The castle's council chamber had been shattered beyond recognition by a fierce battle, the treemen had destroyed all the doors and windows, the venom dripping from their bodies had made the otherwise luxurious carpet smell pungent, and Gawain's final blow shattered the entire floor in the southeast corner of the chamber and made a large hole in the wall that reached to the ceiling - the house had to be repaired anyway.

But compared to the losses suffered by the Leslie family in this disaster, Gawain was more worried about such a toss, and the cultist actually escaped.

The Society of the End of All Things, a heretical sect formed by fallen druids, is truly unstoppable for their sorcery.

Pittman immediately began to prepare ritual spells, ready to track down the cultist's breath: according to him, there are many restrictions on this kind of escape spell in an emergency, especially since the druid is not a profession that is good at running away, and its transfer spells mostly require the power of plants, so it is likely that the other party did not run far, and there is a high probability that he will still be in the castle after a transfer.

But just as the old druid was pulling out the leaves and ointment for casting the spell, a loud bang suddenly came from the dark night.

It was the sound of a crystalline grenade exploding, and the direction was ...... It seems that this is exactly where the Byron knights are!

Gao Wen's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly realized what was happening: "Quick! Go to the verandah area! ”

However, by the time they arrived at Byron's location, the cultist had disappeared.

All they saw was a patch of torn vines torn apart by the blast wave, flesh and blood scattered on the ground, and a middle-aged knight standing next to the battlements with a helpless look on his face.

Gawain looked at Byron: "You'd better tell me that the cultist was blown to pieces by a crystallized grenade from you, and he is the one who lays on the ground......"

Byron stretched out his hands helplessly: "Then if you want to be willing to listen to this, I will tell you this." ”

Gawain: "......"

"It's true that the bunk on the ground is part of that guy, but I didn't expect the body of a legal profession to be so strong," Byron explained what had just happened, "...... Then the grenade exploded, but the guy reacted too quickly, and the explosion instantly took the grenade far away, and there were still many life-saving things hidden on his body, so he finally broke an arm, and he himself fled into the mountains and forests behind the castle without a trace. I wanted to track him, but as soon as he entered the forest, his breath seemed to disappear. ”

"It's a druid, after all." Gawain frowned, what happened on Byron's side was really twists and turns, first the cultist accidentally bumped into the weakened Byron, then the illiterate cultist took over the thunder version of the flame explosion technique, and then the cultist who was pasted on his face and was burned with an explosion of inflammation actually ran away...... It can only be said that that guy really deserves to die, and he is not destined to die tonight.

Gao Wen knew very well that he had already hit the other party hard, and in that situation, even if he used a spell to escape, it was impossible for that cultist to completely escape the aftermath of the steel storm, but he didn't expect that the fifth-level cultist of the Dead Society of All Things was not only a demon and martial arts cultivator, but also a kryptonite warrior, and in that case, he could still have life-saving props on his body...... Rich man's play, rich man's play.

"It's impossible to catch up," Pitman said regretfully, looking at the dense forest behind the castle, which grew along the western slope of the Tanzanite mines, all the way to the distant forest, "the druids burrowed into the woods, and with our current manpower, we don't expect to find out." ”

"We let go of a hidden danger." Philip Knight said in a heavy and serious tone.

"No, according to the custom of the Society of the End of Everything, if their actions in an area fail and their whereabouts are exposed, then they will never act again for a while unless there is enough important goal for them to sacrifice a lot of money to the members of the Order," Pitman shook his head, "A Druid cult that is not known for its fighting profession has survived and thrived to this day, and it is not because of recklessness. ”

"Anyway, we've at least relieved the crisis in this place," Gawain sighed, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and quickly ordered, "Pittman, you go to the atrium and find a way to remove the magic from those victims, as much as you can rescue, Byron, Philip, you two go and help." ”

Human lives are at stake, and the three of them received the order without delay, immediately nodded in agreement, and took the order to leave.

"Let's go back to the hall just now," Gawain looked at Amber again, "that poor Viscount Andrew is still being left to dry." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to leave the rooftop.

But just before he was about to take a step, a sudden flash of light in the darkness caught his eye.

Gawain immediately stopped and went to the place where the glimmer had flashed to take a closer look, and soon he found what he was looking for in a mess of fallen vines that had begun to wither: a small blackened and broken finger with a small ring on it.

This is clearly a remnant of the black-robed cultist.

