……

The Traveler's God?

How did he end up here?!

Matthew quickly calmed down, his gaze calmly meeting the gaze of the Traveler God.

His current appearance is disguised, and he is wearing a high-imitation star weaving robe, if he doesn't deliberately distinguish it, even if the god projection is at close range, it is easy to ignore himself.

"Don't be suspicious."

Matthew secretly admonished himself that he maintained a high degree of vigilance in line with the principle that the enemy does not move and I do not move.

The Traveler's gaze didn't last long, it looked like it was about three or four seconds, and then it was retracted very peacefully.

He didn't continue to pay attention to Matthew.

That's the good news.

However, the slight changes in Matthew's body were sensed by Mary Joy, who was beside him.

This woman's perception is very amazing.

No change in mood seemed to escape her eyes.

"What's wrong, Mentor?"

Mary Joya asked softly.

Mentor is the title given to himself by Matthew, just like the white helmet, walking the rivers and lakes is a defective underworld force, where does he dare to use his real name.

Fortunately, this phenomenon is very common within the Scourge Order.

Mary Joya herself prefers the pronoun camellia.

"Do you know Mr. Kim?"

She asked.

Mr. Kim?

Matthew's eyes narrowed slightly, didn't this guy use his real identity either?

Also.

At this time, Matthew noticed that the appearance of the Traveler God had changed significantly from the one he had seen before.

The reason why Matthew was able to recognize it at the first time was, on the one hand, his keen perception and the other party's relatively special temperament, and on the other hand, he still relied on the prompts of the data column.

Not seen for a few days.

The projection of the other party became more solid, and the image looked more like a real human than a god from above.

Matthew knows.

Such a short time is definitely not enough for the Traveler God to complete the reincarnation, and there is a high probability that the other party will be a woman after reincarnation.

Therefore, it is likely that the projection of the Traveler God has undergone some kind of enhancement ritual to have its current image.

His strength has also improved a lot, at least at the level of a quasi-legendary.

This is the root cause of Matthew's extreme vigilance.

"Mr. Kim?"

"No, I don't know him."

Facing Mary Joa's torture.

Matthew showed his ability to adapt on the fly, he licked his lips, and a provocative smile appeared on his face:

"I just think he's sexy."

"Forehead ......"

Mary Joya choked.

She didn't seem to expect Matthew to answer like this, and after a two-second hesitation, she smiled:

"You're really straightforward."

As if overheard the conversation between Mary Joya and Matthew, the Traveler God, who goes by the alias Mr. King, once again cast a friendly look at them.

"I heard what you said, necromancer, I think you're very tasteful, do you need to exchange contact information?"

Mr. Jin smiled slightly and took out a magic business card.

Matthew was prepared.

He handed over a thin bone shard, with the address written on it in White Rock City, where there was a mailroom shared by necromancers.

Under the complicated gaze of Mary Joa.

The two exchanged contact information smoothly.

Finally.

Mr. Kim suddenly grinned at Matthew:

"Remember to look for me."

"I love your hat."

Matthew was still smiling on the surface, but his heart sank.

On the surface, the other party is just complimenting his dress.

But in fact.

I like your hats is a very special slang phrase on the East Coast.

On the coastline south of the bay, due to the humid and rainy climate, people mostly need to wear hats to travel, and different types of hats are worn by different occupations.

Said to be at the pier of Deep Blue Harbor.

People can quickly tell each other what they are doing by wearing hats on each other's heads.

Hence the evolution of the "I like your hat" is equal to "I know your details".

This slang or slang first originated in the coastal cities of the south, and over time, even the merchants of Rolling Rock Town would use it fashionably when they were docking.

The other party obviously recognized his identity.

This made Matthew a little worried.

Fortunately, after Mr. Jin finished saying that, there was no other action.

Carriages slowly moved out of the portal behind him.

The underground ponies, known as the small phase horses, meekly line up in tunnels to form a long convoy.

Matthew counted.

There were 19 wagons in total, each carrying a cage of the kind of monsters that were twisted into twists.

These monsters were unleashed with Slumber and Distortion.

And near the cage, there is a careful magic of light refraction.

This makes it impossible for outsiders to distinguish the identity of the monster.

What made Matthew most curious was that the carriage in the center was carrying a fully enclosed cage, and the other cages were all made of iron, except that the cage was actually sealed with fine oak planks.

From time to time, there was a thumping sound inside.

It seems that someone is calling for help.

Mary Joya and Mr. Kim had a round of handovers.

It didn't take long.

Mr. Kim smiled and disappeared behind the portal.

He didn't say a word to Matthew again.

Seeing the other person disappear.

Matthew secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least his identity has not been revealed for the time being, and since the Traveler God has used a pseudonym and hidden his identity, this means that at least on the surface, he and the Scourge Order are not of the same mind.

There is still room for operation on your own.

"Let's go!"

Mary Joya beckoned everyone on their way.

The underground ponies in the convoy were not equipped with drivers, but that didn't stop them from methodically consigning supplies.

In fact.

This underground pony is second only to the Quinman lizard.

The reason why they are called small phase horses.

It is because they and their consignments have a very subtle ability to distort and correct phases as they advance through the underground space.

They automatically correct the space around them according to changes in the terrain, giving them more room to move forward.

This is an innate ability to cast spells, and it works passively, making it very useful.

It's just that the space that the underground pony can influence is relatively limited.

Can only be applied to yourself and the carriage behind you.

And the big phase horse, which really has the ability to travel directly between rocks, has long since become extinct in the long river of history.

But even so.

In the depths of the Dark Regions, such as the Deep Bottom City, there is still a legend that the Lava Lord swept the underground cities with three hundred phase horse knights.

Under the leadership of Mary Joy, the convoy moved forward in an orderly manner.

