The bonfire was still burning, and it was already three or four o'clock in the morning, and countless mercenaries were drunk in their camp, except for Su Muzhan, who seemed restless in a tent. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was late at night, but he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, countless fragments flashed in his mind one by one, the death of the pipe, the face of his beloved that haunted him, so that his heart could not be calmed for a long time.

Listening to Hua Yunfan's even snoring in the tent next door, Su Muzhan sighed softly, Xue Wei cried for a long time about the death of the pipe before going to bed.

The years were silent, time flew by, and in a blink of an eye, it was already dawn, and Su Muzhan, who had not slept all night, got out of the tent with thick black circles under his eyes.

"All up, all up, all ready, go home!"

Among the countless hungover mercenaries, Su Muzhan knocked on the iron pot that had been burned dry, and said to everyone in the Iron War mercenary group.

The red iron gun rubbed his eyes and came out of the tent with a listless look.

"Lao Su is so early, don't let the big guy sleep longer......"

The red iron spear looked at Su Muzhanshuang's dark eyes and closed his mouth in amusement, helping him call up a hangover mercenary.

"Huh, so early......"

One by one, the hungover mercenaries were awakened by the two regiment commanders, but there was no complaint in their hearts, and they yawned and packed their things and prepared to leave.

In an attic, the newly appointed bishop was now in front of the window, leaning on a pure gold cane inlaid with purple gems, silently watching the actions of the Iron War Mercenary Regiment.

There was a knock at the door, and Legge, dressed in neat armor, appeared at the door and handed a secret letter from the Holy See to the bishop.

"Your Excellency, are you up so early today?"

The bishop, who was dressed in a golden nightgown, glanced at the contents of the envelope, smiled slightly, and directly handed the envelope in his hand to Leg, who was behind him, and said softly: "In this wild place, there is naturally no sleepiness, take a look, prepare it for me!!"

Legge, who took the envelope with a frightened expression, did not dare to read the words on the envelope, because it had the word "top secret" written on it, and this kind of document was only qualified to be read by people at the level of bishops.

"Bishop, I don't have enough authority to read this letter......"

"But it doesn't hurt to see it, those old guys are really idle, and they make the information about the Pope's trip so mysterious, don't they just want me to put on a show to welcome the Pope? Even if I put on a big show, it's still a question of whether the Pope can come to me!"

The bishop was on crutches, and his face was obviously smiling, but it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"The Pope is coming?"

Legg, who was respectfully holding the white envelope in both hands, trembled when he heard this, the Pope has been unable to live for decades, why did he come to this fortress this time? Could it be the sword god who came out of nowhere in the Demon Beast Mountain Range!

Yes, it must be so, Legge trembled when he thought of these hands, and the envelope in his hand seemed to weigh tens of millions of catties, which made a strong man with the strength of the Dou Sect so afraid.

However, the bishop who had just been appointed was not too interested in the news of the coming of the pope, and said without any fluctuation in his heart: "In the face of the temptation to become a god, can you finally not bear it?"

In the Holy See fortress, the mercenaries of the Iron War Mercenary Regiment had already loaded their luggage into the carriage, and Su Mu Zhan was riding on the white tall horse, his eyes just matching the Pope in the attic.

"Can't help but leave?"

The bishop let out a chuckle, but the smile on his face made Su Muzhan feel cold, Hua Yunfan bowed slightly to the bishop, lightly clamped the horse's belly and turned the horse's head back to the front of the team, and walked towards the station of the Iron War Mercenary Regiment with countless sleepy-eyed mercenaries on the carriage.

"Do you need me to stop them?"

Legge seemed to be unable to guess the bishop's mind in front of him, and asked tentatively.

"Let them go!"

The bishop was on crutches and watched Su Muzhan's convoy slowly disappear into the closed gate of the fortress, and said with a breezy face.

"But...... Lord Bishop, they obviously lied to you, there is a dead aura in that girl's body, it is obvious that she did not survive from the warlock by luck, plus she disappeared mysteriously in the Demon Beast Mountain Range......!"

The bishop raised the golden cane in his hand and tapped it on the glass window, and said with a smile on his face: "This is a big fish, the people behind them will surface sooner or later, and there is no hurry now!"

Legge nodded, as if he finally understood what the Bishop meant, and withdrew from the Bishop's living room with the white envelope in his hand.

"Hahaha......"

The Bishop laughed wildly for some reason, and his voice echoed through the living room.

............

Time flies, three days have passed in the blink of an eye, Su Muzhan is busy compensating the families who died in this battle, and the Warcraft Mountain Range has not eased down because of the retreat of the Holy See's army.

A black falcon soared above the blue sky, and in his eagle eyes, a bishop Delian led a unicorn and wore a golden ceremonial robe, slowly appeared in its field of vision.

Bishop Delian walked all the way through the huge canyon that the sword god had slashed out with his sword, and when he thought of the two mountain walls that had been split by the sword into mirror-like smoothness, a chill flashed in his heart, is this the strength that a human being should have?

Bishop Delian has encountered countless attacks by various clans along the way, but he has survived with his excellent strength, and with the constant conflicts in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, no one is willing to fold some masters for a person from the Holy See who has come here to hang out.

At this time, Bishop Delian walked among the peach forests, and the battle along the way made his golden silk robe have some damage, but this could not hide the persistence in his eyes.

"Delian, a high-ranking priest of the Lower Holy See, has followed the traces of the warlock all the way to this place, and has come to ask the Monkey King to appreciate it!"

The voice full of vicissitudes was blessed by Bishop Delian with mana, and it reverberated lightly in Huaguo Mountain.

"My dignified Huaguo Mountain Blessed Land, could I be confused with those ugly warlocks?

A cold snort came, and a path suddenly appeared between the endless peach forests, Sun Qitian sat on the stone bench, and a pot of brewed Biluochun was placed in front of him, drinking alone.

Bishop Delian smiled slightly, took the reins of the unicorn and walked towards Sun Qitian not far away step by step: "The Monkey King is serious, how could the four King Kongs under the Bear King be confused with the warlock back then!

Sun Qitian's face was silent, but he was slightly shocked in his heart: "That warlock has been gone for many days, and this Holy See sacrifice can still be found!"

Sun Qitian stretched out his hand, and a stone bench slid to the feet of Bishop Delian, and his mouth opened and closed and only one word was said: "Sit!"

Unexpectedly, Bishop Delian shook his head, as if he had obtained the answer he wanted from Sun Qitian's words and expressions, looked up in the direction of the Black Forest and said softly: "I have found the answer from the Monkey King, I should go!"

Sun Qitian played with the blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand, and asked with some puzzlement, "Where are you going?"

Bishop Delian led the unicorn, leaving a lonely back, and his vicissitudes of life echoed in the peach forest: "Go where I need to go!"

Sun Qitian put down the teacup in his hand, his eyes showed a hint of caution, looking at the back of Bishop Delian, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time:

"He actually touched the threshold of the Sage!"