"Why don't you ask us for help?" asked the priest in Rosada. If they knew, then at least, the second child would not have been born in this world.

"I have demonic blood," Laurie replied, "and," he stood up, took off his blackened robes, which were stained with dust and blood, and showed them his back—his back was occupied by a dark purple color, and on this dark purple cloud floated a skull with a missing jaw, carrying the cold aura peculiar to the god of conspiracy, and at the sight of this emblem, Rosada's priest took on a look of disgust, the emblem of Rosada's sworn enemy, the conspiracy god Ciric," As soon as I get close to the sanctuary and temple in Rosada, my spine burns, and I don't know if you will help me, or if you will just ...... Strike mercilessly. ”

The priest of the god of morning light frowned, Afra only found the "missing foot" from his friends while rummaging through Laurie's records, although Crefa's intelligence network was not as good as Grenada's dragon thorn, but the "missing foot" was not careful enough to keep a low profile, he used to walk the streets in other cities wearing the priest's robe of Shrek with the emblem of the god on his face, and it was only a matter of time before he was discovered, although it was a bit surprising that he was able to successfully disguise himself as a disabled person. Not to mention, he is an assassin by profession, and he is also an excellent assassin, it is impossible for the Silver Finger Guild not to pay attention to him, and the information gathered from several places is put together with each other, and his true face will be revealed.

Then, they swooped out a group of priests with a high probability of a conspiracy god from Missing Feet, which caught the attention of the priests of Rosada, after all, the conspirator had made his temple as sneaky as he was, and he rarely even built an earthly dwelling that was only his own, but used the ruins of the evil gods that had fallen for a long time, such as the underground mausoleum where Missing Feet met with his companions, and he once belonged to the original god of death.

The priests of Rosada did not let go of this rare opportunity to fight rats, after all, people from the other plane would also say that there was no way to be rude. It's just that they didn't expect that Ciric's tentacles would invade their hearts in a grand manner decades ago, and when they were complacent because of the respect and reverence that Rosada received in Tara, it was precisely because of this that Tara began to fall day by day?

"What is Your Majesty thinking?" said the priest of Rosada with an ugly face. "Does he want the whole of Tara to rot with him?"

"If he tells us that his son is a warlock...... Afra whispered to herself, "then it will be difficult for him to explain how two pure mortals have a descendant of a warlock, but he should know that the secret will not be maintained for long." "Even if they didn't know, if Laurie resisted, wouldn't they still know that Laurie was a warlock?And the mark on Laurie's body—etc., if it weren't for Cremar's ability to resist from the beginning, and the lives of most of his friends, Laurie might not have said anything, and they, even if they weren't aware of the "missing foot", would have thought that Laurie had been seduced by Hiric, Prince of the Dark Sun, and not his father, King Tara.

There really is a group of Shirek priests and believers here!

Adel and Afra suddenly glanced at each other, in the fifty years that Afra controlled Crefa, in order to prevent this child from making a mistake because of the power and power he suddenly had, Adel rarely left her left and right, lest something happen irreparably, and Afra, because Adel can be said to be the person whom his guardian believes and loves, is also full of tolerance for Adella, because both of them are very aware of each other's ideas and their completely different relationships, they can be said to have talked deeply several times rarely, and have a certain understanding of each other's temperament and ideas- And now, they are on the same page!

"Bait!" Afra shouted with Adair.

A priest of Rosada would never watch the filthy faith possessed by the enemies of the god of morning light spread unchecked and frantically and wildly, they would surely manage to destroy the seedlings of evil in their infancy, they would certainly ...... Some of the most powerful priests of Tara Rosada are here, if not all—and there is not even a temple or sanctuary of Rosada's own.

Yes, when they return, the priests of Rosada, and Adele, the king will definitely be subject to their harshest interrogation, although the priests of Rosada will not cast magic on a king, and the knights of Rosada will not directly point their spears and swords at the ruler of a country, but among the collateral descendants of the royal family of Tara, there are many more young people who still worship the god of morning light. Direct interference with worldly power by the spokesmen of the gods can be criticized, but a young man of noble blood fighting for his faith does not raise even the slightest doubt, as the story of a hero, who leads his knights in the favor of the gods to banish an evil lord or king, and eventually becomes a ruler himself, has always been an enduring classic.

The king of Tara would not have failed to think of this, either believing that it was impossible for them to go back, or that even if they did, they would not be able to shake the final fate.

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The light of the divine magic flickered gently on the body of the king's second son for a moment, and then disappeared, His Highness was still asleep, but his breathing was slightly calmer, and there was no regret on the faces of the king and queen, maybe such a result was normal for them, after all, disappointment after disappointment again and again was not a burden that mortals could bear.

The senior priest of Rosada looked at his old friend, feeling guilty, helpless, and a little anxious, but he really couldn't do anything now, it was worth comforting that the elves' water of life still had some effect on the king's second son, if necessary, the senior priest thought, they might try to ask the silvercrown jungle if they were missing, but the temple of Rosada just had something, so that they could have a long-term exchange, maybe the water of life could expel the toxins or curses from the little highness's body。

"Thank you," said the king, "friend." Then he turned to his wife: "I have something I want to tell him, can you stay here with our children?"

The queen had no objections, of course, and the king brought the senior pastor to his reception room, "Is there ouzo?" asked the senior pastor with some surprise.

"I've only liked this lately. The king said, "Don't you like it?"

