The bells of St. Peter's Basilica barely cut through the wind and rain, and when they reached the palace, they were faintly blurred like the moans of a dying old man. On top of a tower in the palace, the court magician, who heard the faint voice, almost jumped.

"It's the bells of St. Peter's Basilica, they're crying for help...... Looks like something is going on. The court magician stood up and ran to the window, looking in the direction of the cathedral. "And I remember that they never seemed to have rung their bells like this, and it must have been a big deal. ”

"It shouldn't be small, especially at this time. General Ou Ling also walked to the window and looked in the direction of the cathedral. His eyes, which had been unbright, were now full of excitement. "I just hope that's it, I can't think it's really ...... like I thought"

"Could it be that Bishop Esquire really ......" the court magician thought for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I can't believe ......"

"Actually, according to the reasoning, I don't believe it myself. But whether it happens or not doesn't depend on whether we believe it or not......"

"If, if this assassin did kill Bishop Esquire...... the court mage said cautiously, as if he was afraid that speaking out loud would make this possibility disappear. "Maybe we should really thank him for ......"

Ou Ling nodded and coughed slightly. "Of course, I'll go to him now, thank him well, and you can go with him. ”

The court magician asked, "How are you going to thank this earthman for helping us?"

"Cut off his head, of course. Ou Ling replied lightly. He drew the long sword from his waist, and faint magical runes rose from the blade. And the leather armor on his body began to show the same magical runes. "If he has the ability to cut off the head of Bishop Esquire, he has the ability to cut off the head of anyone in Erathia. It is very dangerous to keep such people. ”

"If he really has the ability to kill Esquire...... Do you think the two of us can handle it?"

"Assassination and head-on combat are always two different things, and as long as Bishop Esquire or his guards aren't so, don't let this assassin go unharmed. The point is now that he is the prey, and we are the hunters. General Ou Ling looked at the court magician. "It seems that it is too late to mobilize people to conduct a large-scale search...... To deal with this kind of master, there are too many people to get in the way. Can you find the trail of that guy in the storm?"

"The wind and rain are too big, the other party must be a hidden and stealthy master, the key is that this is the royal city. There are too many people. It might be a little difficult......" The court magician hesitated as he looked at the pouring rain outside the tower, and replied. "Probably within a hundred meters, my magic vision can only guarantee that he will never be missed within a hundred meters. ”

"Okay, within a hundred meters. General Ou Ling nodded, and left the magician alone, turning over and jumping down from the tower.

The court magician closed his eyes and whispered a incantation, and countless blue magic symbols overflowed from his body, and then converged towards the top of his head, and the magic symbols converged into the shape of a large eyeball. The magical eyeball, the size of his head, spun at an unslowing speed, its eerie pupils glowing blue scanning everything around it.

The magician recited a large number of incantations while making intricate gestures. The body slowly floated into the air. He added a few more magic shields to himself, and then flew out of the tower. The huge eyeball above his head paused only slightly. followed the direction of Ou Ling, who had long disappeared in the wind and rain.

At the top of St. Peter's Basilica, a figure stands on a cross at the top of the church, quietly waiting for the next thunderstorm.

The long golden hair had been soaked by the rain and clung to his forehead, cheeks and armor, and the rain had penetrated into the armor like a waterfall from his head and neck, and his whole body had already been soaked in the rain. She put her hand on her brow to shield herself from the rain, and without blinking she looked at the darkness of the wind and rain. She didn't move the whole time, like a statue cast on the roof.

St. Peter's Basilica is the tallest building in the Intramuros, and the top of it is closest to the thunder that shines in the sky. A person still has the courage to stand in this place at this time, and there seems to be no other reason than to seek death. The power of thunder in the sky is far from being comparable to the lightning in the hands of magicians. Even the protective lightning released by an air master. In front of the power of heaven and earth, it is not much like a piece of paper.

But she knew she had to wait here. Because this is the only place where the highest point of the royal city can be overlooked, and the farthest and most complete area can be overlooked. And only the moment when the lightning appeared could tear apart the darkness and wind and rain that covered everything, so that she could see the panoramic view of the royal city for a moment.

Of course, she knew that the glorious armor on her body could not withstand the thunder that might fall on her head at any time, as long as the lightning fell on her head, it would instantly become a cloud of coke in the glorious armor. But she didn't care, she just knew she had to wait. And she had to wait until she saw the man who had fled in a hurry. The faint light of the Radiant Armor was like an insignificant firefly in the dark night that devoured everything, but no matter how strong the wind and rain, how dark the night was, how thunderous and lightning were raging, that little bit of light was always there.

A few white lights roamed the streets, and the guards in the church had chased them out in groups, and that light was the illumination maintained by the priests in the procession with white magic. It is impossible to use any light to illuminate in such heavy rain. The Knights of the Kingdom, who heard the bells, should be heading for here. But in such a big wind and rain, no matter how large a large-scale pursuit will not have much effect, the rain is so heavy that even people's eyes can't be opened, even if they are opened, they can't see a few meters away, not to mention that in such a heavy rain, no matter how clever the tracking master is, it is impossible to find any traces, and there is no difference between such a search and futility.

A white flash of lightning tore away the darkness of the night for a moment. Then a dull thunder echoed above St. Peter's Basilica.

Nothing was noticed, but Talis didn't even blink an eye, she just kept her position and changed direction. She didn't feel scared, agitated, or any other mood swings, and now there was only one thought in her chest, which was to find and catch the man, and the eyes with advanced eagle eye and scouting were bloodshot, and the light of magic and extreme anger was mixed together.

