Wolf Toe rarely took such a risk, but this time he had to, because the only one missing the most damned one of all the dead people - he was alive, then the mission was a failure. Wolf Toe is not smart, but the leader of the guild has clearly told him that the guild's tolerance for him is based on every successful mission, and if he fails once, then he will be stripped of his privileges and punished himself- Wolftoe had seen punished guild members, sometimes he and his animal tools were executors, and he didn't want to try them for himself, and he was lucky, he wasn't a lonely man, his father was a priest, he had seen so-called spellcasters in guilds and missions, they weren't as invulnerable as stupid commoners or slaves thought, his father had his head and limbs cut off with a double-edged axe, and the spellcasters, they were too weak to resist a small dagger.

He managed to hide his movements in the flames, the smoke, and the churning and howling of the wolf, but the smoke was so annoying that they kept tickling his eyes and throat like hairy little hands, and at the last step he coughed uncontrollably, but fortunately it was enough distance for him to slash the axe through the fragile little white neck.

His favorite axe, which can cut down a lime tree with a thick bowl in one fell swoop, is not a human bowl, but an orc bowl.

The axe slashed at the raised arm, and the wolf toe blinked in confusion, but he did not panic, he knew that the sharp axe would cut off the arm, and then go down, the neck, and maybe half of the shoulder.

But the bloody sight he imagined didn't happen, and the arm of the white-robed caster (Wolftoe had thought he was also a priest at first) was unbroken, and it turned around and grabbed the junction of the axe and the wooden handle, pushing it away from Wolftoe's face with a tremendous force, and then the black-haired caster's other hand appeared in front of Wolftoe.

Something had ripped his strength out of the wolf's toe's body, and he fell heavily and straight, eyes wide open, saliva pouring out of his open mouth.

He was alive, he could still breathe, he could make sounds, but he couldn't move, not even shake his little finger.

Cremar was stingy to give the ugly orc a second look, stepping on the flaming bodies of the she-wolf and the young wolf to check on Adel.

Adel kneeling in the senior pastor's ...... On the side of his body, he tried in vain to plug the gurgling and bleeding tooth hole with his fingers, but the blood still spilled out of his palm, the senior priest looked at him, at his young disciple, he might have wanted to say something, but the voice slipped through the ruptured trachea, he might still want to hold Adelle's hand, or stroke his hair, but as we knew, human power would flow with blood, and he had to look at Adel and look at him until the last trace of life shone out of those cloudy eyes.

Cremar rolled his eyes.

He figured he would never get used to this.

The caster searched the senior priest's cave, which he remembered was near Adelle's cave, where the medicine Cremar had brought was hidden, and he found it, and got inside, it was dark and wet, but luckily the powder and potion were in small bottles.

As he came out, he heard a faint voice crying for help, and the caster dispersed the smoke from where the sound came from, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there was still someone alive, a child about to transform from a boy into a teenager, the apprentice of the priest Rosada, his face was torn and flesh blurred, and his body was too, but he was still alive.

For some reason, Adele's eyes became a little strange when he saw the apprentice: "It's still ...... Is anyone still alive?" he asked in a hoarse voice, his eyes red as if they were about to drip blood.

"He, and a half-orc. Cremar said, "You." ”

Adel looked at the apprentice in silence, and the apprentice lowered his eyes in cringe, groaning, partly because the pain was really unbearable, and partly out of fear - a despicable traitor's fear of the betrayed, he knew that this black-haired spellcaster who was always dressed in white was a friend of Adel, and he might refuse to treat him at Adelle's request, or out of anger, and leave him here to die.

But Adel didn't say anything, he accepted Cremar's help in silence, and then watched as he gave the same treatment to his apprentice.

"What's the matter with orcs?" he asked when everything was ready.

"Suddenly appeared and tried to cut off my head with an axe. Cremar replied simply, dragging the carcass of a young wolf under the apprentice's neck, the elven's powder and potion worked wonders, his face was gradually healing, but his nose and lips certainly could not come back, and his teeth and gums were exposed.

