The ice blue eyes did not hide his resentful gaze, and Lore wanted to fight with Xia Zuo desperately, piercing Xia Zuo's heart with his sword, tearing that damn face apart, and burning this filthy **.

Originally, with the strength of his bronze fighter, he was able to achieve this goal, and Xia Zuo was surrounded by old and weak women and children, which made him decide to sneak attack the camp, kidnap Mira and threaten Xia Zuo to hand over the ring.

But the one-eyed man beside Xia Zuo, the man who made his plan go wrong, the man who easily suppressed him definitely belonged to a powerful existence that he couldn't resist, and Lore believed that as long as he made any undesirable moves, that man would take his life in an instant.

And just as Xia Zuo said, Bishop Meyer, his only relative, dear uncle, this elder who thinks about him everywhere and constantly plans for his future, he must not watch the other party die!

His face was pale, and Luo Er, who was staring at Xia Zuo, would make people worry about whether he would bite his teeth into pieces, and he didn't say a word coldly, but the ground of his feet suddenly cracked a few fine cracks, and the hot air currents rose under the cracks.

But the palm of his hand still slowly took the beautiful white paper with diagonal stripes and the valuable white swan brush handed by Mira.

"You can't do that, they're going to burn you at the stake!" Bishop Meyer's face was grim, and he waved his round palm anxiously, trying to snatch the pen and paper from Lore's hand.

Mira beside him grabbed the waving arm suddenly, as swift as a hunting lion and a leopard. Twist a pair of fat arms behind Meyer's bulging back.

Although Mira was only an intermediate warrior, her powerful strength was far from being able to resist Meyer, a pampered priest, and her white and tender little hands almost tore and dislocated his arms, and the pain in his heart made Bishop Meyer's face suddenly scarlet, and he let out a pig-killing wail in his throat.

"I write" Lore gritted his teeth fiercely, his face was pale, filled with Sensen's killing intent, and the scorching breath around his body was like the angry and scorching dragon breath in the mouth of the legendary Red Flame Fire Dragon, but he didn't dare to make a move. Even Mira, who was holding Meyer, was within reach of him. He didn't dare to make the slightest move outside of writing the Saint Yan Fighting Qi.

Xia Zuo smiled, looked at Luoer and wrote hard, and his bright smile was like that of a wealthy and gentle nobleman, "What an admirable uncle and nephew!

More than 1,000 words are sprinkled. Lore's handwriting is like his man's. The strokes of the iron pen and silver hook are full of anger and ferocity.

"Can we go?" waved his hand and smashed the white paper full of handwriting at Xia Zuo. The angry Lore couldn't even fully control the anger stirred up in his body, and the holy flame flashed in his palm, turning the valuable swan brush into ashes.

Bad attitude towards Lore. Xia Zuo didn't care at all, and when the paper full of fighting spirit flew in front of his face, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, and it slowly floated into Xia Zuo's hand as if it was supported by a palm.

Xia Zuo didn't look at it, and handed it to Mu Chamu beside him, he hadn't touched this kind of thing, and he couldn't tell the authenticity even if he was careful, but Mu Chamu was different. The old man is very powerful, and he has also studied the fighting spirit, so he can naturally tell whether Lore is doing anything inside.

The only one left was to carefully check word by word, and it took a long time for a cup of tea to nod and confirm that there was nothing wrong with the thing.

Xia Zuo smiled brightly, "Of course, you can go! I am a very honest person! Since you have paid the right price, I will naturally not hurt you! But please swear, please swear to the great God you believe in, if you leak the slightest news of me and my friends, you will be spurned by the Holy God, and your souls will be burned by the Holy Fire for eternity!"

Xia Zuo said it with a smile, but the bright and warm smile when he said this vicious curse made Uncle and Nephew Meyer shudder from the depths of their souls.

"I swear! I swear!" nodded again and again in a panic, Xia Zuo's voice fell, and Bishop Meyer, who nodded and thanked him for his kindness, half-dragged Lore away quickly, striding towards the south on a meteor, and the two figures didn't even have time to salute the left, and they quickly disappeared into the darkness.

What honors! What heresy! They don't want to think about it now, all they want is to get out of here as soon as possible! The farther away from the greedy evil demon of Natsuzo, the better.

They need to cross the Rodman Empire north and south to return to Elia, it is obviously impractical to walk on two legs, they must rush to the nearest city, where to find a way to get two inferior horses or a small carriage, although their pockets are already cleaner than the faces of the two, but as clergy, there should still be believers willing to give gifts to the servants of Almighty God.

