Cheryl's distress post on the caster's forum had already reached hundreds of people, and they had actually arrived in the alley behind Crock's wand shop, and there were a total of twenty-seven spellcasters who participated in the limited-time event to save the 'Sister Skotan', plus six dwarves who had come from the Hearthstone Tavern to join in the fun.

This great battle, even if the power of the heretical inquisitors of the Church is so deceitful that it is impossible to overcome it with two inquisitors and a presiding judge.

Not to mention that the caster who blocked them in the alleyway was not an apprentice......

The magic of the riot was intertwined throughout the alley, and the three inquisitors didn't even have room to escape, the light of the inscription dispelled the darkness in the alley, and the spells that came from all directions directly made these inquisitors understand what it meant to be 'waiting for renewal in the middle of the night, but they didn't wait for the whole night'.

The space in the alley was already small, and it was even more chaotic when it was filled with all kinds of magic, and this chaos attracted the attention of Nolan's law enforcement team in just a few minutes.

The severity of the conflict in the alley could well escalate to a struggle between two underground associations......

'Nolan's law enforcement team is here!' 'Respondent: Short-touch wand.

'Slipped. 'Respondent: The One Who Bears the Fire.

'Now that Sister Skatean is safe, stop and don't let the dispute continue to escalate. 'Respondent: Grey and White Owl.

The Grey Owl is also well-known in the caster forums, because all casters who land on the magic net with the purpose of 'studying magic' and 'academic discussion' know the Grey Owl and know the identity of the Grey Owl in reality.

So, at the call of the gray owl, the casters in the alley maintained an astonishing degree of discipline and chose to leave the place of strife after throwing a few more destructive spells at the three Inquisitors who had been trapped by a large amount of binding magic......

After a baptism of magic from hundreds of different systems, the entire alley was in shambles, and the presiding judge emerged from a pile of ruins, his clothes in tatters and his face covered with scorched marks.

When he was surrounded by spellcasters, he took the lead in casting a protective spell on himself, but these spells had no effect at all, and after holding on for less than a few seconds, he was completely crushed by the dense magic bombardment.

In the seconds he had lost his protection, he didn't have time to make any evasive movements, the oncoming binding magic deprived him of the ability to move, and the lightning and scorching flames that fell from the sky almost burned his body to charcoal.

But in the end, the presiding judge survived... By inhuman strength.

"Sipp, there's one more!"

The presiding judge rose from the rubble, he had never been so embarrassed in his life since he joined the church, and the serious injuries on his body were estimated to take more than a month to repair.

The presiding judge swept through the ruins of the alley, and only found one inquisitor, his injuries were also very serious, and a thick layer of frost had condensed on one side of his body, and it seemed that in the chaotic attack just now, he had eaten a high-level frost system magic solidly.

"I don't know... Albert he was attacked by the dwarves, and those... Abominable dwarves. ”

The Inquisitor, known as Sipp, attempted to repair his body with the gray mist, but half of his arm was completely necrotic.

But what happened to him was okay, as Albert, the Inquisitor who operated with him, was attacked by a horde of dwarves after being imprisoned by a spellcaster using binding magic.

The dwarves were clearly drunk, and still drunk, and without using any weapons, they directly pressed the inquisitor to the ground with their fists, and their lives were still uncertain.

"Leave him alone, I'll go back to church... That filthy betrayer will pay for it. ”

The Inquisitor leaned against the wall and walked out of it, he still hadn't figured out how Cheryl had summoned so many powerful spellcasters, as well as dwarves, in such a short period of time!

But maybe he won't understand it in his life.

A cold aura suddenly overflowed from behind him, and the presiding judge subconsciously raised the staff in his hand, but he found that the staff in his hand had been broken in half, and there were still some scorched marks on it.

Without the casting props, he was about to release the spell with his bare hands, when a pair of slender hands suddenly grabbed the inquisitor's neck, the fingers of these hands were far twice as long as ordinary humans, but there was no flesh attached to them.

The presiding judge was greeted by a flame of soul, and he realized that the presence that appeared before him was an undead... It was the last thought on his mind.

Badly wounded, he was no match for this undead spirit, and the smell of death permeated the entire alley.

When Nolan's enforcers arrived inside the alley, all they saw was a mess, but no bodies were found.

………………

Ten minutes later.

After escaping from the alley, Josiu and Ciri are invited by the Grey Man to go to the Mage's Tower, where he lives.

Before leaving, Qiao Xiu left the seriously injured Cheryl in the care of Ciri, and in the confusion, he went to pick up the beautiful nun.

It's just because the nun looks heavier... Although Ciri doesn't believe it.

The Gray-Cloaked Mage's Tower is located in the center of Nolan, and only a few spellcasters standing on top of Nolan are eligible to own the Mage Tower in Nolan, and when Qiao Xiu pushes the door and walks in, he can feel a large number of inscriptions surrounding the tower.

It's just that the scenery inside the tower is a little dirty, a large number of unknown books have been piled up on the ground for a long time and no one has cleaned them, and when Qiao Xiu walked into the tower, hundreds of pairs of eyes instantly stared at Qiao Xiu in the dark.

Owl... The tower was inhabited by hundreds of owls, all of which had noticed the presence of these strangers.

"Put the little girl who is more seriously injured on that bed, and pay attention to a nest of owl eggs at the head of the bed, don't crush it!" The Grey Man said to Ciri.

Ciri walked over to the bed and slowly laid Cheryl on the bed, her injuries were severe... Despite being unconscious, she still coughed, and Ciri's chest clothes were stained with a lot of Cheryl's blood.

"Old fellow! Are you buried in a pile of books? The Grey Man shouted loudly at the upper level of the Mage Tower.

"Not yet..."

The Archbishop of the Church, the Desireless, walked out of a shadow in the Mage's Tower on crutches, and during this time he had been working on 'programming' with the Grey Cloak, rarely returning even to the tavern and Nolan's chapel, occasionally going to the Spellcaster's Forum to pass the time.

He walked to the side of the bed on crutches and looked at Cheryl, who was covered in scars......

"Was it a bad decision to let her return to the Holy City?"

A large number of pale golden inscriptions overflowed from the hands of the Desireless, and the healing power of holy light covered Cheryl's body.