Old man Fletcher's scolding, where it came from, everyone present was naturally clear, and because of such clarity and understanding, everyone agreed with this scolding, and even many people echoed it again and again, especially those rich people who had experienced several disasters and survived their lives, and even greeted all the immediate family members of the maternal line of these outlaws.

If someone were to propose a bounty now, the rich would be generous.

It's just that none of the people present have their minds on these at this time, not even those dark mercenaries who are Kimpton's life.

If they didn't react to the first sudden self-explosion, it's still excusable, if they haven't reacted by now, then they really don't have to die.

"Patriarch Nosd, there are some things I want to ask!"

A representative was sent from the dark mercenaries to the old man Fletcher - compared to the Supreme Government and the Demon Hunters, there is no doubt that the various families are easier to talk to, and the Nosd family, who commanded the operation just now, is naturally the best choice; It's just that, obviously, at this moment, Old Man Fletcher didn't have the nature to talk to these dark mercenaries, he waved his hand, pointed to the Lord of the Tower of the Holy Relic, and said, "The answers you need are there!" ”

The representative of the dark mercenary froze, then shrugged his shoulders and retreated into his own camp.

He would never ask the Witcher's Tower Master - while the Witcher is neutral to any force most of the time, such neutrality does not mean a friendly start; Anyone who has been in contact with a witcher. They all know that they want to get some news from the mouths of unfamiliar witchers. That's no different from ascending to the sky.

Not to mention being one of the lords of the Six Towers of the Demon Hunters.

To put it simply. It was a legend that belonged to the witchers, and it was also a legend to the dark mercenaries.

However, just as the dark mercenaries frowned and pondered what to do, the tower master of the Relic Tower walked towards them, and immediately, these dark mercenaries were shocked-

"Alright, guys, don't be nervous. I have no ill will! ”

Blanc shook his flask and waved his palm at the sound of the wine.

"Hello, Lord Blank!"

The dark mercenaries looked at each other, and finally, it was the representative of the dark mercenaries who stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

"Hmm...... I think we should talk about something a little more practical – for example: where are you now? "Blank, the Lord of the Relic Tower obviously doesn't want to beat around the bush, and he says very directly, "Now you only have two choices. The first one is to leave the Sacred Forest District immediately; The second. Put those careful thoughts behind and join us! ”

"Can we think about it?"

The representative of the dark mercenary asked hesitantly.

"Of course you can, but it won't take more than three minutes!"

Blanc nodded, gave a time limit, and then turned and walked towards Dides, beckoning Fletcher, who was busy not far away.

"We're in a bad situation right now!"

When Fletcher came over, Blanc said, he looked in the direction of the mountain in the distance, stretched out his hand and said, "There, the inhabitants of the Holy Forest are praying before the battle - weapons and armor are being distributed to them one by one, and about an hour before sunset, we will meet these 'militias'!" ”

"Is the message accurate?"

Old Man Fletcher gasped and asked--The 'militia' in the Holy Forest District will definitely not be the same as the 'militia' in other regions, with faith as the pillar, they will definitely sacrifice their lives to fight, therefore, even if their strength is not good, it will become quite difficult, not to mention, no one can guarantee that there will be no martyrs among these 'militias'!

Once the piles of martyrs appear, even if they are at the solar level, they will have a headache.

"Accurate!"

Blank bit the cork, took a sip of wine, and said in the affirmative.

"Iyeta is holding us back!" "From the martyrs in the crowd to the current 'militia', Iyeta is stopping and delaying us!" ”

"Is there anything you can do about it?"

Jemond asked a little impatiently - for the tower master of the athletic tower, this kind of inexplicable 'persecution' is really too uncomfortable, as if he is bound.

"Abandon all those who can't move quickly, and we'll go at full speed!"

Dides made an offer.

"How is this possible?"

Gemond said dissatisfiedly - if they could ignore the lives of other people, they would not be so passive at all, and they had already appeared at the foot of the sacred mountain.

"How could it not be? Iyeta can't just use the lives of these people to keep us as 'nannies', we just need to find another 'nanny' for them! After glancing at Jemond, Dides looked at Blank and continued: "The Lion Legion and the Eagle Legion have entered the Sacred Forest District, and they only need to return the same way to enter the protection of the two legions!" ”

"I've also made some suggestions to the mercenaries before, and they will definitely be more than happy to participate in the escort!"

Blank said with a smile.

"Okay, so we just need to decide who we're going there now, okay?"

When Jemond saw his friend nodding, he immediately had no opinion.

