"Order Father Windsor and his knights to immediately go and find out the information about the fugitive arcanist. Father Windsor must do a good job of directing the scene and not cause serious casualties on the premise of ensuring that the investigation is clear and detailed!"

A week later, an order signed by the bishop of the diocese was delivered to the East Valley lumberyard. The bishop as the leader gave Wendthor a command that was completely out of his responsibility.

What does it mean to do a good job of on-site command? What does it mean not to cause serious casualties under the premise of a clear investigation? The ball was kicked from Windsol to Hughes, who did not hesitate to hurt himself and kicked the ball to the bishop, who naturally had a headache with the Arcanist hiding on the volcano, and kicked the ball back to Wendsol again.

Didn't you Wendsol keep saying that the situation of the volcano was unknown and that reinforcements were needed? Well, you should first investigate the details of the enemy for the diocese, and then the diocese could arrange the number of reinforcements. No one can say that the bishop made a mistake in leadership, did he?

As for how to get the details out of the eyes of the powerful arcanists who may exist, that's a headache for you Windsor.

"Father, please leave as soon as possible!" the messenger grimacedly handed over the order to Windsor with a hint of schadenfreude.

Gritting his back molars, Windsor couldn't wait for a holy light to slam into the messenger's disgusting face!

"Yes!" took a deep breath of cool air, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

In contrast to the vicissitudes of Talonshire, the foot of the volcano is in full swing at the moment.

The lumberjacks, who no longer worry about being discovered as werewolves, directly inspired the werewolf form, and although the twisted power of the abyss brought them suffering, it also brought them a steady stream of physical energy.

The tall werewolf wheels his logging axe and chops down the surviving trees around him. Great strength combined with skilled craftsmanship soon erected several wooden houses at the foot of the volcano.

Bahrain has been sitting cross-legged in the crater these days, experiencing the power of lava at zero distance, and countless chaotic thoughts continue to flash in Bahrain's mind. Holding a sharp stone chip in his hand, a closer look reveals that the obsidian ground beneath his feet is densely carved with mathematical formulas from Bahrain.

The Arcanist's mana can be automatically absorbed and condensed through the Arcane Heart, and the true power of the Arcanist has always been reflected in the spark of wisdom.

Bahrain, who finally had a lot of time, tried to analyze the magic power that he had mutated from Zhou Tianxing's Dou Jue.

As the wisdom continued to flash, the soul of Bahrain, which had been wounded twice in a row, gradually became crystal clear again. Gradually, Balin's will began to resonate with the destructive power of the lava.

The kidnapped children from Xiaohe Village gradually settled down after surviving the initial panic. With the support of a large amount of daily necessities brought from Xiaohe Village, these kidnapped children did not suffer much, but they lost their freedom and felt a little depressed.

The werewolves who came and went, looking at the figure sitting cross-legged under the wisps of smoke, although the high volcano made them look up, it was just a vague black spot, but they all had a sense of awe and involuntary awe.

At some point, the sharp stone chips in Balin's hand slipped down, and his entire will fell into assimilation with the attributes of violent destruction, and the smorgasbord of twisted wills gradually sank deeper into the bottom of the lava lake.

Suddenly, a wave of extreme discord crashed into the hodgepodge of wills in Bahrain.

A desolate power attribute is constantly resisting the erosion of lava, constantly colliding for an unknown number of years, stirring up a circle of elemental balance shockwaves that interfere with each other.

Zhou Tianxing's perception was triggered by the limit, and from the unknown channel in the underworld, he broke through the layers of interference waves and entered the core area.

In perception, an ancient will that exudes eternal desolation has been resisting the erosion of lava.

Bahrain's will runs through Zhou Tianxing's perception, like a drop of water merging into the sea, moving along the ocean current at the bottom of the sea.

Wrapped in the power attribute of the lava, it surrounds the wisp of will that seems to be weak but is actually as tough as a rock, constantly colliding.

Faintly, the skeleton of a giant submerged in magma appeared in perception.

"The ancient gods of this planet, or some ancient powerhouse who inadvertently fell on this planet?" Ballin thought to himself.

Whether it's an ancient god on a dead planet or an ancient powerhouse who has fallen unexpectedly, they are the ideal binding spirits for arcanists.

"Your Excellency the Arcanist, Traffic has sent a team of emissaries to negotiate!" Barin, who was inexplicably shocked by the ancient powerhouse, suddenly remembered the voice of Adam with thin freckles.

Slowly withdrawing from perception, retracting his will to strength, and opening his closed eyes.

More than half a month has passed since the escape from the gladiatorial arena, and the hair that had been burned by the flames that had gone berserk due to the breakthrough has also regrown.

A short layer of pale blonde hair once again covered the top of Bahrain's head, making Bahrain finally no longer look so weird at this moment.

"Negotiations, what are we talking about with the Holy See...... Balin was stunned for a moment, then stood up with a deep groan, and slowly paced back and forth by the crater.

The choking smoke of "cough cough cough ......" will not affect Bahrain, which resonates with the volcano, but for ordinary people like Adam, even after a single eruption, it will pour out a lot of power accumulated over the years. But it's still not a pleasant place.

The various sulfide dust contained in the smoke inhaled Adam's respiratory tract and combined corrosive and harmful components!

"Let's go down!" Barin reached out and patted Adam on the back, pulling the skinny gentleman to walk briskly halfway up the volcano.

There is a depression where food and clean water are stockpiled for Bahrain every day to prevent contamination by volcanic ash. Bending down and reaching out to grab an animal skin water bag and handing it to the thin freckles on the coughing face with tears streaming from the eyes, Bahrain said slowly: "Just say it here, you want to negotiate with the Holy See?"

A few mouthfuls of cool water were poured down the black lava road from Xiaohe Village.

After a while, Skinny Freckles whispered in a hoarse voice: "Of course it's good to be able to talk!"

"No, you go down immediately and inform the werewolves to evacuate quickly! I will once again induce the volcano to destroy this group of emissaries of the Holy See!"

"Why?" Thin Freckles looked at Balin in shock, wondering why His Excellency, who had always been quite sensible, had made such a decision!

"In order to create a big storm, this is the control area of the Holy See after all, not a place to stay for a long time! Only by really attracting the attention of the Blood Sea Enchantment can we have a chance to enter the enchantment!"