Although the Holy City is prosperous, like most cities, it also has its own slums, just in the northwest corner of the Holy City, there is a low wooden house, near the city wall, there are many grass huts that are ventilated on all sides, this is the slum of the Holy City.

In a straw hut, a man about fifty years old, wearing a white magic robe, was staring at the candle flame in a daze, the grass shed had no windows, for some special reasons, the old man could not open the curtain door, if the candle was not lit, the grass shed would become dark.

A carriage came from a distance, not very fast, the carriage looked very shabby, but it was suitable for driving in the slums, and if a richly decorated carriage came, perhaps the surrounding slums would have run out to see the excitement.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a pair of eyes, and after carefully examining the surrounding scene, the man lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, and hurried into the hut.

"Big... My lord, something is wrong!" The person who rushed into the hut turned out to be a high-ranking swordsman, who fell to his knees and prostrated on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

"Failed?" the old man asked faintly.

"Yes. ”

"Are you sure no one is following you?"

"My lord, I escaped according to the first retreat plan, and they couldn't follow me at all. The high-ranking swordsman hurriedly replied.

"Hmm. The old man nodded.

They are all people of the 'Demon Mist', as a mysterious organization that has survived for hundreds of years, many actions have become systematic, such as escaping, there are many specific plans, roughly divided into four types: 'flowering', 'falling leaves', 'rat scurrying', 'puppet', etc., and it is up to the host to decide which one to use in advance.

'Flowering' refers to the establishment of a temporary stronghold around the target, when the actor escapes into the stronghold, several horse-drawn carts will immediately run out of the stronghold, fleeing in all directions, after each horse-drawn carriage runs to a designated place, there will be several horse-drawn carriages fleeing separately again, which greatly reduces the possibility of the actor being captured, and protects the security of the organization to the greatest extent.

The 'Fallen Leaves' plan is much more dangerous, the host usually places the most powerful of his subordinates in a place conducive to ambushes, or takes action himself, if the operation is successful, everything is good, if the operation fails, the actor will lead the opponent there, and use his life to attract the attention of the opponent, creating opportunities for his companions.

'Rat' is to use the city's sewers, gutters, or dug tunnels to escape, while 'puppets' are to arrange several people who are about the same height and stature as the actor in advance to confuse each other's audio-visual, of course, there will be other specific arrangements for specific actions.

"Did An Fei use his fighting spirit?"

"I didn't ...... No. ”

"No, how did he beat you?"

"I only see ...... He threw out a paper bag, and hit it with a small fireball, and a large amount of gray-white dust flew out of the paper bag, and then I saw Gina and Peter start screaming, and I ...... I was a little scared, so I ......"

"You said that Anfei took out the two of them with a bag of dust?"

"Yes. ”

"And you fled back on your own?"

"My lord, you can't blame me! An Fei also has a beginner magister by his side, I can't test An Fei anymore, I really can't blame me......" The high-level swordsman cried out loudly.

"Shut up, you know, this is just a temptation, I will not punish you, although the result of the temptation will not satisfy me......" The old man did not finish speaking, and suddenly a water-based magic shield was erected in front of him, and his body also leaned down.

A sword swept in from outside the grass shed, splitting the magic shield into countless scattered water droplets, and swept it over the top of the old man's head, splitting the grass shed in half, dead grass and mud flying all over the sky, and two figures had already appeared in the grass shed, it was Ernest and An Fei, at this time the grass shed was no longer a grass shed, more like a fence.

"Impossible!" the high-ranking swordsman screamed as hell, he had already recognized An Fei.

An Fei was too lazy to take care of the other party, while slowly shaking the ash rod in his hand, while looking at the old man, he had a lot of questions in his heart, but Ernest was also here, An Fei wanted to ask things clearly, but also worried that he had indeed left a flaw that he had not found until now, if this was really the case, he still needed to pile up a lie, because he wanted to give Ernest an explanation!

In fact, making up lies is also a high-precision and difficult job, it is easy to lie, but it is difficult to complete a lie, after telling a lie, it is often necessary to use ten lies to complete the lie, and then it is necessary to use hundreds of lies to explain the ten lies just said, just like the usury of the interest rate, the flaws will become bigger and bigger, more and more.

"Great Sword Master Ernest?" the old man smiled helplessly, "I'm curious, how did you find here?" He really couldn't think of what went wrong with his plan.

