Darkness reigned over the corridor.

The large, heavy idol fell so smoothly that it barely stirred up dust.

The idol blocked Eli Adam, although there was only the last bit of divine power left, it was not easy to break, at least for the time being, Eli Adam, who was greatly weakened.

"Aha, we made it!" Sherlock didn't just let out a cheer. "We actually repelled the Silver Knight?"

Was it Shventam just now? I've been there for so long, why doesn't He ignore me? Does He also look at faces? Sazastan was a little puzzled at first, and then began to praise Wu Xin and them: "Yes, yes, the warlock's face is really good. ”

"Cassano, you've done a good job, and I know you're the most loyal and brave."

"Sherlock, you fat lackey, not bad!"

Wu Xin was so muffled that he couldn't speak, and after vomiting a lot, he gasped for a long time before he could barely sit down.

He was now cold, his teeth chattering.

Obviously he was in the warm Mediterranean, but Wu Xin felt as if he was surrounded by the waters of the Arctic Ocean.

"Even if you get the energy absorber, Eli Adam is still stronger than me, but it's good that you summoned that drow god to interfere with him, otherwise we would all have to die." Cassano tried to comfort Wu Xin, and then looked at Sazastan, who was praising everyone, with some strange looks.

Even for the rest of his life, this is not like what Sazastan would do, and in Cassano's imagination, the red-robed mage should have said calmly and majestically at this time: "Well, it's okay, but it could be better." ’

Sazastan, who had finished praising everyone, was carnivaling: "Ahaha, Lao Tzu is free, the red-robed mage is the most powerful, and the red-robed mage will not die." ”

"How's your state?" Cassano asked cautiously.

"How's my status?" Sazastan's voice was puzzled, "Of course everything is normal, no, it's good, it's very good, it's never been so good." ”

At this time, a spider crawled onto Wu Xin's body and burrowed into his clothes and turned into a barrel.

"I see, no wonder Side Tam will help you, there is really a secret spider that is not broken, it was given to you by the emperor?" Seeing the treasure that had been drilled into Wu Xin's arms and turned into a barrel state again, Sazastan let out a question. "Which generation of Drow Town Mages made it?"

His words reassured Cassano slightly, some things had changed, but the strong curiosity and desire to learn were still there.

This secret spider is indeed a very important part of this rescue.

From the first day he was sent here to be imprisoned, Sazastan had been worried about the statue, in fact, the blasting plan was a very helpless choice, and the tunnel would probably not be able to withstand the explosion, burying the rescue team deeply.

It was only because Sazastan's heart was about to lose its grip that I made this decision.

"It wasn't given to me by the emperor, I don't know who made it." He held the skeleton up in his hand so he could see the barrel.

"That's what His Royal Highness the Regent gave you? Nor is it? In any case, I still appreciate it, this fat man is indeed his lackey, yes. Oh, you don't have to, I can fly. The skeleton said as he rose from Wu Xin's hand and tried to get into Wu Xin's clothes, but after flying alone for less than a few seconds, the pale flame in his eyes began to become unstable, and then the skeleton fell back down.

Then he tried to lift off again, but it quickly fell, and Sazastan let out a frantic voice: "Damn, I should be a demigod lich now, why can't I fly?!" ”

"Your Excellency Sazastan, don't try again, it's a lot of attrition, and you have lost several teeth in such a short flight." Sherlock, the fat lackey, said loyally as he dragged Cassano in tow.

"You damn thing, the magic you turned into a lich was bought from your church, a whole seventy-five thousand thalers." Sazastan gave up on the Secret Spider and pounced on Sherlock, giving him a headbutt. "Didn't you tell me that within a few days of dying, I would be reborn at the Death Box? But how is it that half of my soul will be fixed to the original **? Almost I became the believer of the two hundred and five in the dark sun?! ”

"Seventy-five thousand thalers aren't just magic, we're selling solutions. Without the help of our church's hermage mages, you wouldn't be able to perform the magic of transforming the lich alone, and we won't be able to give you those rare spellcasting materials at a cost price. Besides, you did come back to life anyway, didn't you?! "As a good after-sales person, Sherlock certainly doesn't admit that there is a problem with his product, and he tries to explain why his product is different from the advertisement." Although it may seem a little different from the lich of the ancient Roman Empire, it is true that you have been resurrected and successfully become a lich, and no mage has been able to do this in many years since the fall of the goddess of magic. ”