"This candidate doesn't need to be determined!"

Dides pointed at Blank, Jemond, and then at himself.

"I think I should go all the way!" Old man Fletcher said, "Don't worry, I won't hold you back - each family has its own heritage, please face this up!" ”

"I'll see!"

Blank shrugged his shoulders, and Gemmon didn't care, but Dides stepped aside and whispered to Moretti and Lilith; And the representative of the dark mercenary. Coming towards Blank too. Just as Blank expected. These dark mercenaries have chosen the most advantageous option for them: retreat.

Blank, who had expected it, nodded immediately.

"Hope everything goes well!"

Watching the dark mercenaries join the retreating team, Blanc couldn't help but say.

"Will something happen?"

Jemond looked at his friend suspiciously.

"Well, first of all, the present situation has been beyond our expectations—at the beginning, we had already guessed that a few of the invitees must be Iyeta's men; But. We didn't expect them to carry out suicide attacks...... Originally, we wanted to solve everything quietly! ”

"They are so cunning and vicious!"

In Blank's helpless sigh, Jemond said viciously.

"It's not that he's cunning or vicious, it's that we've underestimated Iyeta's faith – he's ready to be a benevolent man if he doesn't succeed! But we didn't...... We are still holding a 'coping' mentality to solve the problem at hand! Blanc took a deep breath, his seemingly cloudy gaze, at this time, extremely clear, "We are used to peace, and everything will be dealt with on a peace-but." At this moment, Iyeta will not, he has already ignored peace. So...... As long as he can complete his own plan, even if the Sacred Forest Area is destroyed, Iyeta will not care! ”

"This, this ......"

Jemond was stunned and didn't know what to say, for the master of the Athletic Tower, he couldn't understand what kind of mentality Iyeta had to complete his plan; And because of this incomprehension, he couldn't grasp how crazy Iyeta was at this moment.

Even if it's Blank, it's an afterthought-

"Those 'militias' in the Sacred Forest District are the best proof of this!" Blanc shook his head helplessly again, "The reason why the Holy See can endure for a long time, except for the Hove Mountains, is that these believers with firm beliefs, without one of the two, the Holy Forest Area has already been destroyed!" ”

"So, we're paralyzed by a good one!" Blanc shook the flask in his hand with a hint of worry on his face. "We simply think that Iyeta will have some scruples when we stand on the land of the Sacred Forest, but this is exactly what Iyeta wants us to think - therefore, we are extremely passive at this time......

"You're saying that Iyeta did it on purpose? So...... Mordred?! ”

The Tower Master of Athletics immediately exclaimed.

"Well, it's dangerous!"

Blanc nodded.

"Let's go to support Mordred!"

Jemond said anxiously - although the relationship between the Tower Master of Athletics and the Lord of the Tower of Thorns is not very good, if anything goes wrong, the Lord of the Tower of Athletics will definitely not mind going to the rescue; In fact, in addition to colleagues and friendship, the Lord of the Six Towers has more of a sense of honor mixed in.

"Isn't our support counted in by Iyeta?" Blank said this, Jemond was stunned for a moment, and then, eagerly, asked, "Then what should we do?" Do nothing like that? ”

"Have you forgotten Yeqi's gang of young people?"

A smile appeared on Blank's face.

"You mean?"

"Well, I'm sure those young men will keep the whole situation from rotting out of control - at the very least, enough to support us!" Blank said, gesturing at Deeds, "Why isn't he in a hurry?" Because he thinks Ye Qi can do the best! That's why he let the two legions of the lion and the eagle enter the sacred forest area, this is not a helpless fight, but a premeditated plan! ”

"Including the previous self-detonation?"

Jemond frowned.

"That wasn't in his plan, didn't you see that Dedes's face was already dark?" Blank smiled and continued, "In the same way, there will be a little hole in any plan - Iyeta is no exception; If we catch this loophole and cooperate with Ye Qi's group of young people, we will also get good results! ”

"What vulnerability?"

Jemond asked impatiently.

"Lyman, the immortal knight, is now in Landenburg......"

Blanc whispered.

……

Burst!

The hilt of the sword struck the little man in the back of the heart, and in an instant, a mouthful of blood spurted out; Of course. With the little man squirting out a mouthful of blood. A dagger scratch also appeared on Mordred's arm. It wasn't very deep, it was just a cut of the oily skin, but the pain was so sharp that Mordred's entire arm trembled.

What's more, the bright red wound changes to black in the next moment.

Toxin.

At any given time, it's always a huge headache.

