The man in the cloak broke into the prophet's tent unreasonably, ignoring the fierce gaze of the guards around him, slapped the table in front of the old man, and said viciously: "It's that woman, the snake of light!"

Faced with the inexplicable anger of the uninvited guest, the old man opened his eyes unhurriedly, revealing a deep gaze. ((7764)) He tapped a withered finger on the table, motioning for the guest to relax.

"Mr. Saleen, information about that little girl...... Didn't you already confirm it when you arrived this morning?" the Prophet asked, looking up and whispering in some confusion.

"Forgive me for my presumption, but last night's information was only provided unilaterally by your side, and I can't use such information to explain to the adults above. And today, just now, I confirmed the existence of that woman with my own eyes!" The man named Saren lifted his hood, revealing a severely burned skull that was only half intact, and gritted his teeth as he rolled his dead fish eyes, "A feast of snakes, that's not ordinary magic!" That woman is now able to recast that magic on her own, which means that her strength has broken through to the silver rank. ”

"A silver-rank magician, a little girl...... Even if she is talented, it's nothing more than that, what's worth ...... What do you care so much about the Lord behind you?" the Prophet asked, furrowed, puzzled.

"If it weren't for this woman's obstruction in the North, our sect would have annexed the entire territory of the Oakland Kingdom by now!" Salen said through gritted teeth.

"If it weren't for my understanding of the power and power of your sect, I'm afraid I would have felt contempt for you to hear you say that. The prophet nodded slowly, and his face finally became serious: "Who is that little girl?"

"What kind of person? a person with a deep background! He once had twenty-four great knight guards, carried with him holy relics that could destroy an army of the undead, and was honored as a guest by the Timberwolf family, and used the highest standard of reception!"

When he said the word "holy relic", Saren subconsciously touched his burned skull, and his eyes showed strong hatred. He sneered twice and continued, "We don't know where this woman came from, but we've tasted how powerful this woman is. The Seven Counties of the North had opened her bounty to tens of thousands of gold coins, and within our sect, a big man had invited her as a regional bishop. ”

"You also promised me the position of Bishop of the region, and it turned out that it was just the little girl's leftovers?" the Prophet asked with a cold snort, a little displeasure.

"It's hard to say, but that's pretty much it, that woman impresses us far more than your brotherhood. [(7764)]" Salen shrugged his shoulders and said in a low voice, "Those are actually not important, you and I are also old friends who have dealt with each other many times, so I can also say some things to you." The upper echelons of the sect attached great importance to this woman, and the reward offered was quite considerable. ”

"What you can't even do, and expect me, an old man?" the Prophet shook his head noncommittally.

Saren knew how cunning the old guy in front of him was, and if he didn't have a tangible benefit guarantee, he would definitely not act lightly. After weighing her in his heart, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "If you can capture her alive, I can promise you on behalf of the above that all the conditions promised before will be doubled!"

The prophet's eyes lit up for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he sighed and smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid it's not that simple......"

"This is the highest I can promise you!" Salen exclaimed angrily.

"It's not about you, it's about ...... Those Istalons. The Prophet lifted his head and looked through the tent into the distance to the north. What really scared him was the menacing Isttalon army, and according to the intelligence, the little girl with the surname Landstadt was the head of the Isttalons.

"The remnants of Istalon can be exterminated together!" Salen disagreed with the Prophet's concerns, he pulled up his hood to cover his ugly face, stood up and said to the Prophet, "I will go and get in touch with the upper echelons now, please take the Sword Fortress according to the original plan, and then be sure to delay the joining of this Istalon army." When our lord's gaze falls here, these remnants of the defeated army will surely be wiped out!"

The Prophet watched as the messenger of the Cursed Sect turned away, a taunt flashing in his eyes, but remained silent. When silence returned to the tent, he stretched out his withered palm and gently stroked it into the basin of water beside him, and with the slight ripple of the water, the battle scene in Sword Castle City gradually emerged from the water.

The old man who was elected by the nobles was the elder of the previous generation of the Beifeng family, and in terms of seniority, he was still the uncle of the current head of the family, Michelo. Although he had previously maintained a neutral position as an elder, after seeing the true strength of Diana, he immediately decided to step up and take charge of the overall situation. Of course, this "immediately" is only relative to the aristocratic concept of time, and by the time he stood up and walked outside the courtyard, the puppeteer had already defeated Tiana.

The old man was just about to cough, clear his throat and prepare to speak, when he raised his head, he saw the eyes of the iron giant looking at him, although the iron giant did not have real eyes, but the power of the golden rank powerhouse swept over, and the words he was about to say were forced back.

