"Bilibili!

Alda affectionately hugged Bilibili's shoulder: "The great master asked you to come back, is that to send this leper dog?"

Bilibili grinned with bared teeth: "Don't talk nonsense, the great and terrifying master is waiting for us to get things done here." If you miss the master's business, you will definitely be beaten into meat sauce by the master!"

Alda's body trembled, he crooked his mouth, and muttered in a low voice, "Okay, I'm just curious, why the master is so troublesome to torture Mr. Mo from these people." In fact, in terms of my IQ, I directly told the Holy Light I that I want to know Mr. Mo, can't I meet him?"

Bilibili glanced at Alda with great disdain, he raised his head, and said vividly: "I can understand that you have wasted too much energy on those wonderful little cuties in Vias! But I must remind you that the wisdom of the master is beyond your comparison! As the Earl of Longshan, what excuse do you have to meet Mr. Mo?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Bilibili grabbed Iseda's neck, who was curled up in the corner of the carriage.

"And. As the head of the Hermit Guild of the Mountains, and as the head of the personal think tank of the Emperor of the Gallic Empire, how many people know that their existence is not worth wasting the identity of the Earl of Longshan in order to hunt down Mr. Mo!"

The carriage slowly passed through the door of the security department, and Bilibili slashed a knife on Iseda's neck before pushing him out of the carriage. The darkness of the night covered up the gore and sin, and Iseta fell to the ground with a heavy blow. But no one found him.

Blood continued to flow from the wound on his neck, and Iseda, who was still in a coma, returned to the arms of the gods in such a daze.

A quarter of an hour later, a team of brass hats on night patrol was shocked to find Iseta who had fallen to the ground and was dead. The bigwigs from the church, the alchemists' union, and the magicians' union poured over like flies that smelled blood. Iseda's body was quickly rummaged through.

A letter written in the Elves of the Abyss was passed down in the hands of all the big people, the letter was simple, but the content was extremely terrifying:

"Ladies and gentlemen. Please accept the tribute from the revelation of the gods, and please accept our little gift. ”

"A long, long time ago, there was a traitor among us. His real name, I don't think people will be interested. The reason and process of his defection, I think everyone has no intention of knowing too clearly. All in all, he betrayed the Revelation of the Gods, and he hid incognito within the territory of the Gallic Empire. ”

"Coincidentally, when we learned about the appearance of bismuth with purple keel, we were also interested in it. But unfortunately, you're one step ahead of us. You've got your hands on that precious batch of dyes, and luckily, we've been able to find this poor young man. ”

"To our surprise, his body has undergone the transformation of the supreme mystery of the gods' revelation, and he has been transformed into a magical body with a full attribute of magical elements that are perfectly fitted. This is the best object for our dream of experimenting with high-grade potions. ”

"What surprised us even more was that he was still our traitor's protégé!"

"May all the gods become the real products on our dissecting table, this traitor, he actually has such a huge resource at his disposal. Purple-veined keel bismuth, we're curious where he got these treasures. But his protégé really disappointed us. He didn't know much about this traitor, so he was disposed of!"

"And so it is, the Revelation of the Gods greets all the noble Lords! Bless your bones, which will one day be placed in our herbarium. Especially to the adults of the Temple of Dawn, we really want to get some bone marrow full of light power from you!"

The content on the letterhead is like this, the Abyss Elf Script is born from the elven language, and the big names of the major forces present have at least hundreds of years of life, and the Abyss Elven script is as difficult for them as the lingua franca of the Western Continent.

But the contents of this letter are so powerful!

"Revelation of the gods, these damned heretics, they're here in Berelli!" several elders of the Temple of Punishment clenched their fists, "They must not be allowed to escape, including this so-called traitor, they must be punished with the severest punishment." ”

Wright: "What surprises me is why there is such a letter! If the people of the Divine Revelation want to investigate the source of the purple dragon bone bismuth, they kidnapped Iseta before us, which is completely understandable, because the efficiency of these heretics will always be higher than ours, not to mention that we still have so many old friends here to make trouble?"

Many of the elders of the church looked angrily at the elders of the Wizard's Guild and the Alchemist Guild around them, and these powerful mages looked at the dwarves who were pouring ale even more angrily.

