowing Hiram into the air.

Then, before he could hit the ground, an iron palm slashed at the vital point of his neck, and then he fainted instantly.

"The target inflicts [Armor Piercing] on you, reducing defense by 5."

"The target deals 6 puncture damage to you."

"Melee damage triggers [Evaporation]."

"[Fireball] deals 25 fire damage to the target."

"You deal 5 unarmed damage to the target."

"Target dizzy."

Morey showed a complicated look on his face, and then said lightly: "I can feel the sin on you, come with me to the garrison in Lingke Harbor!" ”

After speaking, he casually ordered two people, and with the unconscious Hiram on his feet, he was about to walk in the direction of the garrison.

"Why did this paladin of Tyr carry a [Fireball Technique] trigger scroll with him?"

As the bishop of the Goddess of Strategy Temple in Lingke Harbor, Bart was a little puzzled at this moment.

Although Tyr does not advocate paranoid theories such as "sword and shield", they usually rely more on their own strength or magic skills, and a paladin who uses a spell scroll is relatively rare.

However, Bart didn't step forward to question because of this, he could see the struggle and unwillingness in the paladin's eyes, and he thought that in the end, he relied on a trigger-type fireball scroll to turn the table, which should be extremely uncomfortable for a devout believer like him!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have bitten the desert merchant so hard and wanted to take him to the garrison to confront him, maybe because he wanted to pass the provisions of the law to convict that guy of several crimes and save face!

For the sake of a desert merchant who may have hidden a secret, to offend a paladin of Tyre, Bart would certainly not do such a stupid thing. So in his notebook, after writing the epilogue "Everything is normal", Bart disappeared into the crowd.

"Your superb acting skills have successfully deceived a high-level priest."

"+1 for acting."

Since ancient times, thieves have not seen soldiers, although both know the existence of each other, but these guys who seek food in the shadows, no one will find it uncomfortable to go to the garrison to see the excitement, so when they saw Morey taking the unconscious Hiram to the garrison station, the people who watched the excitement dispersed.

Back streets and alleys.

Looking at the two guys who were knocked unconscious by himself, Morey silently took out a few gold coins and stuffed them into their arms.

I believe that after waking up and finding that there is a lot of money in their arms, they will definitely hide everything they have encountered, and then make a good confession to each other, after all, people of their strength, the less they know in this world, the longer they live.

Morey pulled out a hexagonal flat obsidian slab, a simple one-time teleportation array with self-destruct power, and its final destination was Red Leaf City. This is naturally also the product of that space master, buy one get one free, with back and forth, it can be said that this legendary mage is quite service-minded.

As soon as Morey had set up the array, a pale blue spell glow suddenly lit up the gloomy alley.

Morey hurriedly dragged the unconscious Hiram into the circle, quietly waiting for the circle to activate.

Buzzing!

The spell array roared softly, and the spell energy flowed in the rune channel, lighting up one spell node after another, and at this speed, in another ten seconds, these three hundred and eighty-one spell nodes could all be lit up to complete the teleportation.

"Don't come to anyone!"

Morey was suddenly worried in his heart, if he made any moves in the spell array, he would directly abolish this fragile spell array, but in an instant, he laughed at himself again: "It's daytime now, who can come to this remote corner?" ”

"Catch him! Don't let him run! ”

A voice that tried to keep the volume down came from the mouth of the alley.

Morey wanted to slap himself in the mouth, why was he afraid of something? Hasn't his mouth been opened by Ms. Doom?

The figure of a middle-aged man stumbled into Morey's field of vision, the other party was now very embarrassed, covered in blood, his face was as pale as white paper, and it seemed that he had lost too much blood.

Morey even suspected that if he didn't get to himself, he would be chased by those who had daggers and machetes in their hands.

The spell circle in the alley was obviously unexpected by the middle-aged man, but when he swept over Morey, he actually showed a look of ecstasy.

"Justice does not die! My lord has not forsaken me! ”

As he ran, he pulled out a brown package from his bosom and threw it into the circle with all his strength.

Looking at Morey, who instinctively reached out to catch the package, the man used his last strength and said, "Give it to ...... Ah......h

In the end, the hero of the dying bag failed to say who he handed it over, and was directly hacked to death by someone with a knife.

The legendary Templar was once plotted and demoralized, and was finally hacked to death in the filthy and dark alleys of this harbor city by a group of ruffians.

"Boss, what should I do?" Looking at Morey, who took the package and disappeared suddenly, the little brother scratched his head a little, but the customer said that he must have the package.

"Have you memorized the color of the baggage?" The boss said very calmly.

"Ah, remember, remember!" The younger brother felt that the thinking of the boss today was a little jumpy.

"That's easy, isn't it just a package? Let's just make one for him! Listening to the customer, he had never seen anything inside, and we bit the package to death was the dead ghost's. ”

"Got it, Boss!"

The wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and two heavy objects slammed on the table.

"What you wanted, we brought it, and what about the payment?" The boss said in a rough voice.

The patron ignored him, glanced at the brown package, showed a sense of relief, and then opened the package full of blood, which contained the head of a middle-aged man with all his hair and hair.

"Ah, Artet, why do you say you are? If you accept my advice, how can you end up in this different place? ”

If it weren't for the fact that [Backtracking Spell] could retrace everything that happened to the target within 1 hour of death, he really wanted to see for himself how this self-proclaimed impartial creature had died at the hands of the ruffian he disdained.

"Hey, I said my newspaper... Uh..."

Looking at the transparent hole in his chest, the boss fell to the ground with doubts.

Of course, he would not be alone on the Styx Road, for his men had been waiting for him there for a long time.

After a magical flame burned the skull into a pile of black ashes, he opened the package with great interest.

Then the smile on his face froze in an instant.

"Damn it! What about my [Soul Cultivation Manual]! Where did you hide my stuff, you scum? ”

It's a pity that the boss's cold corpse is no longer destined to tell him the truth.

For the first time, he hated his decisiveness.

"Even if it's just one left!"