Chapter 11: Fighting Wisely
Seeing that they were fine, the worry in Zack's heart also dissipated, and he stepped forward: "I thought you were discovered by the demons, it's great!" β
As soon as these words came out, Eli's face suddenly darkened, and so did Elder Mallor.
"Zachβ" Mallor said again, "the demons have already come!" β
"What?"
Zach's eyes widened in disbelief, and it turned out that the situation was even worse than he had imagined.
"Not only were they killed by More, butβ" Eli said angrily, raising up his hidden severed arm, "and, severely, my hand!" β
Referring to Moore's tragic death, Zach naturally knew that a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "On the way here, we found his body. β
At the same time, he hugged Eli, patted him on the back heavily, and promised: "Don't worry, I will avenge you!" β
After listening to Zack's words, Eli eased his emotions a little and nodded.
"The rest of the clansmen who went to the meeting were also captured by the demons."
Malor felt very uncomfortable, he was a useless elder, looking forward and backward, not protecting everyone, and not even having a chance to fight back.
He can't do it, it will kill more people, but his inaction tortures himself, and he can only pin his hope on Zack, a rookie in the clan.
"What about the demons? You ......" The conversation suddenly stopped, and the complicated information went through his mind, Zach quickly sorted out his clue and continued to speak, "The demons left you in order to get the holy weapon?" β
After getting the accurate "yes" from the two of them, Zack believed the words of Jue's guys in his heart, and he continued to inquire about more details, and learned that the demons would come to the hall at dawn to ask for holy weapons.
He pondered for a while, and silently worked out a desperate countermeasure.
On the other side, Mar, who sensed the mark, also joined them and returned to the hall together, waiting for the arrival of the demons.
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As time passed, the thick blue ink of the sky faded into a light blue.
Dawn is coming.
The demons arrived as promised, and the mighty black shadows surrounded the entire hall.
Stark also meets the Keeper of the Hallows, Zack.
Seeing him standing calmly in the center of the hall, he became a little interested, the frivolous-looking young Levornor blood clan in front of him was actually the holder of the holy weapon?
He looked around at Zach with suspicion and slowly approached him.
Before Stark could get closer, Zack was startled by the evil aura emanating from him, as if he had touched him, and he had fallen into hell from which he would never recover.
The long black armor lifted up the wide brim of his hat, Stark revealed a pair of cloudy eyes, stared at Zack like a poisonous snake, suddenly shot his gaze to Malor on the side, and asked coldly, "The holy weapon is on him?" β
"Once there, to be exact!"
Before Mallor could speak, Zach took the lead.
Stark's attention was successfully drawn to him: "What do you mean by once? β
Zach looked embarrassed: "I'm sorry, my lord, the artifact you're looking for isn't on me anymore!" β
"Gone?"
Stark repeated, grabbing Zach by the collar in an emotional way, his horrible face completely exposed under Zack's nose.
It took them so long and slaughtered all the way to catch Revorno's important figures, and this cooked duck flew like this?
Zach smiled ruffianly, and patted Stark's dry hand holding his collar lightly without panic, the cold, rough and wrinkled touch made Zack feel a chill in his heart, and he thought that his breath was as disgusting as his own.
He still had a cynical smile on his face: "Don't worry, my lord, I know the whereabouts of the ghost lamp!" β
Disgusted by Zack's touch, Stark let go of his collar and stared at Zack with cloudy eyes, and a hoarse and ugly voice sounded: "Say! β
Freed from Stark's hands, and looking at his serious expression, Zack's tension in his heart was completely dispelled, and he thought that his plan had worked.
The demons are so eager for the holy weapon, the role must be very important, as long as the holy weapon is not handed over, then the Revornor clan has room for maneuver, as long as they successfully coax the demon clan to change their goal, they can retreat with their whole body.
"That's ......"
Zack made up his mind and told Stark about being captured by Jue and them the other day, and described all the details in detail.
Through Zack's narration, Stark quickly became clear that the blood clan he was talking about was the Sacred Weapon Guardian Team established by the Demon and Secret Parties, and he didn't have any doubts about Zack's words at the moment.
"You're saying they've taken the artifact from you?"
Stark's unconcealed anger overflowed from his face, and a chill emanated from his tone.
"Yes, they also said that when they meet you, they will run away like a reservoir dog......"
"Enough!" Before Zack finished speaking, he was interrupted by Stark's loud shout, "Shut up, you're talking too much!" β
Zack is extremely deferential on the surface, but in fact, he is happy in his heart, this demon old monster has been fooled! Let these two gangs of bad guys fight each other, dare to fight Revorno's idea, first ask him if Zack agrees!
Zack is secretly happy here, but Stark here is angry, under Zack's slander, Stark, who already has a grudge against Jue and them, is even more unwilling, and the blood clans of the two parties of the Demon Secret dare to block the way, so it's just right, the new feud and the old account are reported together!
Stark squinted at Zack, who was bowing his head down, "Do you know where they are?" β
When Zach heard this, he immediately replied, "I know, I know!" It's in the city of Paris, you are chasing now, there is still time, they have taken my holy weapon, and I am afraid that they have already left the city! β
This Revorno is a material suitable for making dog legs, spineless!
