Chapter 16 Fire Wine? Black Fire! VII

"Wow, boss, let me tell you, this time it's really thrilling!"

On the other side of the forest, far from where Miles had been fighting, there was a small camp, and from the dense vegetation you could see four or five small turquoise tents entrenched on the ground, and although the tall figures among them were constantly patrolling back and forth, there was silence and no sound, showing a strict discipline comparable to that of a military army, and only the waving of his hand and the loud shouting broke the silence

"That lich is definitely the pinnacle of bronze, maybe he has already touched the silver path, and he has released ten or eight spells in one breath without even breathing-"

"The undead don't have to breathe anymore, Mr. Wairutaan, they rely on their spirits to move. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

But he opened his mouth and was interrupted by a tall man leaning against a tree, who raised his head and snorted through his nose with his chin at the approaching Wairutaan, whose long hair was tilted to the right as he leaned against the tree, and the slender eyes that peeked out of the gray hair did not look at him, but skimmed aside

"We're not interested in how you used your clumsy tricks to escape from that brainless lich, student, apprentice, and man."

The man deliberately accentuated the pronunciation of a certain word, then lowered his head, tilted his head and continued

"It's enough for you to report on the completion of your mission, our nova."

Ignoring the man's contempt and provocation, Wairutan shrugged his shoulders and looked at the middle-aged man who had risen from the camp and was his boss, the commissioner of the mission, Maqifa, a suspicious man with a false smile and a mustache who claimed to be some steward of a declining aristocracy.

For ordinary mercenaries, if there is doubt about the identity of the principal, then it is debatable whether to accept the commission, and there are also some disgraceful means among mercenaries who use force as the value of their existence.

Of course, Wairutan can't be regarded as an ordinary mercenary, as a recent rising star in the Erik mercenary world, he took the initiative to come to the door, and the well-paid task has the confidence that he can leave safely even if the situation is not good, of course, this is the secret of the two brothers and sisters, and even said, he is alone.

"Ahem, of course it will be easy to complete the task with the strength of Lord Wairutaan, and I think Lord Zrolla is just waiting a little anxious."

Machifa asked with a smile, and Wairutan nodded, spreading his hands, mimicking Zrolla's posture

"There's no way, I'm such a tolerant man, no matter how tired I am outside, I have to face the unconscious ridicule of the idlers sitting in the camp when I come back, and I can still face them with a smile."

"You kid don't know what you are without suffering a little."

The long-haired man straightened up with a gloomy face, and the sunlight cast a shadow on his face, which looked imposing, but Wairutan only raised his right hand and twisted it repeatedly with his index finger and thumb

"So I think we should be more lenient at this price, Mr. Macifa?"

Even in the jungle, the butler, who insisted on wearing a tuxedo, nodded repeatedly

"There is no problem with this, my family will definitely satisfy you in terms of remuneration."

"Hey, didn't you hear what I said, kid!"

Although Wairutan and Machifa had a pleasant conversation, the neglected Zrola couldn't stand it anymore, and he took a step forward, and then

"Excuse me, uncle, don't get in the way, it's in the way."

The younger sister of the boy named Wairutan frowned, clasped her hands around him, grumbled at him, and squeezed past him, like the last nut that crushed the Lilo ox, and immediately broke a string in the brain of the famous and bloody mercenary "Lightblade" Zrolla

"Imp!!! I'm only twenty-nine years old!!! ”

"Oh, okay, okay, twenty-nine is twenty-nine, you're annoying uncle."

"What!! You stop!! ”

Ignoring the drama of his sister and Zrolla, Wairutaan, who had sat down on a stone next to him and began to care for his scimitar, lowered his head and put away his usual flirtatious expression.

How can there be an employer who directly agrees to increase the money without saying a word, and these people are full of weirdness, except for their brother and sister and the three zrolla who are hired, those people don't look like mercenaries no matter how they look, as for what kind of nobles' private soldiers Maqifa said, Wairutan sneered.

Although these people are well hidden, but the faint magic fluctuations engraved on the weapon can't escape his eyes at all, he doesn't know who else can be equipped with enchanted weapons other than the powerful Grand Duke, and it is a complete set, if it is really a declining noble, then any enchanted weapon can be used as a heavy treasure in the family, how can there be a reason for the soldiers who regard it as a servant.

