The blood-red magic array disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the temple suddenly stopped shaking and screaming. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Under the gaze of the black-robed crowd, a smile appeared on Barlow's face, and he walked up to the group with the two companions behind him and bowed slightly.

"Sorry wait, ladies and gentlemen." Barlow said.

"Where's the stuff?" In the black-robed crowd, a road was divided, and an old man who lifted off his robe and hat and showed his face looked at him coldly.

The old man had dazzling blond hair and a pair of gray-green eyes staring at the man in front of him emotionlessly.

"Of course." Barlow snapped his fingers, and the two subordinates behind him, Barry and Donk, immediately stepped forward.

The two of them each had three large cloth bags tied around their waists.

They took the bag off, untied the rope that sealed the mouth of the bag, and dumped its contents on the ground.

What is that?

Xia Di looked at it and saw three round, bowling ball-sized things with red liquid rolling to the ground.

The face of the thing was frozen with astonishment and despair, as if it had experienced great pain in the moment before death.

That's a dead man's head!

"It's going to take a while to get rid of this group." Barlow spread out his hands and said in a troubled tone, "At first, I thought they had escaped, and I was desperately looking around, but it turned out that I was hiding in a tree hole in the forest to heal my wounded companions, and luring them out didn't work, so it was better to force them out with gas bombs, and then catch them all." That's what brings you something. ”

He glanced at the head on the ground, a look of disdain.

"Although there are still two intruders who have not been found, we can bring them here if you need them, but in terms of this reward......"

Barlow pushed down his glasses, looking sly.

"I'll just ask one thing." The old man said coldly: "There are not enough heads that need to extract soul power for the unsealing ceremony, I should have told you about this, why did you only bring three people?" I remember that there were more than twenty of them, and what about the rest? ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Vreisen, but our mercenary group is not a charitable organization." Barlow shrugged, "Not to mention that these mercenaries are very strong, and it is a bit difficult to keep their heads intact. , let's just say that the number we agreed with you is three, and I will give you three, and there will be no more one. Moreover, the quality of these skulls is absolutely up to your requirements. ”

Barlow stepped on one of the heads with his foot and pointed at the other two heads, "For example, these two are the heads of the two deputy leaders of the nearby famous Mountain Boar Mercenary Regiment, Red and Sammy, both of them are second-order peak swordsmen, and their soul power must be worth dozens of wastes over there, right?" And the one under my feet is the head of the regiment commander Lenno, he is a warrior in the early stage of the third order, and his spirit and soul power must have different reactions. No matter how you say this, you can get a hundred or so over there, right? ”

Barlow scoffed.

"Hmm......" The old man stroked his chin and stared at his head, "It's as you say, it's extraordinary, but you're not done yet, Haig." ”

"Of course." The man with glasses nodded, "It's to kill all the invaders before the day after tomorrow, right, don't worry, I've already sent a subordinate, and I'll get the news of success later." I, Haig, speak, and never count. ”

Wasn't this man's name Barlow, but Haig?

When I met the rebel patrol before, I seemed to have said his name.

Xia Di thought silently.

"Then, the ceremony will continue, and if you are free, stay by or leave." After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and walked back to where he had just been.

"Allow me to watch here, then. I'm not a title like you, but I'm interested in the magic of the world. Barlow smiled slightly, and led his subordinates to a place 30 meters away from the black-robed group.

What are they going to do?

Xia Di and Kayilu, who were hiding on the side, were stunned.

They stared at the three neatly arranged heads on the ground, with mixed feelings.

"These people are indeed the mercenaries of the tavern......" Looking at the head on the ground, Xia Di sighed.

"It's a bad taste." Kayiru frowned, "They actually think the heads of the dead are trophies or sacrifices...... It is said that only the Pictish barbarians of the north will retain this barbaric custom. ”

The two were indignant, but they knew that they should continue to collect information now, so they didn't say much, just hid behind a big tree on the side,

At this time, a familiar voice caught their attention.

"Lift me up, I can't see clearly enough." The silver stone in Kayilu's hand came from the mentor's voice, "Raise it higher." ”

"So?" Kayilu lifted the stone up.

"Hmm. Don't move your hands, you'd better close your eyes later, and I'll call you when you need to. The mentor was silent for a moment and then said.

"Huh?"

What do you mean?

The two looked at each other, puzzled.

"Well, I announce that the ceremony is about to enter its final phase! Ladies and gentlemen, for the long-cherished wishes of our people! Please try harder! The black-robed old man shouted in a magnetic voice, although the voice didn't sound loud, but it seemed to have a guiding force, a sense of vicissitudes of beauty.

It's called charisma.

Xia Di looked at the other black-robed people beside him with fanatical expressions on their faces, and couldn't help but think.

"So, get the stuff first." The old man commanded.

"Understood!"

It was not the black-robed man who responded, but a few rebel soldiers standing not far away, who seemed to be ready early in the morning.

They dragged several large sacks out of the grass. It was moved to the center of the clearing, right in front of the temple stone gate.

"Be prepared for the last time. Remember, you can't get it wrong. The old man said.

"Understood."

The soldiers nodded, holding the sack in one hand and drawing their short swords at their waists with the other.

The mouth of the sack seemed to be sealed, and they had to rely on this method to open it.

Is it possible?

Seeing this scene, a bad conjecture appeared in Xia Di's heart.

Didn't wait for him to react.

The sack was cut open by the short sword in the soldier's hand, and they grabbed one side of the sack and dumped it down.

A heavy sound sounded continuously.

What crashed, rolled down to the ground.

They were men and women, old and young, with different appearances, and if there was anything similar, it was that their expressions were all wide open and full of horror.

Roughly speaking, there are about two or three hundred.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the rebel soldiers who had tilted the sacks just now turned a little blue, and some of them even began to retch, but the old man did not wait for them.