She was furious. She was unwilling, and even more puzzled, because she clearly saw that the man had cut off the cardinal's head with a sword, and the temple man was actually Yabin. The person she has always believed in, has a good impression, and can even be called the first friend in her life. She couldn't accept this reality, and she decided that this person was doing all this, manipulating. Now only catching this culprit is the explanation and the solution to all this.

With the sound of tearing people's ears apart, a larger, brighter bolt of lightning swept across the sky. In an instant, the death-like royal city seemed to return to daylight.

Talis's eyes narrowed abruptly, and at that moment she finally saw it. A figure was in the middle of the street, about two or three miles away. Stumbling but running quickly into the distance. Like a cheetah finally spotting its long-awaited prey, she rushed to the eaves and jumped off the roof.

There was a dull loud bang. Splashes and stone chips fly. Even with the cushion of the feather fall technique, the impact of this nearly 100-meter drop was incomparably huge, and the bluestone slab ground where Talis landed was smashed out of a pit. She staggered to her feet, only to feel her bones and internal organs turn over, and there was a fishy smell in her throat. But without the slightest pause, she reached out to apply a healing spell to herself, and sped away in the direction she saw.

The rain was very heavy, so big that it was like someone was pouring water on it with a basin, and people couldn't even open their eyes in the rain, and one mouth was a mouthful of rain. As soon as you breathe, water rushes into your nose. Standing in the rain is like standing in the water, and the wind is so strong that the slender people can't even stand in the wind, and the raindrops are driven by the wind like countless little fists to hit people in the face.

It was very dark, except for the occasional lightning that accompanied the thunder and illuminated the heavens and the earth for a moment, and the entire royal city was blackened. It was so dark that there was nothing, and there seemed to be no light and life in the heavens and the earth except for the wind, rain, and thunder, and even the alarm bell of the cathedral just now had been completely obliterated in the sound of wind and rain.

Asa didn't know anything, he couldn't feel the staggering wind and rain around him, he couldn't feel the rain choking on his nose and lungs, he didn't feel like an old man who had been sick with lung disease for fifty years, he didn't even feel himself slipping, falling, getting up and running again and again. He was now like a dog that had been stabbed blind, deaf, and had broken a leg, staggering and staggering through the rain.

Run, run. Asa now only knows how to run. But he didn't even know where and how he should run. It was as if someone had poured a boiling lead into his brain, and all his consciousness was blurred, chaotic, and heavy, hot and tumbling, and he seemed to feel that his brain was being stirred into a pot of bean dregs by his own thoughts.

Although Esquill died, the mental magic power left in his brain was no longer controlled, but he not only released his fighting magic in that encirclement, but also exuded a murderous aura. Those present are all masters, no matter how amazing and realistic the fighting spirit and magic of his bluff through meditation are, if there is no murderous aura, there is no oppressive force, just like a tiger roars hard but cannot see its minions, it is a proof of bluff.

released the magic fluctuations and fighting qi that were far from that level in one go, and finally had to make up a necromantic fireball technique to block the pursuers, almost draining the fighting energy and magic power in his body. And the murderous spirit is not something that anyone can send it, and they can send it if they want to. There must be a real killing intent, a strong attack from the bottom of the heart** mixed with its own momentum, so there must be that real hostility and fighting spirit at that time. In this way, the originally suppressed power disappeared, and the killing intent in his heart surged like throwing a torch into the dry pyre that had just been extinguished, attracting the originally dormant mental mana.

Although no one has controlled this mana, this is after all the full force of a continent's top mind magician. If it weren't for the fact that meditation could still alleviate a little bit and keep the clarity in her heart, she would have gone crazy a long time ago.

The great King of Erathia was like a dead city that had been abandoned for many years, and both the knights and the pursuers who reported the bad news were completely hidden in the darkness and the great sound of wind and rain. Asa stumbled alone in this dead realm where he couldn't see anything and didn't know where to go.

At this time, the wild highlands are full of stars.

Especially in the wide town hall square of Oufu, you can have a panoramic view of this rugged city and the starry sky. The teleportation magic array was in the middle of the square, and there was not a single guard around, only three figures who had just teleported there, and the noise was particularly harsh in the silent middle of the night.

"If it weren't for him, you'd be a mess of stinking mud in the gutter by now. You have the face to escape alone?" Jessica looked at Abin with a murderous expression, if she wasn't sure that he was indeed not from Bishop Esquire's side, she would have done it immediately.

"I'm not the same either. But what can I do? Yabin's face flushed, not because of guilt, but because of his powerlessness. It's a thousand miles away from Erathia, and it's useless to worry about it, and there's no way to even know what's going on over there.

"You'd better pray he's safe......" The black elf glanced at Abin with resentful eyes, as well as Aimei on the ground. "Otherwise, I want both of you brothers and sisters to regret being born into this world. Is that little girl crazy? Count her lucky. But I promise you'll see her cut to pieces with my own eyes. ”

The green tendons on Yabin's head jumped: "You ......"

A group of orcs rushed over at the sound. It was a team of heavily armed ogres and werewolves, but led by a werewolf waist dwarf who was not yet tall.

"Lord Porugan. "Abin recognized this dwarf as the deputy of the staff of the city lord of Oufu, whom he had seen the last time he had been here with a caravan.

Jessica looked warily at these tall and dangerous subhumans. Although Asa had already told her about the situation on Orfu's side, it was the first time she had come to Orfu, and it was the first time she had dealt with these humanoids on the surface.

"You ...... I guess it's someone from the Shadow Troop. Lord Porugan looked at the three of them, he had also heard from Cedros that Asa's new subordinates were the only ones who could use this newly established teleportation magic array now. "What about your chief?"