By the time the Delaney scouts arrived, there was no sign of Lanlos except for the mess and the archbishop who was slumped at the root of a tree, panting.

Damn it......

Picking up the goggles that had been destroyed by the elven mage, Nelly slowly stood up with her hands on the trunk of the tree, looking at the silent jungle, where the nameless fire arose, slashed the branches in front of her, and quickly left the place with the scouts.

As I said before, the land of the Ellodors is very fertile, and beyond the land that the Draenei has cultivated is a large stretch of jungle and moorland. Searching for a cunning and nimble spellcaster in such terrain is difficult for the understaffed draenei.

Despite such humiliating treatment, Nelli did not do useless work out of a moment of anger, which is the basic quality of an archbishop. Besides, as long as the Prophet arrives, the Light will not let go of the vengeful bastard.

In the distance, Lanlos, who had used his advanced stealth to hide in the canopy and turned on his Eagle Eye Technique, breathed a sigh of relief. Arcane vision only allows the recipient to see the flow of mana, but does not enhance the proprioceptive vision, and under the shroud of smoke, Nelly only sees the mirror image clone as a decoy casting spells, and at the moment when she shifts her attention, Lanloth activates the churning pain with touch, and wins this hard-won victory.

However, now is not the time to relax.

Obviously, he was framed, and the culprit should be Ossar, who applied a magic circuit to himself. It's really careless, before the other party helps him depict the spell array, he carefully checked it many times, but he didn't expect that he still succeeded in this guy.

Taking a shiny dagger from the space bag, Lanros pulled open his tattered robe, aimed it at the scabbed wound in his abdomen, and slowly stabbed it in.

"Uh......" The sharp pain continued to invade his senses, and the green tendons on Lanlos's forehead erupted violently, as if he was about to tear open the skin and drill out in the next moment.

Although the high healing ability of regeneration can autonomously expel foreign objects from wounds, musket projectiles are made of soft metal such as lead, and after hitting the target, they will deform due to the violent impact force, which can not only cause secondary damage to the target, but also penetrate into the flesh and skin.

Regardless of the fact that he had been dealing with the Draenei scouts like a nobody, even if Lanlos had the ability to reach the sky, he couldn't guarantee a perfect dodge of those high-speed flying bullets. Fortunately, navigating the abyss provided him with a certain amount of protection, and in the process of escaping, he kept looking for gaps to replenish the protection spell, so he did not suffer fatal damage that was enough to affect his actions.

However, those bullets that broke through the defense still left a wound on their body that cannot be ignored. The shallow wound was not mentioned, and the high regeneration squeezed the bullet out smoothly, but sadly, he was wearing a set of cloth armor.

Although the secondary creation technique can make a robe with a good material, the defense ability of this thing can be said to be infinitely close to 0, and there is no way to protect it at all, in this case, many bullets stay in their bodies because of the healing of wounds.

In the past, relying on Sagrete's analysis of the enemy's offensive routes and his ability to drain life, wearing cloth armor made it easier for him to play. But today's encounter is a wake-up call for Lanlos.

He can't dodge bullets!

It seems that a suitable set of armor is still necessary......

While thinking, Lanlos gritted his teeth and used the mage's hand to pull out the bullet stuck in the muscle.

Hot blood spilled on the leaves, and Lanloth gasped for a moment to recover from the piercing pain.

However, this is only the first one.

The bitter smile paled and helpless, and when the pain subsided, Lanros once again raised the dagger, which had been stained red with blood.

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Because of the earlier riots, Elodol today has several times more defensive strength than in the past. Before the sun had completely set, a curfew had been imposed throughout the town. Looking at the guards rushing to and fro on the streets, the civilians locked their doors and windows with interest.

Ignoring the guards who saluted her, Nelly strode forward briskly and pushed open the door to the building ahead.

In the hall, the archbishops, except for Akama and Hataru, were already waiting for the area.

"You let him run?" looked at the chief ranger with a gloomy face, Ossar's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the surprise in his tone was very harsh.

"That guy is cunning, and I didn't expect him to be so accomplished in soul spells. In Nelly's opinion, the churning pain used by Lanloth did not appear to flow of mana, and it must have been directly instantaneous or its magic control reached a breathtaking level, and it was understandable to make such a conclusion.

"Really, isn't that really an excuse?"

In the face of Osar's questioning, Nelly, who had just sat down, slapped the table and stood up: "What do you mean?!"

"If I'm not mistaken, at the Carabo Temple, you seem to have been around that outsider?" Ossar smiled, and Ossar's voice was a little sinister.

"Oh?" Surprisingly, in the face of Ossar's meaning, Nelly put away her initial annoyance, "The Governor didn't see my purpose, it can't be that my eyes have deteriorated due to my age, right?"

There was no more saying between the two, but the smell of gunpowder had gradually spread.

"Well, you can't solve the problem like that. And Nelly was right, Lanloth's mastery of shadow spells did make the souls very uneasy. "Don't look at Maladar as the spokesman of the dead, one of the few draenei who is well-versed in souls and shadows, but this guy's role in the Council of Bishops is the most charismatic peacemaker and diplomat.

After all, how can you deal with the dead if you can't communicate with the living amicably?

It is precisely because of his existence that the soul priest of Oakington's mausoleum will not be regarded as an alien by his compatriots.

Maladal is not the strongest nor the wisest archbishop, but definitely the most convincing. In the face of the words of the spokesperson of the deceased, although Nelly still did not lose her breath, she still forced herself to calm down.

"Archbishop Ossar and the scholars of Elodor are building a portal to Oakington, and with the help of the Soul Priests, it is believed that the traces of Lanloth will soon be found through the Heroic Spirits. "Maladar knows that Nelly is a realist, and there is no way to really convince her without taking action.

"That's right. Ossar nodded, "The top priority is to catch the murderer first, and until then, I will let the Shatar Guards take strict precautions and not give him a chance." ”

The Sha'tar Guardians are Osar's troops, and unlike the Paladin-based garrison system, Sha'tar is an organization built by scholars and civilians. In addition to defending the city, it also has the ability to attack, and it is a rare all-round army.

"Well, if only he dared to appear at Elodor. Nelly said indignantly.

Without waiting for the others to answer, a vicissitudes of life voice suddenly came from the position at the gate: "You can't take him lightly, Nelly, Lan Luo has taken the holy relics of Tongtian Peak by himself." ”

"Prophet. Several archbishops stood up at the same time and bowed to the old man who had walked in with his head held high.

"Hataru, how's it going?" Although the relationship is tense on weekdays, Nelli still values this compatriot very much. Anyone can be absent from the Council of Bishops, but no one except Hataru and the Delaney has the ability to succeed him.

Despite his white beard, Viren's spirit was much better than that of the average young man. Piercing eyes stared directly at the Chief Ranger, and then slowly shook his head in the other's increasingly dull gaze.