It's all because of mutual procrastination, and when the troops were sent to arrest Iseda, they were a little late for a quarter of an hour, and as a result, Iseta was plundered ahead of schedule. What made them vomit blood even more was that when they used a lot of resources and used the intelligence network all over the continent to investigate Iseda's family origin and all social relations, the 'heretics of the gods' brazenly sent the body of this unlucky ghost to themselves.

The dwarven king, who had come to Berelli with a large group of men, burped, spat heavily on his wine, and said with a grin: "Stop talking nonsense about pushing each other, and now let's discuss a question - who is the so-called traitor of the people of the gods?"

The dwarf king, who had messy short hair, shook his head and said, "That traitor, that is also the teacher of this dead boy, this purple-veined dragon bone bismuth must have been obtained by him from somewhere." If he can get these ores, he can get more! All we need is the source of these ores. ”

Pouring the last sip of ale wine from the wine bag, the Dwarf King said in a deep voice, "According to the professional eye of a dwarf, the amount of purple-veined keel bismuth mixed with those dyes is only a tenth gram at most. It can at least double the power of a demigod artifact, and if it is forged correctly, it can even increase the power of a demigod artifact by ten times!"

Taking a deep breath, the dwarf king said solemnly: "No matter whether this matter is a conspiracy behind someone's back, whether someone is using the power of all of us to find out the so-called traitor for some people, but we must work hard to find him, work hard to investigate, and dig him out at any cost!"

With a triumphant hiccup, the dwarf king showed a bright smile to the big men of the various forces who were thoughtful: "In the end, all the purple-veined dragon bone bismuth we get, our dwarf clan only needs three achievements, and you can divide the rest equally!"

Leyte?Dawn longs to slay this greedy old dwarf with the most powerful magic of all. He said angrily: "Sancheng, Dwarf King Fire Hammer, aren't you afraid of dying if you have such a big appetite?"

Fire Hammer tilted his head and looked at Wright?Dawn, he sneered: "Either give us thirty percent, or when you beg us dwarves to forge a demigod weapon for you, we will charge fifty percent of the processing fee......!" Look at it!"

Dawn closed her mouth.

The alchemists also kept their mouths shut.

The magicians were silent.

The other forces, large and small, except for the people of the Thieves Guild who hid in the secret and did not say a word, all the others were suffocated by the words of the fire hammer. All forces have some methods for casting demigods, and there are also good magic forgers and forgers. But it is generally accepted all over the world that if you want to forge the best equipment, you have to find the dwarves!

Their casting inheritance is the most complete, their experience is the richest, and their skills are the most exquisite! The same equipment forged from the same materials, the weapons produced by the dwarves are at least thirty percent stronger than the equipment forged by others!

So Firehammer's words were tacitly approved by everyone, and their attention instantly shifted to Iseda's corpse. A dwarf walked up to Iseda, grabbed his body roughly, and shook him violently.

The onlookers shook their heads, they had already checked every inch of Iseda's body, and if there was anything left on him, it would not be missed. But after the dwarf shook Iseta for a while, he grabbed Iseta's boots roughly, tearing them in two - and with a 'bang', a small black metal brand the size of a palm fell out of the cracked boot.

The dwarf laughed: "The stone is on it, when I was a child, I was not old enough to smoke, so I secretly hid the tobacco in this way!"

The big people around them blushed, and they all missed their eyes!

Dawn took a deep breath, and with a casual move, the iron plate fell into his hand. He glanced at the pattern on the iron plate, and his face suddenly changed slightly. Seeing Wright Chenxi's appearance like this, the Chief Grand Elder of the Alchemist Guild standing beside him immediately snatched the iron card from his hand.

On the iron plaque is a hideous and ugly black hydra with a mysterious aura all over it. On the head of the snake in the middle of the hydra, there is actually a small crown. On the other side of the iron plate, there is the best description of Hydra by a famous poet of the Dark Age - wise as he is, hidden deep in the swamp, but controlling a qiē elemental power!

Dawn turned her head and glanced at the Holy Light I, who looked as usual, but the silver light in his eyes became more and more intense.