"Half of it is combined with the life box, half of the soul stays in the body, and I almost became a brainless fan of the dark sun, and it took such a big move to escape from the cage, do you call this success?!" Sazastan did not appreciate it, and was obviously extremely dissatisfied with Sherlock's after-sales service. "Don't tell me about the cost price, I don't know what the so-called cost price of you Jews is? And isn't the life box reusable, why was it destroyed in one go?! This life box was made for me by my master with her son's essence blood, and it cost this kid ten years of life, although his life is still long, but now that my master is gone, where do you tell me to find the next life box?! ”

'What?! Wu Xin prayed in his heart that this master's son was not his own, but considering this gem and his strange resonance and storage method, Wu Xin felt that the hope was too small, and these eight achievements were his own essence and blood.

Sherlock really couldn't help it, he said in a very helpless tone: "We really provided the absolutely correct formula, Your Highness Sazastan, who can deceive you on the matter of magic, Your Highness Sazastan, you are already the only lich who has successfully transformed in the past thousand years, please be satisfied." ”

"Satisfied? If it were so easy to satisfy, I wouldn't have been the only lich to have been transformed in a thousand years. Sazastan's words made sense, and he pounced on them and gnawed and bitten.

In the darkness, Sherlock let out a scream, but Sazastan didn't really hit hard.

"You have to make it up to me! The Mt. Insistence must compensate me! After tossing and turning for a while, Sazastan seemed to calm down a little. First of all, I want a full refund, and secondly, you have to compensate me for the 100,000 thaler worth of spell casting materials! Plus a scroll of ninth-level magic, which I haven't learned. ”

Wu Xin's heart sank, what a sky-high offer, he had to suspect that Sazastan was not angry at all, his performance was just a negotiation strategy.

However, Cassano was a little muttered, and the red-robed Sazastan he remembered was not such a style even if he played with negotiations............

The eternally cold and arrogant red-robed Zhenguo, the greatest mage Sazastan, hopes nothing will go wrong..........

"With such a huge number, I have no right to agree on behalf of the Order." As Wu Xin expected, Sherlock really didn't refuse. "But if Your Highness, you share with me the experience gained from being a lich, and check it with some of our church's records, appropriate compensation is not negotiable. I use the emblem of the gods in the book of wisdom as a guarantee that I will definitely give a reasonable price. ”

"I certainly have no reason not to believe in the Lord of the End of All Things." Sazastan clearly trusted Sherlock, which shows that he was really just bargaining, and he understood exactly why the Lich transformation was so difficult. "But in terms of price, you have to be sincere!"

Sazastan then jumped back from Sherlock's shoulder back to Wu Xin's, and although it couldn't fly, it was okay to jump over a short distance.

"Don't waste your potion, he can't die, at least not temporarily." Sazastan saw that Wu Xin was going to feed Cassano a healing potion and said that there was no need. "Eli Adam's strength is damaged, those few blows are not a big injury to the existence of a half-step protector like him, his problems are lungs and respiratory tract."

Despite what he said, Wu Xin still insisted on pouring a bottle of "treatment for minor injuries" for Cassano.

Cassano also knew that he was not mortally injured, but he still accepted Wu Xin's kindness: "There is still a battle next, didn't you hear the guys on the beach who want us to give an explanation?" ”

They were close to the exit and could hear the roars of the people on the beach shouting for the Mother of Plague to punish the cultists of the Mother of Plague and to kill all the Italians.

They clamor that the Italians colluded with the Mother of the Plague, and there must be an account.

"I'll continue to intercept Eli Adam later." Cassano thought Eli Adam would soon chase him down, and it was not impossible to jump off the tower with his strength. "If I die, please ask you to take care of Cesare in Vienna in the future, and find him something that will stimulate the power of the bloodline, his surname is now Sibo............"

