Seeing Gondor's words, everyone was shocked.

"What?!, you killed Alan Vena?"

"Could it be that his escape prop escaped to the Thracian mission camp?"

"Impossible! That light is bright in the northern sky, and the Thracian mission is stationed in the east!"

"Are you going to kill the wrong person?"

In the midst of the chaos, Gondor sighed and said, "I just heard the Thracian ambassador say that he asked Alain Vina to go to the Prett workshop to investigate, and if the conditions go well, he will simply kill the Prets - so I stabbed him to death, understand?"

Only then did everyone understand that it was a mistake.

Wrong...... To be mistaken, Alainvina would come to the Pret workshop, and that was indeed the ambassador's idea.

"Well killed!" said Pratt viciously, "Kill!"

"Yes, damn it!" Panda agreed.

"Kill +1!"

"Seconded!"

“＋２！”

A crowd seconded it, and there was no one who disapproved of Gondor's sword.

After a while, Pratt became worried again: "The Thracian ambassador died like this, will something serious happen?"

"No matter how big it is, it won't be bigger than Alain Vina being seriously injured and escaping back. Wang Tuhao said, "You can rest assured, Richard will not have the heart to come to you again." ”

"That's right, Alain Wiener has lost half his life, and there's no way Richard would have the guts to trouble you again - now he's going to worry about us going for trouble with him!" Panda laughed wickedly.

He looked around and asked, "I'm going to go to Thracian City to see if I can find Aranvina and kill him, or if I can assassinate Richard." Which of you would like to go with you?"

More than a dozen voices replied in a haphazard manner, and many simply raised their hands.

The panda turned his head to look at Pratt: "Let's go, the construction progress of the Crystal Palace will probably slow down a lot......"

"It's okay, it's business!" Prett interrupted, replying solemnly.

The panda nodded, used the command to return to the city, and the whole person turned into a golden light and disappeared without a trace.

A moment later, a large group of people came to the human cannon.

"Are you sure you're going to Thrace City?" asked Uncle Voliber, who was in charge of the human cannons, "so many?"

"That's right, we're going to trouble Richard, and there aren't enough people. Panda replied.

Volibell thought for a moment and smiled: "Find trouble with that tyrant? I'm in favor of it! Go and slash him too, that bastard deserves a thousand cuts!"

He and Panda went to observe the Battle of Layton and witnessed the devastation of the village of Layton after being slaughtered by the Thracian army. It's been a long time, but he's been thinking about it. Now the traversers are going to trouble Richard, and he just hates not to go with him!

A moment later, a figure pierced the night sky and whizzed away.

At about three o'clock in the evening, the traversers, who had recovered from their weakened state, gathered at a farm not far from Thrace City.

"What are we going to do?" asked Redding the Lionman, "Shall we go in now?" or wait until tomorrow to infiltrate and do it at night?"

"Tomorrow night, of course. Panda smiled, "Anyway, Alain Vina is so badly injured, it can't be cured in a day." We have nothing to lose by waiting one more day. ”

While they were talking, the Thracian palace was in chaos.

The Assassin Instructor, His Excellency Alan Vena, had just advanced to the Legends, but he was knocked with a stick on his first exit, and he came back covered in blood and dying breath. When he appeared in the palace's secret teleportation array, it was as if he had been fished out of the blood water, and he was about to stop breathing.

The guards guarding the secret teleportation array were almost frightened to death, and they quickly took out the highest level of healing potions, but even the precious elixir that could temporarily relieve the dead could not completely cure Alanvina. Most of the wounds on his body healed, but there was one that ran through his left shoulder and refused to heal.

...... That's the effect of the "Bloodthirsty Throwing Knife" skill, and the injuries it causes are not healed.

For players, "ineffective healing" is nothing more than a one-time hanging. But for Alanvina, such an injury was like putting another straw on the back of a camel that was already on the verge of being crushed to death, and it almost killed him.

Fortunately, by this time the news had reached the king, and King Richard immediately arrived with his close priests. That priest's strength was extraordinary, and his experience was even more sophisticated, and when he saw this situation, he asked the Ice Sword Saint to take action, cut off all the flesh and bones around the wound that could not be healed, and then cast a spell to treat it.

The trick finally worked, and Alanvina's injuries were healed. But his situation wasn't much better—dozens of different powers had invaded his body, and there were several different schools of thought in the means of the curse effect alone. The skilled priest carefully diagnosed him, and the more he diagnosed, the more solemn his face became, and finally the master, who had more than once rescued the man who was about to die, shook his head and said, "His condition is too complicated for me to treat." ”

"Don't you dare to cure?" Richard asked, wonderingly, "Why?"

"He ...... inside There are fourteen or fifteen different forces that I have discovered alone, some of which are mutually reinforcing, and some of which are in conflict with each other. Now the forces were barely balanced, so he could stay alive—or rather, hang himself with a healing potion. The priest replied, "If I act rashly and upset the balance......

He didn't say any more, just shook his head and sighed.

Of course, Richard understood what he meant, frowned and asked, "Then who do you think might have the ability to treat?"

"I don't know, but I'll get an archbishop first. ”

So the guards left the palace urgently and invited the archbishop of the Church of the God of War, who had a good relationship with the royal family.

The gray-haired old bishop, who was still able to kill a cow with a single punch, also carefully examined Alanvina's condition, and the more he examined it, the more ugly his face became. In the end, he shook his head and sighed, saying that he had never seen or even thought of this situation, and he really didn't dare to treat it.

"Can't you give it a try?" asked Richard.

The archbishop shook his head: "If it's an ordinary person, just give it a try." Even if I die, I'm here anyway, and if I use the resurrection technique immediately, it won't be a big problem. But the legendary powerhouse cannot accept the resurrection...... I didn't dare try. ”

Richard had no choice but to ask the archbishop of the Church of God of Life.

The relationship between the Church of the God of Life and the Thracian royal family was not good, but the archbishop, who was over fifty years old and still in style, heard that he wanted to save people. But after she checked Alan Wina's condition, she also shook her head and said, "Don't dare to cure."

"And who might cure Alain Vina?" asked Richard anxiously.

The two archbishops looked at each other, and the old muscular man from the Church of God of War replied, "Perhaps...... You can go and ask the Sage to help......"

Hearing this, Richard frowned, as if he had been forced to eat a large pot of bitter gourd, and he was about to drip bitter gourd juice.