"Eh, you also have a habit of searching for corpses after fights, I thought you were such a decent person......" Amber leaned over curiously, but was attracted by the things in Gawain's hands halfway through, "Huh? Ring? And it's not broken yet?! ”

Gawain didn't have much effort to remove the small ring from the carbonized finger, half of the surface of the ring had been blackened, but the rest of the ring was still shimmering with a bright silver glimmer under the starlight, this "ornament" that theoretically directly faced the power of the crystallized grenade's heart, as Amber said, was not damaged at all!

It's still quite bright when you wipe it a little!

Gawain looked at this ring, his brows furrowed slightly, he vaguely felt that this thing was a little familiar.

Soon he remembered where he had seen something similar.

Gawain took off his gloves, and he was wearing an identical ring on his hand!

That's right, that's what it is......

"I'm going to make a love token?!" Amber suddenly shouted, "This cultist wears the same ring!" What's the relationship between the two of you?! ”

"If you shout again, I really slapped you to the ground with a sword, do you believe it or not? You can't pry it out! Gawain glared at Amber, then lowered his head and leaned the two rings together, "It looks like it's the Mithril Ring......

"The Circle of Mithril?" Amber then vaguely remembered where the ring on Gawain's hand came from, she remembered the trip to the royal capital a few months ago, and remembered the agent of the Mithril Treasury called My Little Pony mentioned by Gawain - although she couldn't meet the agent lady at the time (she was knocked away on the spot when she met, and she didn't see her face, so she didn't meet each other), but she had seen the ring Gawain got from the agent, "Mithril Vault?!" ”

Then she reacted, "You mean, that cultist is likely to be a 'high-level customer' of the Mithril Treasury just like you?!" ”

"This kind of ring can't be given out casually, and if it's not an important item, it's impossible for a cultist to take this thing with him when he comes out to take revenge on society," Gawain nodded, "It seems ...... The Mithril Treasury is doing really big business. ”

Amber was dumbfounded: "They're not afraid that the cultists will 'return' them too?!" ”

Gawain smiled indifferently: "They even dare to accept the order of the Elemental King, what is not to do?" ”

He then searched the roof for traces left by the cultists, but found nothing but the ring in his hand.

Something else was really blown to pieces.

The two then returned to the hall where they had fought before, and the lord of Tanzania, Mr. Viscount Andrew of House Leslie, was still in place.

In fact, he couldn't go anywhere else at all - he was eroded and tortured by the evil magic of the fallen druid for so many days, plus he didn't have any extraordinary strength himself, and he barely gained a little magic ability by relying on potions to improve, this Viscount Andrew's spell resistance and physique were almost no different from ordinary people, and even weaker because of the usual overdose, even if he was no longer affected by evil magic, his prostration and weak limbs were not enough to make him move.

He could only slump in his chair and watch as a group of men fought and killed and demolished half of his hall, watched them leave, and watched Gawain and Amber return.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the aftermath of the previous battle has not affected him, and this viscount is still intact.

"The cultist has run away," said Gawain as he came to Viscount Andrew, without concealment, "but he probably won't come back—anytime soon." ”

The immortal Viscount rolled his eyes with difficulty, he took a few deep breaths, and his joy and worry were undisguised on his face, but he first said with a faint breath: "Thank you for the rescue...... Your Excellency, I now feel that befriending you is the best decision I have ever made in my life...... Ahem...... I'm dying of hunger, can you give me some food first? ”

Gawain shook his head and reached out to pull out a small crystal bottle from his arms: "Although I would love to give you a full meal now, you'd better drink this first." ”

Viscount Andrew looked at the vial suspiciously: "This is ......"

"The potion concocted by the druids in my territory can replenish your physical strength and repair your internal organs by the way," Gawain pulled the cork off the medicine bottle and leaned next to the mouth of the man who couldn't even hold the medicine bottle, "Your organs are dying, and eating food at this time can only kill you, you have to use the potion to relieve this breath first." ”

Although Pitman often peddled useless "lucky ointments" in his territory, the functional potions he had prepared were still really useful, and not long after drinking the stamina potion, Viscount Andrew's face was noticeably better.

Gawain then asked, "Do you have any information about that cultist?" How did you get so well targeted by an organization like the Society for the End of All Things? ”

Viscount Andrew tried to twitch his face, as if he wanted to make a wry smile, but in the end he couldn't do it, he could only sigh: "Alas...... It's just that I dug up something I shouldn't have dug up. ”

"Digging up something you shouldn't have dug up?" Gawain frowned, "What do you mean?" ”

"I dug up a fragment of an eternal slab......"