There you are.

The shadow battle unfolded vigorously, the pure darkness melted into the reflection of the building, hiding the figure, the butler stared at his target from here, he held the signal flare in his left hand, and a necromancy scroll in his right hand, from here through a small square, which was the central cathedral of the parish of Carlo, about ten minutes ago, the chief monk, who learned that the four paladins had died innocently, was furious and led two teams of blood crusaders to rush in the direction of Nina Vidora Manor, presumably to find the princess directly, Ask for an explanation for a colleague who died in vain.

Knowing that the priests were going for the princess of the empire, but Carlo's military and political bosses all pretended to be deaf and dumb and turned a blind eye, and most of the agents of other organizations and big names such as the Mercenary Guild, the Mage Guild and the Dark Brotherhood and other large and small snake organizations and big names sent their elites in the name of helping the fist, and even the slogan that Carlo is Carlo of Carlo was shouted out, but the momentum was fake, and it was true that he wanted to wait for an opportunity to get a piece of the pie, but no matter how ghostly others were, the goal of the chief monk was probably pure and single, The priests were more protective than anyone else, and the death of four of their colleagues at once must have made them angry and sad.

And that's the steward's plan...... In this case, if the "murderer" swaggers in front of the cathedral and provocatively breaks the door of the church with necromancy, or even injures and kills people, it will definitely add fuel to the fire and increase the fury of the clergy. After all, the information is not equal, and all three parties will think that the partners are on a business trip, but they are going to be disappointed. The only thing they will face is the paladins who are full of anger and murderous intent......

-- Although I probably won't fight, my intention is not to let them kill each other, as long as they create a series of misunderstandings and let them fall into the quagmire of trouble, and they can't get out of it, then their goal will be achieved.

The housekeeper doubled to check the weather. It was morning, and the sun was shining in the east. Stretching the shadows extremely long, the shadows cast by the neat and dense buildings here are the home of the Shadow Swordsmen, after the event is over. He can melt into the darkness in no time. Calmly retreated, with the strength of his golden-level shadow fighting qi, he was completely able to swagger away before the priesthood could react.

Before carrying out the mission, it is necessary to plan the exit in advance, although the plan will always encounter big or small accidents, but the well-prepared person has a better chance of surviving - this is what he has been taught since childhood, and he has always held it as a guideline.

He took a deep breath and stepped out of the darkness. The black assassination suit had been replaced by a gray robe. The oppressive color, the hood that covered most of his face, and the sense of darkness created by the Shadow Fighting Aura, anyone who looked at it at first glance thought that he was a necromancer, who would have thought that under this mage robe was actually a gold-level shadow swordsman?

There were already pedestrians in the square in the early morning, although they didn't know about the tragedy that happened in the dock area, but in the face of the unknown, the instinct of the creatures still made them secretly dodge, and soon they felt that their choice was very wise, because with the mysterious and creepy murmur, a light blue magic array unfolded brilliantly, the color of light blue but deadly, exuding a kind of heaviness that walked with death, a mournful howl that made people involuntarily clench their ears, The snow-white bone spear dragged a long blue flame and whizzed away, slamming down on the tall portal of the cathedral.

There was a roar, splinters of wood flew sideways, and in the eyes of the people, the door of the ancient church suddenly shattered, the death force on the bone spear quickly corroded the carefully polished wood, and there were noisy exclamations and angry roars from inside the church, and the "necromancer" who had done this qiē smiled gloomily, raised the signal flare in his hand, and pressed the firing mechanism.

With a sharp sound, the crimson flashbang dragged the long flame tail into the sky, and then suddenly exploded, turning into a hideous roaring bear head pattern, the bright color suspended in the sky, lasting for a long time, although stunned by the previous atrocities of this "necromancer", but people still couldn't help but look at the fireworks in the sky.

Then, suddenly, they smelled a foul odor.

Honestly, it's a smell worse than the toilets of civilian schools.