However, there is no way to do it, after all, the two brothers and sisters of Van Seri are already and can't stay any longer......

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A faint white glow mixed with a band of red light appeared in front of the lich's eyes like a road, and it was very clear in Miles' vision.

"Hmph, that's a very obvious trap."

The two soul fires flickered under the black hood, and the two siblings really regarded him as one of those skeletons who had no brains and only followed their instincts.

"What's going on, Miles, have you spotted any of those humans?"

A low voice rang out, accompanied by the sound of branches and leaves being trampled, and a rather tall figure blocked the light from Miles's head, causing him to fall directly into a shadow, a large red armor that was two people tall and colossal, and carried a large sword like a door panel.

More precisely, the armor dyed red by endless blood, legend has it that the armor formed a powerful curse because of the resentment of countless people, which would bind all the souls killed by the great sword and became a natural magic item, and its owner was the Bloodblade, Lauderkenna, the bone knight who had been famous for a hundred years.

"Yes, Lord Laudkena, and I've found another group of humans."

Miles bent down and replied in a respectful voice

"Another group of humans?"

Bloodblade asked, and the mighty Bone Knight was completely hidden in his armor, not a single part of it was exposed, only the gaps in the mask could be seen in the gaps in his eyes where blue flames were dancing.

"Do they have any connection to our goals?"

Miles bowed respectfully again, explaining what had happened and speculation to Laudkenna, and Bloodblade nodded

"That means that the group of people also came for the same purpose as us, for the previous group, and then they deliberately left you a message to track down the previous group, so that you can clear the obstacles for them first, and then they will collect sheep and wolf skins like the herdsmen of Cazorla?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

Laudkena knew that the lich who studied magic possessed extraordinary intelligence, and although he was powerful, he was not good at scheming, so the idea of this lich apprentice was worth referring to him, not to lose his face, but to identify his flaws.

"I hope that the adults will not chase after me, but after the group has entered, and act when they think the whole situation is decided, and be a real herdsman."

Miles' proposal was agreed to by Lauderkenna, and the Lich Apprentice cast a spell for the massive Bone Knight to hide, and once again summoned several skeleton soldiers to cover up Lauderkenna's presence.

"Is this it?"

Walking through the jungle, Miles followed the band of light in his field of vision to the place where Demps and his party had stopped before, and by this time Miles had already confirmed his assertions.

Only here did there appear a large reaction of the breath of the living, the Eye of the Dead released by Miles on his body is a kind of magic of the lich to detect the living, and within a certain period of time, you can clearly see this breath of life released by the creature, and it also shows different strengths according to the different strength of the individual, for example, the previous light band is left by the brother and sister, and the white represents the thief sister in the white position and the ranger brother represented by the red.

Of course, if it is a person who can restrain his breath, then it will also have a certain impact on the effect of the spell, such as the previous pair of brothers and sisters, under normal circumstances, it should be slightly less white than red, which is due to the embodiment of the strength gap between the red copper rank and the white position at the life level, but on the contrary, the red light point is far less than the white, which can only show that the young man is used to reining in his breath anytime and anywhere, even if he deliberately sets a trap, he will subconsciously restrain himself, And he is very skilled.

It's like a well-trained, slick old wanderer.

In comparison, although the breath of life left here is quite surging, it clearly reveals the feeling of a mercenary's wild path, although it is too concentrated to accurately judge, but the lich can be sure that this team definitely has more than three bronze ranks, and the rest are above the white rank.

However, these are all worries, Miles himself is sure that he can solve this mercenary team, what he is worried about is only the understanding of the undead habits and even spells revealed by the brother and sister just now in the battle, and these are difficult to appear in the two young people or the people of the South.

Miles shook his head, no matter what the origin of the brother and sister was, anyway, once Lord Laudkenna made a move, unless he gathered all the bishops and paladins in the nearest city, he would not even be able to fight, and wait until they died to wake them up as undead, and what kind of secret would fall into his hands.

The lich put away his other thoughts, raised the bone staff in his hand, and emitted a few syllables, the light condensing into a ball of light at the tip of the bone staff, and then exploding into a straight line, one end still on top of the bone staff, while the other end connected to the back of the rock that Temples had kicked on.

Detection Agency!

Then the sound of the machine running and the dull sound reappeared, and the lich looked at the deep hole that was revealing in front of him, and the soul fire in his eyes kept beating, and then stepped in.