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Wandering Immortals Chapter 392 Night Battle

As he slowly approached the wall1. ★ Aishang Novel Network Network is updated quickly (╰→dushuge), and the novel is complete ★ when you want to climb the wall with a demonic stickiness and enter the gate. A middle-aged swordsman with slightly gray hair at the door looked at him fiercely. The terrifying long sword of equal length in his hand jumped up, and a brilliant silver light flew like a meteor. The sword blade is like electricity, and the body is like thunder in the air!

There was a long, strange "click". The sharp sword that was as sharp as wood was like a sharp blade into a cake. Half pierced into the hard wall! It frowned: it was only when a gust of wind passed by. I smell a smell here. Why is there no east now?

As he drew his sword, he instructed the swordsmen who came behind him, "Don't be distracted! Give me all the "see through the invisible". Serious searching! Something seemed to be shaking around here just now. It could be a bad character. Don't be careless!" Yan shut himself and tried to smell the breath around him.

But God is not beautiful. Now it has become Shun again. It's hard to smell the oncoming enemy. Four or five swordsmen searched back and forth for a long time. Even after searching the air for a long time, the "flying technique" did not find any trace of the enemy, and the leader shouted: "There may be an idea of the enemy attacking our side." Maybe we'll want to go down our sewers into the main temple. Go to the temple and ask for reinforcements. And defend their sewer entrances!"

Quickly moving back into the outer bushes the gum monster Bonook cursed angrily: These damn guys are really more monkey spirits than a monkey. Thought of it so quickly. Damn it. How can you get in now?!, just as he was at a stalemate, he heard a strange clucking sound of a squirrel coming from the tree behind him. When I turned my attention, I noticed a slick squirrel squatting on a branch overhead. He was staring at a pair of big eyes and looking this way. There was also a mocking gurgling sound coming from his mouth. It's really upsetting: "How does this little guy know that there is something here?" Oh~~ Maybe they have a very smart nose. I smell the gelatinous monster I have now. Alas~~ I was careless. Ordinary mages may not be able to smell anything unusual. But a trained Scienta Warrior and Priest should be able to tell the difference. It looks like it can't get in. I heard the squirrel above still giggling and "laughing", and even clutched his stomach and made an extremely ridiculous appearance. Suddenly secretly retreated angrily: What are you laughing at?! If it weren't for the fear of being discovered by them. I'm going to slap you into a thin skin right now!

He cautiously and slowly climbed out of more than 2,000 feet. It was intended to re-enter the dense jungle of the island before returning to its human form. Squatting in the damp mountain nest and meditating on his plans to steal. As soon as he retreated less than a hundred feet, he saw a few Sciencor battle priests with a strong figure like a tiger and a life-length sword flying in the direction of the temple. Like a great eagle floating in the air, he shouted to the people here, "Several followers of the gods Shar and Kelly have been found in the temple. It's very difficult! is scurrying around the temple to confuse the situation. The temple must be fortified to prevent anyone from entering! We'll be in a moment to get a few of the fully equipped mages and priests of the god Nenivar to assist you in your defense. ”

Bonu, who is in a state of gelatinous monsters, listens to the cold. Neniwar is the great god of war in the Cosmos. Her image is that of a beautiful mage who is healthy and heroic. In his right hand, he holds a large, delicate spell scepter as brilliant as the sun and the moon. Inside, it can cast all kinds of powerful shaping spells and protective spells, and to the left and right is a long crystal-like strange spell book, and the crystal transparent body hides almost all the arcane knowledge except for necromancy.

Because the god of war Nevar is also the patron saint of businessmen. There is a strong affection for things that destroy people, such as plagues, the undead, and so on. While she has not officially denied necromancy in the canon, she has not advocated the study of some spells. As a result, most of her followers do not learn the spell. But even so, most of those believers are also Sinnoh double cultivators. All of them are both excellent in terms of will and physique. With these warriors and priests of the god Scienta Cole. Like a barbed copper wall. Indestructible!