The orc was still lying in place, and Adel looked at him for a moment, then lowered his knees with difficulty and rummaged over him.

"What are you looking for?"

"The mark of the guild. Adel said wearily, "Do me a favor, cut his clothes and look at his shoulders or chest." ”

"I'm just an ordinary adventurer. "I only occasionally come over to take a look at it with curiosity." ”

"And then find out that my head doesn't quite match your aesthetic?" said Cremar scoffed.

"An ordinary adventurer would not wear a woolen coat and a silk shirt, lizardskin boots, a gold chain, and an axe and dagger with stainless steel. Adel said, a cloud of shadow passing over his eyes.

Wolf Toe closed his mouth, and Cremar slit his clothes, but they couldn't find anything but dirty skin and foul fur.

"An ordinary adventurer has the right to dress up beautifully. Wolftoe shamelessly insisted, "There can also be a few weapons for self-preservation." ”

"Do you believe him?" asked Adel Cremar.

Cremar shook his head.

Adair pulled out the dagger that belonged to the wolf's toe, gasped, and placed its cold blade on his eyelids, "I don't believe it either. ”

When Cremar returned to Grey Ridge, the faint morning light was becoming brighter and brighter, the river of starlight was rippling with gold, and the otter sat on the wooden mound at the water's edge to comb his fur, and chirped at the sight of him.

The lich who had regained control of his body had already sensed that someone was waiting for him when he was still nearly a hundred feet away from his dwelling, but he did not expect that it would be Kerribben.

"I have bad news for you. The lich said bluntly.

"I also have a ...... Not so good news for you. Carey Ben said.

Cremar pulled the almost burnt feather from his bosom and handed it to him, "I'm sorry," said the lich insincerely, "for an unintentional mistake." ”

Goshura screamed again and again when she saw Kerribben, but this time not in panic but in anger.

"That's the bad news you mean?" said Kerryben, holding Goshura in his hand.

"It's a pity," said the lich, "no. Kerribben – the priests of Rosada, the pastors," he added, "were attacked by a pack of wolves. ”

He looked into the elf's blue eyes: "Only two people survived, Adele, and one apprentice, and the others died. ”

"Accident?"

"Nope. The lich pulled a finger out of his pocket, the thick black hair had been shaved clean, and the gray-blue tattoo marks were visible—a grid of dense diagonal lines.

"A guild of thieves called 'Finenet', who have been entrusted with a good pay, the giant wolf they sent a thief lured from the north side of the Storm Cliff, a half-orc with priestly blood, their leader, and their mind. ”

"Whose commission?"

"A pawn has no right to know. The lich said, "But Adel knows." ”

Kerry looked up, and he read the name from Cremar's dark eyes.

"They don't pose a threat to anyone anymore. ”

"Some people are a threat to live. Said the lich.

“...... What about the thief?"

"Killed by Adele. "It's long, it's painful.

Goshulaga cried out, and for a moment it was the only sound left between the two.

"The ...... of the Dead"

"They have been given rest. "The hiding place dug for themselves by Rosada's former servants became their tombs, and it took a long time and effort for Cremar and Adel to gather and cleanse them.

"And," said the lich, "I thank you and Perrant and apologize for the kindness he had to live up to your kindness—he is leaving here." ”

"Leave, and where can he go?"

"North, perhaps," said the lich, "I suppose there will be a place where neither good nor evil can be found." ”

"Oh, by the way," the former undead asked curiously, "what's that not-so-good news for you?"

Kerribben paused, and he pulled out a scroll of silver cylinders from his side: "Message from a messenger sent by the lord of the White Tower and the Partridge Hills." ”

"Anrui and Demont are about to sign a marriage contract and become husband and wife, and we are invited to the White Pagoda to observe and witness. ”

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