Even the most knowledgeable wizards and scholars dare not say that they are familiar with all the toxins, especially when some of them interact. It can be a headache for wizards; Because, in addition to knowing two or more types of toxins, it is also necessary to know the ratio of the two toxins in the Dao.

If you get it wrong, it will cause irreparable damage.

As for the magic detoxification?

Maybe there is no problem with low-level and primary toxins, but when the toxins reach a considerable level, even divine magic is powerless.

Unless, this clergyman is specialized in the magic of detoxification; And this, for the current Holy See. Of course it's impossible; Perhaps at the time of the beginning of the rise of the Holy See, there would still be such figures. But after thousands of years of changes, the current Holy See is no longer the original Holy See.

There are miracles of healing and detoxification.

However, they are more inclined to attack the divine arts, and even not only the divine arts, but also some techniques and secret arts, are also more inclined to attack.

After all, a papal nuncta's inoffensive power is like a fish on a board.

This is true both externally and internally.

However, there is one kind of person who is not needed.

An apostle who has awakened the gift of toxins!

On Lorante, he only needs to treat the apostle of the toxin talent as another special existence, because of the other party's use of toxin ability.

Not only can it be poisoned, but it can also be detoxified, far from the trouble that wizards usually do, and they need to know the types and proportions of toxins.

It just needs to be absorbed.

Of course, there will naturally be a problem of strength in this.

And in the same way, the more powerful the apostle of the toxin talent, the more powerful the toxin he uses and absorbs, just like the little man at this time, the kind of toxin that absorbs the statue in the 'New King's Treasure', even if it is a legendary powerhouse in the transcendent realm, he can't ignore it.

Mordred's strength and speed that had been eroded by the toxin began to drop significantly, causing a slight change in the previous one-sided situation.

"Are you still going to drag it out?"

Iyeta's words came again, compared to the previous times, this time there was a thick sarcasm in the words - Iyeta looked at the 'performance' in front of her very clearly, although it was extremely realistic, but it lacked the most critical sense of killing, not even killing intent.

A battle without even killing intent can obviously only be called a sparring.

Iyeta was extremely dissatisfied with this.

Because, he didn't see what he wanted to see; So, he was ready to restore everything in front of him to the scene he wanted to see.

"Your mother, I think, can go to death!"

Iyeta said as she raised her right hand.

"Wait!"

Mordred shouted to stop him, and with such a shout, his strength and speed returned to their original state again.

"Ability, your ability!"

Iyeta reminded with malice.

Airplanes!

Just as Iyeta's words fell, a special wave appeared between Mordred and the little man who were fighting, and the little man, who was trying his best to dodge, suddenly stopped in place, did not move, and let Mordred's long sword pass through his chest.

Poof!

The sound of the blade piercing flesh came from the left chest, and as Mordred's wrist turned, his heart was torn apart, and the little man looked down at his wound in disbelief, looking like he obviously didn't expect Mordred to really kill him.

"Drink!"

A low roar burst out of the throat of the little man, like an inky mist, appeared around the little man's body in such a roar, and shot straight at Mordred; The latter tried to dodge, but the little man grabbed the arm holding the sword, and the ink-like mist shot straight at him.

Suddenly, Mordred let go of his sword and fell to the ground, black covering his skin, almost instantly out of breath.

In the same way, the little man with a long sword in his chest also fell to the ground, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

Ava and the big man rushed up almost instantly, and all kinds of potions began to appear in the hands of the two of them, pouring money into the wounds and mouths of the little man.

"Tsk, although there are some twists and turns, but the result is not bad!"

Iyeta said this, but no one had anything to say it; At the foot of the hill were treating the dying little man, but Tozan, who was nailed to the rock wall outside the bell tower, was left with only grief.

This lack of attention made Iyeta feel neglected.

In the bottom of his heart, the sudden anger made him appear at the foot of the sacred mountain in a flash-

"You small beings, dare to ignore ......"

Standing in front of the little man being treated, a dark golden light appeared in Iyeta's hand; However, before Iyeta's light could strike, next to his feet, Mordred, who should have died, suddenly jumped up, and the long sword pierced through his chest.

The little man, who was lying on the ground and dying, was even more vigorous, and pierced two throwing knives into Iyeta's knee.

At the same time, Ava, the big man, leaped up like an arrow and appeared on the top of Mount Kinabalu.

PS The first update ~~~ timing~~~

The decadent chapter is one-handed yarding, a full four and a half hours, a hand-coded word, it seems that even the word can't be typed...... Haematemesis...... (To be continued......)