Stark glanced up and down Zack with contempt, and secretly commented in his heart that unlike other Revorno, he was stubborn and difficult to bite.
Zach read the disdain in Stark's eyes, he didn't care, as long as the plan could succeed, what was it to be despised by cold eyes, and he did a lot of humiliating things!
"That'...... The people who were taken away by the adults ......"
Zach smirked, looking down at Stark.
With a glance of Stark's cloudy eyes, the three holy envoys beside him walked out and answered Zack's question for him: "They are in the woods two kilometers away, you go and find them yourself!" β
"Good!" Zach breathed a sigh of relief and said to Elder, Eli, and Mar, "Let's go, let's go pick them up!" β
But before he could get out of the hall gate, he was blocked by a group of demon guards and closed the door.
Behind him, Stark's gloomy laughter sounded: "Who said you can go?" β
Zach jerked his head back and immediately hid his underlying anger with a smile: "What does this mean, my lord?" β
In the shadow of the black robe, Stark's cold curse was heard: "You traitors who live in secret, let the Holy War Messenger punish you!" β
I saw that the eleven black-robed people beside him drew their weapons one after another and surrounded the four of them.
"You're going back on your word!"
Zack's vigilant gaze roamed over the eleven holy envoys, thinking to himself, this demon clan is not reliable than Jue's gang, and none of them are true.
"I didn't promise you anything, idiot!"
Stark crossed his hands in front of his abdomen, his cloudy eyes in the shadow of his hat, exuding anticipatory excitement, the hors d'oeuvres before the outbreak of the Great Holy War were about to be served, as the leader of the Holy War Emissary, how could he not be excited?
Just as the Holy Messengers were about to make a move, Zach raised his hands and shouted, "Don't worry, I have important things to say!" The other hand, hanging at his side, made a code call at Mal at Stark's imperceptible angle.
Stark sneered, and a dying grasshopper stumbled weakly, and waved his hand to signal the holy envoys to stop: "Say, for your sake, I let you leave your last words." β
Zach smiled: "Adults can't kill me, without me, you can't find the ghost lamp!" Because I am the current owner of the ghost lamp, only I can sense the location of the holy weapon, if you kill me, I am afraid you will have to spend more energy to recover it, and the gains outweigh the losses! β
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After Zack finished speaking, what he was waiting for was silence, and he began to beat the drum in his heart, in the face of his nonsense, would this old monster of the demon clan still believe it?
After a while, Stark's hat moved: "That's good! Leave your life and the rest of the waste wiped out! β
"Huh! That's not going to work! β
Zach hurriedly spoke.
"Do you have room to bargain?"
Stark sneered.
"Your Excellency understands that everything I do is for the sake of my people, and if I kill them, I will not survive, so the whereabouts of the holy weapon will also become a secret in the mouth of me, the dead Revorno!"
Zach changed his low-brow and looked at Stark with a determined look.
"You can't threaten me, kid!"
Stark smiled coldly, and with a wave of his withered hand under the black robe, he directly pronounced their death sentence.
Zack's heart was cold, and he shouted: "Mal! β
Mar also comprehended, quickly pulled out the hidden weapon on his waist, and threw it in front of the eleven holy envoys, with a "snap", a thick burst of black smoke suddenly dispersed, filling the entire hall.
In the black smoke, there was a thin mist of blood, and in just a moment, it disappeared and disappeared.
When the black smoke cleared, the Eleven Holy Envoys looked around for Zack's traces, but they heard a heavy gasp behind them, and they all turned their heads.
Behind me, a pair of golden vertical eyes were staring at them, and two huge holes similar to noses were spewing a fishy smell.
The monster slowly lifted its massive head, revealing its true form, a dragon with huge wings, its terrifying eyes and its bloody mouth open.
Towards the eleven holy envoys, a fishy wind blew their hats off their heads, revealing the ugly faces under their robes.
The black smoke cleared, and he put down the robe that stood in front of him, and Stark saw that Zack and their traces were long gone, and only eleven strange messengers remained.
It is rumored that Revornor is the best at manipulating illusions, and it seems that the strange black smoke has made the Eleven Saints use their way.
Not only the eleven holy envoys, but also the demon guards stationed at the door, seemed to have fallen into an illusion, and in the hall, none of the demons who had been contaminated with black smoke were spared.
Stark, the only one who was awake, glanced at the closed door, which was impossible for them to get out of the guard-strewn gate for a short time, and he scanned the hall, his gaze quickly locked on the broken hole in the roof.
At the same time, a residual shadow was still caught in his eyes, and he snorted coldly and said to himself: "A few little worms can't make any waves." β
Immediately moved his gaze to the hall, the demon clansmen who fell into illusion, the long black armor cut through the palms of their hands, the palms were facing forward, and the black pus and blood with dirty and powerful power turned into a burst of blood mist to wake up the clansmen who fell into illusion.
The Holy Envoys and Demon Guards who had come to their senses saw the Holy King standing in the center of the hall, and they all restrained their actions and bowed their heads respectfully.
"Leave Paris at once!"
"Yes!"