"Joe, do you know what is going on in Pritz City?" Swift, who had not set foot on this continent for many years, was now hiding in the mountains, looking at the Church of Light built in Pritz City from afar, and the bright angelic miracle statue at the top of the church seemed to sting his eyes, and he turned his head sharply and urged the dark mage with his hollow black eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't worry, my old friend, we've been waiting for hundreds of years, don't rush at this time!" Joe, the dark mage, whispered to Swift. As the two spoke, an extremely faint magical light flashed from a particularly eerie dark shadow in the depths of the dense forest. The dark mage seemed to sense, turned and walked over, picking up a piece of paper with handwriting written on it from the shadows.

"This dark communication of yours is really good, the magic shock is extremely weak, and the effect light of the magic element is hidden enough, if it is not all within easy reach, it is really difficult to detect! It seems that your dark mage's spell research has made great progress over the years!" Seeing the extremely hidden communication magic of the dark mage, the necromancer Swift couldn't help but admire, and at the same time glanced at his apprentice, as if he felt that he had no successor, and let out a slight sigh.

"It seems that things are a little tricky!" said Dark Mage Joe with a frown after hurriedly reading the contents of the magic transmission.

"According to the apprentices who lurked in, there are tens of thousands of reinforced goblin soldiers patrolling the city day and night, and there is an extremely elite Ranger under the command of Grand Duke Pritz, which will cause us a lot of trouble when the time comes. However, the good news is that most of the people of the Church of Light have withdrawn, leaving only a bishop and two priests, and the defense is not strong. And...... That Bishop of Light happens to be our old friend Gray Scott!" As he spoke, the dark mage's tone turned grim, as if he had some deep vendetta against the Bishop Scott.

"Swift," Swift heard the name Gray Scott, and his shriveled skull-like head jerked up to the sky and laughed out loud, and the madness and hatred in the laughter added a bit of horror to the secluded and remote mountains.

"Gray Scott, Gray Scott, this bloody butcher, this executioner who deserves a hundred times to hell! How could he be released from the Inquisition to be the bishop of a church? Is the Gospel Court of the Church of Light dead?" Swift's hateful curse was mixed with deep questioning.

"Humph!" said two disdainful sounds from the dark mage Joe's nose. "This is normal, you don't really think that the hypocritical Church of Light just wants to spread the doctrine of Light to Pritz City! According to the false style of those hypocrites, it is conceivable that they will definitely be replaced by the Church of Light and become part of the Church of Light, just like the original small country. And Gray Scott must have prepared for this, and he must be the executor of the Church of Light's plan!"

"In other words, if we kill this Gray Scott, damn it! He used the bones of our necromancer to pave the way for himself, and he actually rose to the rank of Bishop! If we kill him, we can destroy the plans of the Church of Light, then...... This Grand Duke of Pritz should thank us!" "Master Swift rubbed the artifact in his hand, and it was a strange skull scepter as clear as jade.

"I think it's best not to contact the Grand Duke of Pritz, we don't know if he has been biased towards the Church of Light, after all, being able to allow the Church of Light to build a Church of Light in his own city at least means that he has an unusual relationship with the Church of Light. If he betrays him, I'm afraid it will be a sideshow. "Dark mage Joe doesn't want any more surprises.

"Okay, then it's all up to your arrangement, the matter of arranging the magic circle and arranging the back road will be left to you and your apprentice, I am only responsible for killing the Church of Light, and killing him without leaving a chicken dog!" Although the necromancer Swift has a thirst for murder, he also understands that he has not returned to the mainland for a long time, and everything still needs Joe's arrangement and command.

The Dark Mage gave Swift a deep look, pleased with his acquaintance and cooperation. He had been worried that the necromancer's twisted and perverted revenge would make the whole thing uncontrollable, but now it seems that Swift is still very cooperative, so he has a greater certainty of success in this matter.

Surprisingly, the necromancer did not open the city gate at night and sneak into the city, but swaggered into Pritz City on a sunny daylight with his group of apprentices after paying the entrance tax. Although it was a bit surprising to the necromancer's terrifying appearance, it was just an ugly old man for the goblin soldiers who were accustomed to seeing all kinds of death in the Badlands wasteland, and the reinforced goblin soldiers in charge of the city gate inventory waved their hands to let them enter the city after collecting the money.

The thick elephant-like nerves of the goblin soldiers stunned the necromancer who was ready to speak for a long time, as if he didn't expect that a hundred years had passed, and the people on the mainland had been so receptive to necromancers.

In fact, these indigenous goblins, who have just come out of the Badlands Wasteland not long ago, have never heard of the legend of the necromancer, and for the goblins who reproduce extremely quickly, it has been countless generations ago, and no goblin has heard of the legend of these evil necromancers at all.

You must know that since the Hundred Years' War, after the dark mages and necromancers were slandered as lackeys of the demon clan by the Church of Light, almost all the righteous races hated necromancers, and even sent troops to exterminate them non-stop, which forced the necromancers to flee overseas to the island of the dead to survive. And now a little misunderstanding when entering the city has made Mage Swift full of affection for this Pritz City, and it is simply incredible that there is a place on this continent where necromancers can not be surprised or discriminated against.

The bustling mercenaries on the streets of Pritz City didn't care about a few weirdos in hooded black cloaks, there were too many people from all over the continent, and it was inevitable that there would be a few weirdos, so they couldn't make a fuss. In order to be able to get closer to the Church of Light, the Dark Mage chose to settle down for Swift after entering the city was an inn located between the Lord's Mansion and the Church of Light, the highest in Pritz City, and the name of this inn was ......

"Welcome to an inn!" a mutilated beggar soldier dressed as a waiter greeted the necromancer and his party.