They involuntarily covered their noses, lowered their heads, looked for the source of the stench, and finally, all eyes were on the necromancer - in the face of this terrorist, people should have screamed and fled in all directions, after all, the cold morning, the square in front of the church, the mysterious mage, the terrible spell, this qiē is a frequent episode in the novel, nothing more than a big battle between the evil villain and the righteous priest, if you are not careful, the onlookers will do the trick of the bento that is about to be taken, But the scene in front of me was so unbelievable that I don't know who laughed sneeringly, and then, the square was filled with a cheerful air.

Even people who are closer and have better hearing can hear each other's blank "eh" interrogative tone words.

Raising his hand high, the posture of sending out a signal flare is very handsome and cool, but in the hands of this mysterious and terrible necromancer, it is not the transmitter of the signal flare, but a short piece of wreckage, at the moment of firing the signal, the transmitter exploded, a mysterious substance scattered and splashed, green with yellow, people involuntarily thought of something that could not be mentioned, I don't know if it was a coincidence or deliberate, this color is very suitable, especially splashed on the gray necromancer robe, very conspicuous, colorful pattern, Like a child's graffiti at will, the housekeeper clearly didn't understand what was going on.

So he snorted again.

It wasn't until the strong stench poured into his nostrils, and the terrible smell almost made him vomit, that the butler realized that someone had added to the flare, and he hurriedly threw the remains of the canister aside, and the strong smell kept raping his senses, from sight, to smell, and then to touch - the moment the canister exploded, although he was caught off guard, his excellent skills and strict training still allowed him to react optimally. The fighting spirit and limbs protected the head, and finally did not let the face suffer, but there was a lot of splashing on the body. There was still a little stain on his hand, looking at the robe on his body, smelling the stench that suffocated him, coupled with the tactile sensation on his hand that he didn't dare to think about, a qiē made him get goosebumps all over his body, and he was about to go crazy.

What the hell is this! It's definitely not something that humans can produce! How can it be so stinky!

- Wait, why is there such a thing in flares!?

The housekeeper suddenly realized this very strict problem.

Sigmar's figure flashed through his head. The flare was undoubtedly taken by Sigma from Lyudmila and given to the paladin, if the qiē was his doing. That question can be stern - this shows that the other party has long been aware of his plan, and he has even seen through it a long time ago, and has insight into the true identity of himself and even Cambra.

Maybe...... Maybe he's just having bad tastes and wants to do some mischief? Or rather, this is from Lyudmila. Her Royal Highness the princess still can't let go of the old grudges. Want to pit Sigma's old rival?

No maybe.

There is only a fatal possibility.

Terrible variables.

They probably all underestimated the young man.

The sparkling light awakened the butler from his hesitation, and he saw the angry clergy striding out of the church, retreating, trying to blend into the darkness, when the square was in chaos, and the bold man shouted loudly, pointing out the target for the paladin, and the butler snorted coldly. Holding back the pungent stench, he casually wiped the little thing on his left hand on his robe. Darkness rises and disappears into the shadows.

He was just about to evacuate quickly, when he suddenly felt a weakness in his body and a little numb in his left hand.

The Shadow Swordsman seemed to think of something, his face suddenly turned pale, he immediately raised his left hand, and looked carefully, the little yellow-green spot stained with it had seeped into his flesh and blood at some point, only to see a yellow line stubbornly moving up along his arm, green slowly eroded the back of his hand and wrist, and everywhere he went, his body quickly dissipated, his muscles relaxed, his bones were weak, and even the fighting energy of the golden rank could not completely prevent the further spread of this yellow-green.

He blinked, and suddenly let out a gaffe howl.

"Damn, there's poison in!"

After all, he couldn't stop the strong man to break his wrist, he encouraged his fighting spirit to resist the further spread of the toxin, and wanted to get out of the place of right and wrong as soon as possible, he even regretted it a little, why was he so greedy that he chose the central church as the location of the trouble, and there was a loud wind behind him, and there were paladins shouting loudly, directing the priests to conduct a carpet search.