"Feel free to do it. The senior pastor said, "It's just that your lungs haven't been very good lately, so it's better not to drink this strong-smelling alcohol." ”

"I'm getting old. The king said, "Sometimes I envy you, that if you have the favor of the gods, you can live forever young and healthy." ”

This statement made the senior pastor feel a slight displeasure: "I remember that you also wished to be the pastor of my God," and he said, "You should know that we did not believe in the glorious Rosada because of the favor we received." ”

"It's my fault. The king immediately apologized, and then he said, "Then please drink this wine, and count it as my apology." ”

The senior pastor did not suspect him and immediately drank the wine, but as the wine poured down his throat, he suddenly lost his breath. He glared at the king, a gurgling sound came out of his throat, but the king just lowered his head and gave up his place, and then, as if something had been opened, a cold and dark aura permeated the room, and a thin silver-blue thread buzzed and stretched in the air, and finally formed a shadow like a thin mist of light, and a tall black-clad mage strode into the room, and to the horror of the priest of Rosada, when the mage looked up, it was not a human face in the hood, but a skull. He reached out to the priest in Rosada who would have lost his hand bone if he hadn't drunk the ouzo that had been contaminated by Talona's priest, but now he grabbed the senior pastor by the jaw without any damage, forcing him to face him—the last image the senior priest saw was Bai Sensen's skull falling towards him.

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The king watched his old friend fall to the ground after being read his memory, although there was a considerable distance, he could still perceive that the other party was already a dead man, and he trembled a little, the other party's wide eyes seemed to accuse him of betrayal and blasphemy, but he still looked at the skeleton wrapped in black robes: "His ......"

"His soul is gone. The lich said, "He will not do even the slightest harm to what will happen to the next." ”

There was a sad look on the king's face, but it was fleeting.

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The senior priest of Rosada, who had not returned from the royal court until late at night, looked extremely tired and pale, with a pulled up hood that cast a shadow over his forehead.

His chief disciple greeted him at the door, but the senior pastor strangely only walked to the door and stopped walking, "Mentor, what's wrong," his disciple asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable about you?" The senior priest looked at him, and the disciple's words suddenly stopped, because he saw the pupils of the teacher, the pupils were solidified, and there was no change due to the light exposure, and he was about to shout, and another disciple next to him, who was a little tired from waiting, was already saying, "Please come in, Teacher." ”

The senior priest's head jerked up, and a terrifying aura swept through the senses of the chief disciple, and he couldn't move, and he couldn't open his mouth to warn the others, while the monster in his guru's skin had already walked in after being invited, his body smelling of muddy filth, and dark droplets of water were constantly dripping from his heels. In the middle of the night, in the courtyard of the sanctuary, the torches were flickering, and no one but the chief disciple could notice the difference in the teacher—before the monster had almost stepped out of the main disciple's field of vision and entered the abode of the believers and priests, the chief disciple's eyes and ears were bleeding—and at the frightened cries of the others, he turned around with difficulty, took a few stiff steps, leaped forward, hugged his mentor tightly, and threw him to the ground.

The priests were in an uproar, they rushed up, trying to separate the disciple from his mentor, but the chief disciple's hand was too tight, they couldn't separate the two people for a while, some shouted that the chief had suffered a curse, others thought he had just drunk, the chief disciple had clearly felt the stiffness under his fingers, he knew that his mentor was dead, and his heart was sad and anxious, because he still had no way to make a sound to warn the people around him.

Fortunately, among the priests, there was also a magic that he had practiced, and he threw this magic on the chief who was suspected of being cursed, and the chief's body trembled slightly, but to everyone's horror, it was the senior priest who had not resisted and spoke, his face melted in the light, and he let out a terrible cry from the sky, and then, before the priests could react, he took a hard bite and bit his favorite disciple, tearing off a large piece of flesh from his body。

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"The things that held us back are gone. A priest dressed in a dark purple velvet robe said, and then he made a "please" gesture to the king, his posture extremely graceful, but the king full of doubts.

"You said you could make me irrelevant. Said the king of Tara.

"Do you think anyone else who can recognize you from such a distance?" said the follower of Ciric impatiently, "This is the sincerity you must show, otherwise how would my god know that you have indeed turned your back on that false god and served my lord faithfully?"

The king looked at the soldiers around them, they had all been his, but now, look at those cold eyes, they were more like Ciric's, and the king knew that the priest of Ciric was much more dangerous than Rosada, and he hesitated to raise his longbow, put the lit arrow on it, and shot it out— The arrows landed no more than a dozen feet away, like the shot of a weak-armed woman, but as the priest of Ciric had said, all they wanted was a gesture from the king, so that their one true god might mock his sworn enemy, Rosada.

What really set Rosada's temple and sanctuary on fire was the soldiers' arrows, dipped in white phosphorus, which burned violently as soon as they fell to the ground.

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"Kill me, kill me!" shouted the chief disciple, his shoulder was dripping with blood, the dead mentor had been destroyed in magic and flames, but he could smell the stench of death on his body, he was doomed to die, but the other priests were unwilling to give up. But now, there was no time for an argument - a dagger suddenly appeared and pierced the head of the chief disciple, and he fell on his back with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing!" a priest yelled at the ugly chicken, "We can heal him!"

"If you could, he wouldn't let you kill him. The ugly chicken said calmly, she had heard enough of such words. The light of the flames shone on her ugly face, making her look like a deformed beast, but her eyes and words suppressed all impetuous and frightened hearts for a moment: "Don't you understand, this is war! If you don't want to see more death and sacrifice, children, move!"