Rollin looked at the others, and saw that they were still immersed in the joy brought by the skull Blanc, and even His Majesty the Pope could not see the slightest abnormality on his face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Soul Transmission!"

Suddenly, Luo Lin reacted, this kind of transmission, Luo Lin and the donkey Xiao Hei and Uncle Kus have used it I don't know how many times, of course, the donkey Xiao Hei is Luo Lin's magical beast, and Uncle Kus and him have a magical white stone connection, so there is no level limit on their soul transmission.

And in the general sense, soul transmission can only be mastered by reaching the ninth level of magicians or martial artists or above, for example, Thomas has transmitted his soul to him before, but Thomas can pass it on to him, and his cultivation is still far behind, but it can't be transmitted back.

At this moment, he and the Pope of Light are also like this, the other party, as a powerhouse at the level of the Holy Domain, can naturally transmit his soul at will, but Luo Lin is only a seventh-level magician, but he can't transmit the sound back, so he has to nod at the other party without a trace.

"Rollin, what you said to Arlando before, after returning from the Mayan Mountains, you will choose a force to join it, I think you should have a plan in your heart, when we meet next time, I hope you can give me a clear answer, of course, the emperor very much hopes that you can join this Light Alliance organization in this land that gave birth to you and raised you. At this point, the Light Pope's voice came to an abrupt end.

Through the transmission of the Pope of Light, as well as the strange words and deeds of him and Thomas to the mutated undead just now, Luo Lin faintly felt that the Pope of Light should attach great importance to the Plane Medicine Valley he went to, perhaps, he knew something about the situation, in front of Arlando and other Sacred Domain powerhouses, the Pope of Light did not want to 'Zhang Yang' this matter, so he chose this way.

However, Luo Lin couldn't guess what His Majesty the Pope was thinking at the moment, so he simply pushed the boat down the river, and when he was busy with his own affairs in the future, when he met the Pope of Light alone, he would know.

Next, everyone said a few more words, and the Light Pope coughed lightly and said, "Lorraine, how is your injury now?"

"Thank you for your concern, the two injuries on my body are no longer serious. Luo Lin hurriedly said respectfully.

With the healing potion given by Thomas, Rollin took out some of it himself, and dealt with the injuries under his ribs and forehead, during the time when everyone was chatting, Rollin's injuries had recovered to seventy-seven eighty-eight.

The reason why he recovered so quickly was because of the good effect of the potion, and the other was that Luo Lin was fundamentally not too seriously injured, so he recovered so quickly.

"Now that you're almost recovered, I think you should put away all the undead, and we should go back too. Pope Christine said lightly.

Rollin stood up as soon as he agreed, and successively put away the skull Blank, the fire dragon, the colorful swallowing python, the golden retriever rat king, the little skeleton Brian, and the dwarven undead.

Of course, after such a battle, the dwarf undead have lost as many as ten, so that the number of dwarf undead in Luo Lin, excluding the one who took care of the medicine garden in the Martial God Tower, is now only fifteen, in addition, the giant undead was also completely destroyed in this battle, and the undead of the little skeleton Brian, although they were not hung up, but they were also hung up on their bodies.

Among them, the most serious injury was of course the fire dragon that resisted the sword qi for Luo Lin, and after being smeared by Luo Lin with some 'queen bee marrow', a medicine with a strong repair function, it was put into the seven-colored secret room on the seventh floor of the Martial God Tower, and let it heal.

There is no way, the wound on the fire dragon's body is too big, if you use the queen marrow to smear it all, I'm afraid, it will not be enough to use all the queen marrow that Luo Lin has stored for many years, and the effect of the queen bee pith is no longer so obvious for this eighth-level undead, so Luo Lin just smeared the heavier part of the wound on the fire dragon's body, and it was fine.

According to Luo Lin's estimate, if this fire dragon wants to fully recover from its injuries, it may not be possible in a few years, this is his first flying demonic beast, he didn't expect it, he just flew it for a distance in the dimensional medicine valley, and then it was 'scrapped'.

After Luo Lin collected all the undead men he carried, he looked at the Dark Moon White Tiger and the Purple Wolf King left behind by Mosul, these undead had also lost a lot when they fought with their undead men before, and now there were only more than ten of them left, a total of about thirty seventh-level demonic beast undead.

"Rollin, don't look at it, you can take these undead, in addition to you, only Thomas is a necromancer, but these seventh-level undead, he can't use a ninth-level necromancer!" Seeing that Rollin looked at them, Pope Christine opened his mouth and lightly assigned these thirty or so seventh-level demonic beast undead to Rollin.

Not to mention, now Luo Lin, there is indeed a shortage of undead subordinates, so he is not polite, and with a wave of his arm, he is to bring these thirty or so seventh-level demonic beast undead into the undead space.

Since Mosul has fled, his undead subordinates are like kittens and puppies that have lost their owners, although they still have the imprint of Mosul in their souls, but the constraints on them at this moment are much weaker, under the strong collection of the undead space that has evolved into the seventh level, they are still forcibly taken in, and when there is time in the future, Luo Lin will slowly refine them.

In the end, the only surviving undead in the field was a lone 'smiling tiger'.

Fortunately, he was only a sixth-level undead, and when Mosul gave the order to attack before, he didn't fancy his combat strength at all, and he didn't ask him to attack forcibly, and Rollin deliberately avoided the attack on him, so in the end, the smiling tiger with only the sixth-level undead strength actually survived.

Glancing at the smiling tiger with a somewhat complicated look, Luo Lin then cast the undead sacrifice magic......

The Smiling Tiger was only a sixth-level undead, and it was still very easy for Rollin, a seventh-level necromancer, to subdue it, but when it came to knowing the Mark of Mosul, it took some effort, and the subsequent collection was completed in a moment.

Immediately, under the gaze of the Pope and others, Rollin probed the memory of the smiling tiger......

"It was exactly what I expected......"

In a few breaths, Rollin was finished, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath and said softly.

"How's it going, Rollin, how did you find out exactly where these Dark Alliance thieves found your whereabouts?" asked Archbishop Arrando first.

It turned out that when they were talking just now, many high-level leaders of the Bright Alliance mentioned how Aqina Seth Hei and others accurately located Luo Lin, and then Luo Lin said that the exposure of his whereabouts was very likely to be related to the sixth-level undead of the Smiling Tiger, and now Luo Lin sacrificed it and probed his memory, several high-level leaders of the Light Alliance couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Well, the nose, it's all the nose that is in trouble, and the exposure of my whereabouts is related to his nose......" Under the gaze of everyone, Rollin said a sentence that made everyone a little confused. (To be continued.) )