A provocative letter from an Arcanist instantly stirred up the already chaotic county of Daron into a whirlpool. Originally, they were attracted by the high bounty offered by the chanter, but because they couldn't find their target, the witchers scattered all over the place rushed to the East Valley Lumber Yard after getting the news.

More and more strong people are arriving, which in turn brings huge opportunities to the workers who remain at the logging site. Putting down the heavy logging axe, pulling the flatbed truck that came out of the makeshift work, he ran between the county town and the Donggu lumberyard, carrying a steady stream of various commodities to sell to the powerful people of all races gathered in the lumberyard camp.

In just a few days, the poor lumberjacks were carrying a few gold coins. New wooden houses were erected, with very different styles according to the preferences of the powerful people of each race.

Gold coins attract merchants, and they also attract **. The ladies of the Dream House put on their most beautiful clothes and the most exquisite jewelry, and walked into the East Valley Lumber Yard camp with all their flowers!

The whole camp is like a grand festival for ordinary people! But the strong people stationed here have solemn expressions!

Every witcher who arrives here looks at the apocalyptic forest, the dark lava road. No one dares to take this reward lightly! More and more powerful people are gathered here, but no one dares to act rashly!

After a few days, the three sons of the forest, who had been inexplicably hit, finally woke up. As the only three people who can explore the depths of the forest, they have become the most important source of information for this operation.

"What happened?" asked Father Wendthor in a deep voice, standing in front of the three of them with a solemn face.

Cough... Ahem......

A hoarse cough sounded, and a strange clump of green twigs tangled and grew from the floor of the wooden house that had been cut into planks, like a large bed holding up the three sons of the forest.

"The whole forest is wailing, and the trees are screaming......"

"Doomsday, a piece of doomsday......"

"The flames are destroying, the forest is trembling!"

Three people, uttering dream-like words.

"Don't pretend to be a fool of you. A burly red-skinned giant man scolded angrily.

"You... You can't understand the pain of the forest!" one of the sons of the forest was furious, but unfortunately he was seriously injured and his voice was very weak.

"I'm not interested in the pain or feelings of the forest, I just want to know if the Arcanist caused the volcano or if it erupted naturally!" Wendthor asked, frowning.

"This ......" The three sons of the forest suddenly looked at each other with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, but the location of the volcano is beyond our perception. We just perceive the pain of the forest being destroyed by magma. The will is burned by the lava, and the soul is wounded!"

"Huh, three waste!" the fiery red-skinned giant snorted coldly, mocking mercilessly.

"Alright, you guys should cultivate well!" Wendthor shook his head in disappointment, and turned to look at the alien witchers, "What do you think?"

"It's easy!" the succubus wagged her slender tail and reached out to brush her hair. If it weren't for the two curved goat horns on his head, just looking at his facial features would definitely be a rare stunner. The voice was a little lazy: "The natural eruption of magma does not flow in just one direction, even if the volcano is not artificially triggered, at least someone can control the magma!" So whether our prey is bluffing or not, I am not willing to take any chances." ”

Wendthor groaned, his eyes narrowed into a cold slit, revealing a hint of dangerous coldness: "The Holy See is not willing to take risks!

"Naturally, the Holy See is the horse-headed!" the seemingly reckless, fiery-skinned giant man immediately spoke.

"It's like you dare to go in and risk it alone!" a shrill voice rang out from the crowd. When the giant man heard this, he turned his head viciously and looked at it, only to see a one-eyed dwarf who was not more than his knee height waiting for a huge one-eye, looking at him with a smile!

"Yin and Yang weird little bit, if you can't break the rules of Your Excellency Father Priest, Lao Tzu will pinch you to death now!" The giant man pretended to grin fiercely, gritting his teeth viciously and threatening.

"Do you have to have that guts?" the dwarf snorted disdainfully, a dark shadow like a dagger turning nimbly at his fingertips.

"A rabble!" Wendsol smiled coldly in his heart, and turned directly to the second floor.

A group of seemingly arrogant, but in fact greedy for life and fear death, a group of interracial rabble shouted and shouted, and from time to time they made an appointment for a duel in the clearing of the lumberyard. It seems to be a show of bravery! However, after several days, no one really dared to step into the forest.

Completely disinterested in the rabble, Windthor closed the wooden door on the second floor of the large wooden house, quietly waiting for the bishop's reinforcements.

The priest is well versed in the meaning of "due diligence and exemption from responsibility", and writes a report with gusto. Elaborating on all that had been investigated here and his own speculations, he sent a special person to Father Pitius, who had already settled in the castle of the Earl of Talonshire.

Anyway, I report everything I see seriously, and as for how to decide, that's a matter of the above. If something happens, you can't rely on yourself! But don't let yourself take risks, the Holy See is the Holy See of the public family, and your life is your own.

Naturally, every effort should be made to win the low-hanging fruit, and the risky benefits should be shirked as much as possible.

Throwing the hot potato to Pisius, Windthor closed the door as if it were a vacation. But superficial efforts must still be done, and others must not be allowed to hold the handle of their own inaction.

Every day, several teams of Holy Knights are sent into the forest to record the surrounding terrain, the distribution of elemental beasts, and the damage caused by volcanic eruptions. Snowflakes are usually sent to Talon County Castle, and no matter who comes, it cannot be said that he is not doing his job!

Wendthor lived a good life every day, but Pisius in the castle of the Earl of Daron was about to turn gray these days.

The reports sent by snowflakes seem to be fine, but in fact there is no useful information at all. There is not a single clue about the Arcanist who calls himself Bahrain deep in the forest.

Will the volcano erupt?How many arcanists are hidden in it?What level of powerhouse is the strongest?After investigating for so long, it's still a fog.

How to deploy the strategy? If the volcano can still be triggered, how can it be resisted, and what level of reinforcements are needed?

Regional bishops are only second-level existences, and in this world, except for the cardinal archbishops who are equivalent to Lord Arcanist, only a few archbishops sitting in the Chapel of the Light's Wish and the chanters from heaven are third-level existences.

Each of these third-level existences is a big man who holds a lot of power and stomps his feet, and the planet will tremble. If you ask them to help, you will find that the enemy is just an ant who can bluff, and you can only take off this priest's robe.

But if the whole operation failed because of his contempt for the enemy, this responsibility was also borne by his little priest.

"What to do......" Theseus grimaced an old face, like a shriveled winter melon.

The honest man also has a violent temper, and gritted his teeth: "You all threw the hot potato to me one by one, can I stop playing?"

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Pisius's face instantly turned pale as paper!

Soon a report reached the bishop. Father Pisius meditated carelessly, the power of the Holy Light reversed, his soul was severely damaged, and he passed out in the castle of the Earl of Talon County!

The ball is now played to the Bishop......