Hurry up and get out.

The butler thought to himself.

But his nightmare is far from over.

The smell of the thing and the speed of the walk were even more terrifying than he had imagined, and as the Shadow Swordsman slowly walked along the wall in the darkness, he suddenly heard someone upstairs shouting, "Fuck, whose toilet is blocked?" It stinks! ”

The sound immediately resonated with the neighbors, and the seven aunts and eight aunts pushed open the window, covered their noses, and greeted and scolded each other. The butler's heart tightened, this rich smell will guide the pursuers, and it must be disposed of!

But before he could take off his mage robe, something more terrible than the chasing soldier appeared, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound, and when he looked up, Rao was with the courage and strength of a golden swordsman, goosebumps still fell to the ground, and he saw the cracks in the wall, in the ditch, and in the house...... One by one, flies and all kinds of strangely shaped flying insects roared out, gathered together, and formed a black and oppressive dark cloud, like a bee that had seen nectar, and pounced frantically towards him!

Tearing off the mage robe on his body as quickly as possible, the shadow fighting spirit broke through the dark clouds, strengthened the body, and broke through at the fastest speed, the butler galloped quickly, there was no anger in his heart, no more grievances, all that was left was endless jealousy and fear, this kind of guy, this kind of guy is really terrible! What kind of psychologically twisted guy would make such a terrible thing! It's just stinky, it's still poisonous, it's just poisonous, and it can still provoke those things!

There was another buzzing sound in his ears, and the butler turned his head to see that he was almost crying, he already knew the root of the problem - even if he took off his clothes, the toxin had penetrated deep into his body, and it was still able to emit the smell that excited these filthy things, and lured them to a frenzy!

Vindictive, useless!

Flee quickly, useless!

Breath obscure, useless!

No matter what method he used, he could not get rid of these endless flies and reptiles, and if he continued like this, let alone hide from the eyes and ears of the clergy, even a little child could find out where he was!

He didn't even dare to cut off his wrist because he didn't know if it would work, he just wanted to run away now, even if he wanted to run away, never come back, never see that person again.

Soon, however, the last of the extravagant hopes were gone.

"It's a stinky ......" A person suddenly flashed out at the turn of the street.

Shadows emerged from the roofs on both sides.

The housekeeper knows this man.

The owner of the White Rose Crown Hotel, the spokesman of the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce in Carlo.

Victor.

In this murderous and awe-inspiring environment, the merchant still had a pleasant smile: "On my uncle's order, I have been waiting for you for a long time, or my uncle has thought carefully and tossed you with toxins for a while, otherwise with the strength of your golden swordsman, there are no injuries on your body, how can we handle it?" ”

The housekeeper gritted his teeth and said, "Just you, a mere chamber of commerce, want to deal with me?" ”

Even if he is poisoned, the Golden Swordsman is also a Golden Swordsman, not something that can be touched by a Chamber of Commerce!

"Absolutely." Victor laughed to himself: "Because we have money." ”

The sword shines.

The butler struggled to avoid the cold blade, a short sword slipped out of his sleeve, and the cold light flashed, forcing the attacker back, he took a few steps back, and moved his left wrist, which was gradually numb, and the attacker did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, he was dressed in a white assassin armor, wearing an eagle's beak hood, and a deep laugh echoed through the street: "Watch the light, plow the darkness, the dark brotherhood will greet you." ”

The butler glanced at Victor with some despair.

The other party's smile did not diminish, and he repeated, "What we have is money." ”

The butler roared in despair, going to make the last battle of the trapped beasts, seeking a glimmer of life.

Not long ago, coming out of the secret tunnels of the Marquis's Palace, Sigma looked at the signal flare of the Iron Giant Bear Legion rising in a certain direction, sighed compassionately, and said to the Marquis of Cambra in a serious voice: "Donor, let me tell you, this is all a catastrophe, a catastrophe, a catastrophe ......" (to be continued......