"Cesare Cibo? Did you choose that name? Sazastan's voice suddenly carried a little mixed emotions that were difficult to hide. He can't go back to Vienna now. ”

Wu Xin's psychology is a little uncomfortable, inheriting the property that he doesn't know very well is not important to him, but it is very important not to let those who harm him inherit the property.

It's just that for the time being, he really doesn't have enough strength, but the strength will be, Wu Xin is sure.

"So what to do, we can't get along on the island of Malta now." Cassano felt that the situation was still very bad, "The people of the island treat us as street rats, and if the ins and outs of this matter are explained to the people, it is not that we can't get along, the entire knights can't get along, and the emperor won't want to see this situation." ”

Cassano trusted Sazastan a lot, but he was a little unconfident now, and the lich's mental state made him feel déjà vu.

Fortunately, Sazastan did not disappoint: "Don't worry, the emperor and the regent quarrel will quarrel, but in terms of intrigue and trickery, they will not lose to anyone." Cesare should have a bigger stage, and it is true that he can't take back his rightful property for the time being, but how can the palm-sized island of Malta be worthy of a prince? ”

……………….

The beach was crowded with angry crowds and members of the French-speaking group chanting all sorts of praises.

"You make it, you end it."

"You are the past and the future."

"Praise be to Thee, my only Lord, my Father who is in heaven.................."

Not far from the beach, members of the Spanish group also gathered, and they were also praising Ciric.

Although many of them were skeptical and hesitant about the situation, Ciric, who led the Reconquest, had deep roots and great support in Spain, and it was impossible for the Spaniards not to support Ciric in public.

But there was more than just piety in the air, more people were cursing and shouting for the death of heretics.

Meredi closed her eyes, and all the cheers and shouts around her were gone, and she saw her son again.

The eyes haven't been opened yet, and the little meat ball that will only cry is looking for her breasts.

Kevinte, who can't run yet, can only climb, knocks out a big bag on the wall.

Kevinte, who was knee-high, was hugging her and laughing.

He drew his sword for the first time.

He fell in love for the first time.

He fought for the first time.

Every minute and every second that belonged to their mother and son, Meredi remembered it so clearly and so painfully.

"They're out! Heresy is out! ”

Wu Xin had barely seen their heads out of the water when they were spotted by the angry populace and members of the Francophone group.

Meredi clenched the dagger in her sleeve, feeling the power that Ciric had just given her.

She is confident that even Cassano in his prime is no match for her, and she is now not much worse than Eli Adam.

Not to mention that Cassano, who is now being dragged out, looks like he only has half a life, and although Eli Adam didn't get things done, he didn't completely fail to help.

And that little warlock and fat merchant, Meredi was confident that she could pinch them to death with one hand.

But why did they raid the commander-in-chief?

Meredi looked up and saw Eli Adam poking his head out of the balcony, and it was clear that nothing had happened to the head of the regiment.

That one was Cardinal Gonzaga.

However, there is still a cardinal of Picomini who didn't see it, and something really happened?

Eli Adam shaking her head slightly?

'Waste. ’

Meledi scolded in her heart,

After becoming Ciric's chosen one, her relationship with the gods changed qualitatively, not only surpassing the protector in one fell swoop, but also feeling the death of a nearby cardinal.

But it didn't matter, Meredi quickly stopped thinking about the reason for the matter, she only thought about the balance of power.

The strength of the Spanish group was already slightly inferior, and now that it has lost its lead, there is definitely no way to stop itself from controlling everything.

Despite this, she kept the troops of the French group on alert, spying on the Spaniards, and dealing with Wu Xin and them, and it was enough for her to do it herself.

Of course, the mob can also play a role, and Meredi still hopes to kill Wu Xin and them in the chaos.

"That's him, that's Sherlock."

"Kill him, kill this demon who wants to pollute our food with feces."

The angry crowd rushed towards Wu Xin and them, and Cassano struggled to pick up his sword as if to resist in vain.

At the same time, the Spanish group reacted, and several Spanish knights commanded their subordinates to form a battle formation against the French group.

"Hmph, looking for death?"

Attorney General Kevent, who lost his mind from the loss of his son, drew his weapon without hesitation.