Ernest's lips pursed, and the long sword in his hand emitted a more and more dazzling white light, he is not the kind of person who has to take advantage of words after gaining the upper hand, battle is battle, victory is victory, Ernest is too lazy to say anything.

An Fei is even more lazy to speak, it is not difficult to find these people, the quicklime has been mixed with An Fei's special condensation powder, unless these people can be like people in modern society, they can hide in a closed room or car at any time, so that An Fei can lose his target, otherwise, it is impossible for them to avoid An Fei's tracking!

"It's the honor of my life to be able to compete with you. The old man raised his magic wand and gestured to Ernest, looking polite and personable: "Great ......"

The old man's spell had just been released, and the ash rod in An Fei's hand had already been shot out, and the old man's attention was all on Ernest, although An Fei's strength was a difficult mystery to solve, they came to the Holy City to test An Fei, but now Ernest who had a fighting spirit was his opponent, he was not guarding An Fei at all, and An Fei's ash rod was crashing into his open mouth.

The old man let out a terrible howl, and one of the upside-down onions fell backwards, and both legs were raised high by the force of the impulse, and struck a very short pose, and then the two legs fell heavily to the ground.

"Anfei, can't you respect your opponent?" Ernest smiled bitterly.

Ernest has become accustomed to his own dueling methods, while An Fei is a character who desperately takes advantage, the real surnames of the two people are opposite, and they can come together and be like a family, which can only be said to be fate.

"These people only know that they hide in the shadows and attack others, and they are not worthy of respect!" An Fei said righteously, God knows if he is talking about the loser in front of him, or he is talking about himself.

"You ......" The old man lifted up half of his body with difficulty, and looked at An Fei with resentful eyes: "Don't ...... Smug ...... "Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently, spitting out blood one by one, and spit out one and a half teeth from time to time, An Fei's stick almost smashed his tongue, and he lost seven or eight teeth, and it was very, very difficult to say these words.

"Yes...... He's challenging me!" Ernest argued weakly, he couldn't do anything about Anfei.

"Uncle Ernest, how is he qualified to be your opponent? That's an insult to you!" Anfei is not a person who is easily persuaded, and it turns out that he is often persuading others.

"Demon Mist...... It's not ......."

"You're working too hard, let me send you to rest!" An Fei sneered and raised the ash rod, he didn't hear what the other party was saying, even if he heard it clearly, he couldn't understand it, the reason why he wanted to kill him was that An Fei had already made a decision and couldn't let the other party spit out his secret.

"Wait!" Ernest stopped An Fei, "You are the people of the Demon Mist?!"

"Hah...... Haha......" The old man fell to the ground and laughed out loud, seemingly very pleasantly, and then his face grew darker and darker, and it inflated like a balloon, and a cloud of black gas like a swarm of flies gushed out of his mouth, covering his whole body in the mist.

"Ah......h

"What's that?" Anfei raised his guard.

"Necromancer again!" Ernest's expression was very solemn, and he inserted his longsword into the scabbard with his backhand.

"Necromancer??" As for what a necromancer is, An Fei has a very superficial understanding, he only knows that necromancers can turn living people into zombies, and this is what he is most afraid of......

In a moment, the black mist dissipated, and the two white bones lay silently on the ground, as if they had been dead for many years, judging by the color of their bones.

"Both of them are necromancers?" An Fei asked strangely, that person was obviously a high-level swordsman, and he had never heard of necromancers and demon martial arts!

"No, it's a terrible necromancer controlling them!" Ernest couldn't help but sigh: "Anfei, it's likely...... They'll come back to you in the future. ”

"It's okay, you're protecting me, I'm not afraid of anything. ”

"This ...... Forget it, let's go back and talk about it. Ernest smiled bitterly in his heart, Anfei's courage is really not small, you don't care...... But I feel very troubled!

Outside the straw hut, a group of poor people had gathered to watch the excitement, the screams were so loud that everyone except the deaf people heard them, and they came out of their homes one after another, wondering what was going on, and at this moment they saw An Fei and Ernest coming out, and the poor people cheered and retreated, looking at the two strangers nervously.

Ernest was about to say a few words, when suddenly a bell rang in the distance, and the paupers turned neatly and looked blankly at Mont San Brancico.

Starting Point Chinese Network welcomes the majority of book friends to come and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serialized works starting point original!;