As a nobleman who has played with power all his life, the old man is not afraid that the puppeteer will do it to him at this time, but he didn't think that the puppeteer would have a scapegoat sent to the door at this time, and the next scene was completely beyond his ability to accept in his heart.

The gold-rank powerhouse, a famous legend in the Kingdom of Oakland, who had become famous ten years ago, was so terrifying that people forgot his real name because his nickname was so terrifying that the man was pierced through the head by an arrow, and half of his head exploded into finely minced meat, sprinkled in mid-air like autumn leaves......

Autumn leaves?

The old man, who felt offended by his majesty, suddenly disappeared with a deep chill in his anger.

The puppeteer let out a strange cry that did not look like a human being, and all the bits and pieces of his body spun wildly in an instant, like a geared clock that had lost its logic, spewing countless tiny gears and high-temperature water vapor in all directions. In the mist-shrouded water vapor, the Iron Giant quickly disintegrated, splitting into five small metal golems that fled in different directions, while the Dollmaster himself drew his rapier from his staff and silently descended to the ground.

The tenacious vitality of the Gold-level powerhouse cannot be underestimated, and even if half of his head is shattered, the puppeteer can still support the completion of this series of actions to confuse the enemy. He knew that he had encountered a real strong enemy, and it was just a matter of bullying and bullying children in his current state, and there was absolutely no chance of winning in the face of enemies of the same level.

Since it is confirmed that it is an enemy of the same level, this series of deception actions may not be effective, and the puppeteer still trusts the sword in his hand the most at the critical moment. Feeling the space behind him seem to tremble slightly, although he was not sure that it was an enemy, the puppeteer still did not hesitate to turn around and stab a sword.

The thin sword in the cane began to twist in a clockwise direction at the same moment as the sword was drawn, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a screw again, and the space where it passed was twisted under this sword, as if it was pulled by some force on the blade, and even the space around it was distorted into a clockwise vortex.

A long knife quietly emerged from the void and sliced sideways across the path pierced by the spiral sword, blocking his path. No sound can be heard from the intersection of the two weapons, but the abnormal distortion of space can be observed with the naked eye. The hot water vapor that permeated the surrounding area suddenly found a pouring outlet, converging into a whirling vortex and disappearing into the focal point of the weapon.

Like a hot air balloon pierced by a needle, the heat gushing out of the eye of the needle frantically, but now it is this space that is punctured, although it is only an inconspicuous eye of the needle, it is enough to cause a windy version of the air vortex.

The puppeteer roared angrily, and the rotation speed of the spiral sword in his hand increased again, but the knife on the opposite side did not move, but approached little by little.

It is not a mere force, but the manifestation of some kind of law. If the space is compared to a blank piece of paper, the puppeteer is to twist the blank paper into a ball, and the knife on the opposite side is like a scissor, cutting the paper easily. The cut paper is still paper, and it can be re-spread no matter what it is twisted into, and this is how the Golden Rank powerhouses fight.

"The puppeteer, right? Although these little ghosts are not very competitive, if people think that the North Wind family has a false reputation, and anyone can come and step on it, then it will make me a little embarrassed. A slightly teasing voice came from the other side of the void.

The puppeteer tried his best to resist the knife that opened the door to the void, and he couldn't let go of his hand when he wanted to retreat, so he could only watch in despair as two fingers stuck together from behind the void and gently towards him.

The puppeteer only felt a light in his hand, and the spiral sword that had accompanied him for twenty years silently turned into a cloud of debris, and at the same time his entire right arm was shattered. The dignified old gold-rank powerhouse had no power to resist in front of the two fingers that were written lightly.

"Deciduous Swordsmanship!" the puppeteer let out a desperate wail as he struggled to escape, but his body was already rapidly disintegrating. It was just at the time of this sentence that his lower body also began to shatter.

Human beings always burst out with unimaginable potential in the face of the great horror between life and death, and seeing that their bodies could no longer be saved, the puppeteer gritted his teeth and raised his hand to smash the other half of his intact head.

The mangled body collapsed to the ground, turning into smoke and dust drifting away with the wind, and a generation of gold-rank powerhouses came to an end. Just when everyone thought that the dust had settled, the face of the young man who crossed over from the other end of the void changed, his eyes radiated a faint blue light, and he stretched out his arm branded with runes and fished forward with force, and actually grabbed a translucent white unknown object from the seemingly empty space.

That's the fire of the soul!

"No!" the puppeteer's mournful wail came from the soul fire, but El was unmoved, narrowing his eyes to take a closer look at the target he had captured for the first time, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

Source of the novel: Ran Library

(Jiangsu.com)