"Uncle, are we going back like this?" Lore gritted his teeth unwillingly, his eyes were full of resentment and murder, and he couldn't help but reveal a little worry and fear.

There were too many great sins they had committed this time, such as interrupting their mission without permission, not reporting what they knew, leaking the secrets of the Holy See, and so on, any of which was an unforgivable capital crime for the Holy See, enough to burn both their uncles and nephews at the stake, to burn them with a holy flame, to wail in the flames, to wash away their sins, for the clergy to see.

And most importantly, they had no money, no gifts capable of impressing the greedy bishops, and no good enough, and those former friends were obviously not going to risk saying even half a word of good things for them.

"Of course we want to go back!But we don't go back with sin!" "Those two men, those two men, I have seen them, I have seen them on the wanted list of the Holy See, they are the remnants of the Garo rebels! I am sure they are the remnants of the Garo rebels that the church has been looking for!"

"Really, uncle, are you sure?" Lore's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but grab Meyer's fat shoulders and shake them back and forth, he was young and had not experienced the Garo rebellion, but he knew that it was a rebellion that was so powerful that it caused great losses to the church, and this topic had been taboo in the church for a long time.

After the suppression of the Gagara rebellion, anyone who had anything to do with the rebels was burned at the stake, and their relatives, friends, classmates, teachers, and tens of thousands of heretical filthy lives wailed in the square in front of the church, and the fire of sin burned for a day and a night, and the dark smoke and the smell of burnt flesh filled the sky over the city of Falsai for a whole month.

But even with the bloody encirclement and suppression of the Church, the Garo rebels still have fish that have slipped through the net, and some cunning rebels have changed their faces, hiding their identities and lurking in the dark corners of other countries, they are like a cancer lurking in the Church, making the servants of Almighty God and the noble priests uneasy at all times, and they will not tolerate it once they are discovered.

Over the years, the Church has been looking for these traitors to God, lowly and filthy heretics, but these lowly lives are like rats in a dark hole, although occasionally caught and burned, but many more are still hiding in all corners of the continent.

In order to clear these rebels who have brought shame to the Church, the Holy See will not hesitate to offer a large reward, and those who can capture these rebels will be reused by the Holy See, just like the current presiding judge of the Arbitration Institute.

Lore's idol, the great Golden Warrior, Judge Hussein, was the fire that burned tens of thousands of people, and the people of Elia still remember it, that brought him to his current position.

"Of course it's certain!" said Meyer, smiling, though he had sworn in the name of God, but in order to punish heresy for disrespect to God, the great and all-powerful God would surely forgive himself, and as soon as their uncle and nephew returned to the Holy See, a large number of knights of the Arbitration House would come to punish the heresy.

The bloody Arbitrator Knights, who exist to judge heresies, even within the Holy See, are mentionable, they have refined the art of killing, even the lowest knights of the Arbitration are powerful bronze fighters, they are cruel and ruthless, and in the will of God they will destroy any heresy that dares to blaspheme God with their own swords, and their iron hearts will never show the slightest mercy even in the face of old and weak women and children.

They will deal with Xia Zuo and those people for their uncle and nephew, and then no one will know that they have leaked the top secrets of the Holy See, and at the same time they have brought back the information of the rebels, they will be reused by the Church, he will become a real bishop, and Lore will enter the arbitration as he wishes, and become a real knight of arbitration.

The uncle and nephew laughed at the same time, hatred? No, no, they are even thanking Xia Zuo now!

Although they lost the Ancient Ring, they still have to thank him for bringing them the news of the rebellion, as long as their uncle and nephew return to Elia, then their future will be brightened in the light of the great God, and they may even get rid of their embarrassing status as commoners, and they will be able to enter the nobility circle, and even enter the middle and upper echelons of the church in a few years or ten years.

In the laughter, Lore's face suddenly froze, his face flushed with excitement quickly turned cold and pale, the cold breath spread outward from the burly and stiff body, and the handsome face slowly appeared with an ice blue light like beautiful eyes, like a stunned ice blue sculpture, glowing with a faint gorgeous luster.

Before the two of them could react, the fine cracks spread rapidly on Lore's body, and the icy blue light flashed away, rolling up a violent wind.

The uncle's and nephew's hideous smiles stiffened on their faces, and their bodies rapidly turned into ice-blue sculptures, and then the explosion rolled up into ice particles in the raging storm, and the fragments disappeared without a trace with the wind. (To be continued......) u