Seeing that there was no hope, Bonook secretly cursed in his heart and quietly withdrew from the distance. And the squirrel on the tree also slipped away from the branch unconsciously.

Although Stanfa's messenger is the first, he can be regarded as diligent. With a ledger in hand, he followed the steward and some craftsmen and mages to purchase repair items in the large warehouses of merchants in the surrounding streets. After a large number of accounts were recorded in a hurry. He followed them back to the office building-like temple of Nenival. After preparing to report the situation to Kusa and the others, he immediately returned to the dock and began the repair work.

On the street walking to the temple of the office building. A pet squirrel that had scurried out of nowhere and crawled into his pocket! pinched the little squirrel lying on his back in his pocket and laughed: "Are you quite good at recognizing people?" I didn't see him for a few hours, and I ran away to Satono? There are many wild cats, wild dogs, and thieves on this island. I'll take you in one bite. "Pinched two. I found this little thing to have a good bullet. I couldn't help but pinch a few handfuls under the excellent feel.

Wear a corridor as smooth as colored jade. Walked into the Kusa room, which was intricately patterned with gold. The headlights in the interior are carved out of crystal. The tables and chairs shine like gold and silver, and the bookcases on the walls are painted like rainbows. The colors are gorgeous. It's like stepping into a treasure trove of brilliance. I can't close my eyes anymore.

So when he saw Kusima and Gao, he suddenly felt frightened. Cautiously watched the slightly fat steward Rory's wordy report after finishing the purchase of a large number of materials. A majestic priest of Kusima in a lilac light gown. It looks like a king with an extraordinary appearance. With a heart-stirring sound. Slowly, he explained, "Just follow your plan." Also, I have a letter to give to the ship's battle priest, Centurion. Let him have some fighting priests go to the aid of the Church of God in Sondacole. The churches outside the island are getting bolder. It's all starting to infiltrate the temple of Sandakol. I'll look at it in two more days. They're all going to go on a general attack!, so you're going to get those craftsmen to fix the ships quickly. Let's be ready for the battle. Money is definitely not a problem!"

The steward was overjoyed. Wasted a long day of tongue. What I want is your sentence "Money is definitely not a problem"!

for your support. We'll be able to finish it tomorrow before the sun sets1. A new battleship is handed over to you!"

Kumasa waved his hand noncommittally. After signaling him to stop, he took out an envelope and handed it to the steward, ordering him to immediately turn it over to the battle priest centurion, who was still on the ship. Steward 1 immediately stayed with Stanfa and the others to collect the materials and craftsmen. Then he entered the dock and prepared to start work, and by the way, handed the letter to the centurion on board.

The other party didn't say a word after seeing the letter. Command more than twenty combat priests who are both divine and arcane to form a battle group. Quickly support the Church of Sandakol.

After seeing more than a dozen combat priests chanting incantations, they boiled away like birds soaring into the sky. Stanfa's heart sank. Slowly doing his own bookkeeping work. When a little free. When you're ready to tease the little squirrel in your pocket again. only to find that the squirrel is gone again!

"Where did this little ghost slip away again?" he was a little anxious: couldn't it be that he had fallen on the road? It seems like before leaving the Neneva church building. It didn't move. Could it be that it slipped into the big inside to find food?!mm~~ It's very possible. Ah. Hopefully it doesn't hit the cats and dogs? Hopefully it doesn't, or there won't be anyone to play with me tonight. In the midst of this anxiety of suffering and loss, he continued his work. Until the sun slowly sets in the west. It gradually turns into a vivid orange and red splendor on the ocean.

Then the lights of the dock brightened up, and gradually brightened up, and the darkness became deeper and deeper, and even all the magic headlights were lit on the battleship. The delicate light of the whole body is as if it were daylight. Let those craftsmen up and down continue to work overtime to complete their work.

