Wiping the blood on his hands, the black-haired young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses showed a slightly weird smile. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He looked at the countless corpses that had fallen on the ground beside him and waved his hand lightly, and the blood that flowed from the corpses merged into a stream.

He manipulated the blood on the ceiling of this cathedral and drew a mysterious blood magic array.

He stretched out his hands and tapped the ground lightly, and a monster with wings on its back and a monkey-like appearance appeared in front of him.

The young man pushed his glasses and spat out a series of fluent abyssal words: "Six cathedrals, six hundred and sixty-six souls, and now, the preparations for the sacrifice have been completed. ”

The monster standing in front of him with wings on its back lowered its head, and then said very respectfully, "So, my lord, shall I go and inform the others to start moving?"

Nodding, the black-haired youth smiled and said, "Of course, this task is left to you, you go and inform all of them, and start acting at the time of the eclipse." ”

The monster answered, then vanished into a black mist.

Seeing this, the black-haired young man gently straightened the collar of his divine uniform, and then walked towards the door.

"Then, let's get ready for the big dinner!" he walked forward step by step, and the blood on the ground slowly flowed up the boots of the black-haired youth.

The moment the blood touched the white robe of the priest, the hem of the robe ignited with a black flame, and where the flames burned, the white robe turned black.

By the time he reached open the door of the church, which was already completely covered in blood, his priest's uniform was completely black, and the gold collar button on his collar had turned solid silver.

Taking off his gold-rimmed glasses and throwing them aside, the black-haired young man put his palm on his forehead, and then pushed it back vigorously.

Pedestrians who were passing by saw his movements and looked at the open door of the church with a little concern, only to find countless corpses and blood lying on the ground inside, so they screamed in horror.

"Except for the church...... There's no need to stay for the rest!" As the words fell, black flames covered the entire city......

"Why do they call you Lord Virtuous Wolf?"

When Cyril asked this question, Harrow looked visibly embarrassed, she wasn't the type of person who liked to lie, but she didn't seem to want to talk about it.

Cyril, who noticed that there was something wrong with Helo's expression, hurriedly waved his hand, and said with a little concern: "It's okay, I'm just asking casually, if you don't want to say it, it's okay." ”

With a slightly lonely look, Helo gently grasped the branch in her hand and went to poke the bonfire a few more times.

Just when Cyril thought she wouldn't answer the question, Harrow opened up the conversation.

"This title is a ...... that has been passed down between the Beast Clan and the Demonic Beasts The secret, only when we inherit the title of virtuous wolf, do we know that it is true. ”

With her eyes empty, Herro glanced into the distance, and she continued: "The legendary Virtuous Wolf is one of the strongest sages in ancient times, but as time passes, fewer and fewer people believe in this legend, and the Beast Clan and the Demonic Beasts are not as revered for the Virtuous Wolf as before. ”

"The Virtuous Wolf is just a title, not specifically referring to a specific creature, and when the previous virtuous wolf dies, the next virtuous wolf will appear. Just like the great sages of mankind, every great sage will have a successor when he dies. ”

"But compared to the great sage who only inherits the title, the inheritance of the virtuous wolf is more mysterious. ”

"Every virtuous wolf will inherit the memories of all the previous virtuous wolves. Moreover, it will also inherit from the hundreds of abilities that the wolf was good at before. ”

Saying that, Harrow turned her head, smiled at Cyril and asked, "What kind of ability do you guess we inherited?"

If the virtuous wolf is really like the great sage of the human race, then the combat ability is definitely not bad.

But the fact that Helo in front of her basically has no combat effectiveness, coupled with the shop she opened and her usual preferences......

Cyril thought for a moment and asked with some hesitation, "Could it be that it's from pharmacy?"

"That's right, what we inherited is the ability of pharmacy. Although the foreign race does not know, as a virtuous wolf himself, we can proudly tell you that among the virtuous wolves of the past generations, the most powerful ability is the ability to communicate with nature in potions. ”

However, when Harrow spoke of the potion's powers, Cyril remembered the brown-haired girl he had seen earlier in a dream or a vision.

But after a moment's hesitation, Cyril still didn't ask Harrow about it after all.

In that dream, the brown-haired beauty, who looked very similar to Harrow, seemed to have a great affection for the character she played.

Cyril really couldn't imagine what she would do if that person was really Helo, and she did have someone she liked.

Shaking his head, Cyril gave up thinking about the question, and he turned to Harrow and said, "Let's hurry up and collect the materials you are looking for." ”

Although Cyril believed that Harrow had not lied to himself, and that the Wise Wolf was indeed very important to the Beast Clan and Warcraft, Cyril did not know what those Warcraft thought in their hearts.

After all, Helo had also said before that the current beast clan and demonic beasts didn't seem to have much awe for the virtuous wolf, and if those demonic beasts wandering around here suddenly turned back, it would be a big trouble.

Harrow nodded and agreed, it was still early in the morning, so it would be a good idea to search around again.

Looking at the back of Harrow crouching in the jungle next to her, Cyril couldn't help but recall the bright smile that the brown-haired girl showed to 'herself'.

Thinking that the person was Helo, Cyril couldn't help but worry for a while, this question that had been bothering him was finally not forgotten by him, and he opened his mouth, Cyril asked, "...... Helo"

Harrow turned his head, looked at Cyril with a very tangled expression, and asked a little puzzled, "What's wrong! Could it be that there are still sequelae after the vertigo just now?"

What I was thinking about was asking Harrow if she knew about the blonde girl and the role she played in the illusion.

But what came out of Cyril's mouth was a different question: "Harrow, do you have anyone you like?" (To be continued.) )