According to the intention of the slightly fat steward. I'm going to work overtime all night today. And Stanfa as an accountkeeper. You have to accompany the craftsmen to record every material and deal with a lot of chores. For a while, I was busy running around, and my head was raised. Fortunately, the heavens are beautiful. In the deep moonless night, I don't know when a cold generosity blew up. Not only is it faintly painful to scrape on the skin, but it is also stirring in the sea, the tide is slapping left and right, and the sound of the waves is loud in all directions. Even the fortress-strong ones began to stagger. The craftsmen who worked on the surface of the hull were not able to stand on their feet and seam tightly, and the repair work was temporarily suspended.

The fat thing scolded angrily: "This is damn wind! You come when I have something important." Looks like it's going to be a big wave again. Alas~~ How can I make a meritorious contribution in front of Pastor Kusima?" He walked around with indignation in his heart. 1. Anxious appearance. It's like he's just been a pirate robber. It's all so difficult.

The windiest waves are getting bigger and bigger. The broad waves are like rows of whistling giant palms, constantly hitting the sturdy large piers, coastal facilities, etc. The big ship which I pushed shook sharply. It's a little hard to even stand firm. Endlessly. The fat steward commanded the people to disperse. Wait until tomorrow when the strong wind passes.

I can finally not be tossed by you! Stanfa, who was exhausted, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was the busiest on this day. It is necessary to use both the brain and the hands. It is also necessary to check the use of materials up and down. It can be said that inside and outside the boat. It's a mile to get on and off the boat, and it's still standing - there's a chance to rest. Now I just feel sore and unbearable. I just want to fall asleep upside down.

So he was dizzy, and his limbs followed the chubby steward as if they were an occasion. Slowly return to the Neniwar Church building in the city. In a basement that was as dark as a small cabin. He fell headfirst on his damp wooden bed. The damp musty smell around it. It's like going back to the days of mixed pirates. Morning joy and hope. Now it's wrapped up in layers of loss. Washing. Before I knew it, I had brought out a tear. Stained the already damp bedding.

Is this what I was hoping for?

Is stewardship the future I want?

It shouldn't be. It shouldn't be ~~

He was infinitely bitter and extremely melancholy, when he suddenly heard a burst of exclamations and commotion outside. It seems like something big has happened. Everyone in the city came out and ran away! He sat up nervously again. Secretly speculated: It can't be those churches that killed the shore, right?!

Wait for him to run out. However, I heard that it was really the subordinates of the god of Shar who killed the secret!

"Undead!" shouted people in the hallway and ran up the tall tower. The loud bell rang: "There are a large number of dead people who are attacking the city! And the sea ghost ship of the god Shar is attacking! Assemble and prepare for battle!" and the priest Kusima, dressed in a light dress, went to the courtyard and ordered, "Anyone who knows third-order spells." Immediately line up!Come with me to help defend the city!"The undead themselves are not a big one. But they are often attached to them with multiple curses, epidemics, plagues, or poisons, and so on. One let them into the city. Even just a few can wreak havoc on everyone in the city. It has even made some small cities uninhabitable for decades! Although the power is weak, the destructive power is quite amazing. So the best thing to do is to concentrate them and exterminate them outside the city. Therefore, for the sake of everyone's common tranquility. The living forces of all factions in the city must participate in it without hesitation.

Even the temples of the Nenivars and the Church of Cindacole could not sit idly by. Otherwise, a handful of undead spirits carrying plague and poison will enter the city. That would cause incalculable damage. As a result, even the church of Sondakol in the distance did not fail to draw out the very scarce manpower. Go to the walls on all sides to defend them. And that's what Shar and other gods are looking forward to. If you don't defend it, the city will be broken, and that is when the tragedy begins. If you go to defense, the city guards are weak. Once thin, there is a chance to infiltrate.

None of this has anything to do with Stanfa, though. Instinctively, I wanted to go to the docks outside the city to check on the battleship. But Pastor Kusa went in a hurry. Aside from the large number of guards and mage-clergy, Ben didn't bring any non-combatants. And the chubby steward beside him also persuaded: "Don't go to join in the fun, be careful of those sharp teeth and claws of the undead scratch your head! Pack your own things. Always ready to evacuate. ”

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