The passage of the underground world is very long, and the surrounding space seems quiet and dim.

It is precisely because of this environment.

As a result, the slightest sound can travel for several kilometers.

So it's common sense for everyone to keep quiet when conducting secret marches underground.

This common sense further exacerbated the lifeless atmosphere, and all could be heard only the sound of footsteps, the slight sound of horses' hooves, and the heavy sound of ruts.

It's a drowsy ride.

Matthew sat down in a carriage, and the little phase horse paused for a moment, then obediently continued on his way.

He yawned.

And then this yawn is as if it has the ability to be infected.

Several of the Scourge cultists before and after him yawned.

"The alertness is so low...... What kind of escort mission is this. ”

Matthew is superficially rambling.

But he secretly sneered in his heart.

He turned his head to look at the White Helmet, whose entire face was hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see his expression and countenance.

And in the midst of this lethargic march.

The convoy advanced another 5 km or so.

Ahead of you pass by an underground stone forest.

Suddenly.

A herd of beasts jumped out of a crack in the rock.

They are frantically attacking the Scourge cultists!

"There are attackers!"

Mary Joya exclaimed:

"Defensive stance!"

There weren't a lot of people in the vicinity of the convoy, most of them from the Dark Sanctuary, and a dozen or so of Mary Joy's followers left.

Sixty or seventy of these people were combined.

And the group of beasts in front of him composed of underground owl beasts, dreadclaw beasts, broken winged birds and other species is only thirty or forty in total.

The number of people on both sides is obviously superior to the Scourge Order's side.

So except after a little loss at the beginning.

The Scourge Order's side held its line of defense.

Mary Joya ordered everyone to guard the carriage and the phase horse around her.

This decision is not problematic.

After all, the number of enemies has not yet been completely determined, and the task of their trip is also to escort, and the monsters carried on the car are their most important possessions.

Therefore, the people of the Scourge Order fought with considerable restraint.

They focus on repelling the attacks of the herds.

A few minutes down.

Although there was a lot of fighting on the side of the carriage, there didn't seem to be many injuries.

Whether it is the car-guarding staff or the beast side, the two sides are going back and forth and watching fiercely, but in fact, few people hang the lottery.

Matthew saw this scene in his eyes.

I laughed even louder in my heart.

"Do you need me to use a spell?"

He deliberately asked Mary Joya out loud.

That moment.

He could feel a lot of eyes on him, most of them from his colleagues—

After all, the day Matthew cast his signature spell.

Many of the people of the Scourge Order have seen it.

"No!"

Mary Joya said loudly:

"You have to conserve your mana, what if they have stronger enemies?"

Matthew really wants to say one more sentence:

"But I have a lot of mana, and I don't need to save it."

But this sentence is a bit out of place.

So he endured it and didn't say anything.

That's it.

He sat on the side of the car and watched the two sides fight fiercely in the dark.

These beasts seem to be trying hard to disguise themselves as druids from the Earth Society.

They often utter words:

"Get out of our territory, you monsters who believe in the Scourge!"

"I'm going to tear you to shreds!"

"Mother Earth can't spare you!"

Replace it with ordinary people.

Perhaps they will also be blinded by their performances.

After all, the Blighters also inherited some of the druid's power, and they can also turn into beasts and have the ability to cast spells wildly.

But in Matthew's eyes.

The difference between an orthodox druid and a blight is clear at a glance.

He has a very high natural affinity.

But whenever an orthodox druid becomes a beast, Matthew will find it pleasing to the eye at a glance.

And the beast that the blighter has become, even if the other party is really a vivid imitation, Matthew will find it vulgar.

It's a force from the field.

Ordinary methods can never be fooled.

"Perhaps, that's how the Traveler's God recognized me."

Matthew thought to himself.

The two sides fought for a while.

Mary Joy appeared to be patient, dealing with the enemy's limp surprise attack.

Matthew was even bored enough to count the few drops of sweat that had squeezed out of her forehead and chest.

But at this time.

Sudden mutations.

Some of the beasts suddenly turned into human figures in turquoise robes.

The humans screamed and rushed around the wagon.

They didn't get too close, though.

Instead, he threw out large patches of black powder with his bare hands from afar!

These black powders look like coal dust from a distance.

When you get closer, you can feel a strong fishy smell!

"Watch for dodge!"

Mary Joya reminded loudly.

She was shouting at Matthew and the White Helmets.

The White Helmet is extraordinary, and he dodged the powder with his extraordinary agility.

And Matthew couldn't dodge it.

But he shook off his clothes, threw himself a spotless one, and all the powder was swept aside.

See this scene.

Mary Joya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The next moment.

A low chant rang out.

A strange magical force erupted from the stone forest.

Followed by.

Matthew watched as a man wearing a shaman-like mask came out of the stone forest.

His hair was disheveled, covered with tiny bones and green foliage.

Accompanied by his chanting.

Those who were stained with black powder all disappeared in place!

Matthew suddenly had an interesting expression.

"It's ...... Mass exile? ”

He reacted.

data bar.

……

"Hint: You used Dust Cleanless to remove bone meal from otherworldly creatures.

You are immune to the exile of groups with unknown targets."

……

I see.

"First by spreading the bone meal of the otherworldly creature on the target's body, so that the target is judged to be an otherworldly creature in a short period of time, so the group banishment can take effect, this spell casting idea is a bit new."

Matthew stared intently at the shaman, whose aura made Matthew feel familiar.

He was getting ready to do it.

But Mary Joy grabbed him:

"You go first!"

"You and the White Helmets, escort the carriage in the center, follow the direction on the map, to the marked location of the Black Cross, no matter what happens on the road, the escort is the most important! Do you understand?! ”

said.

She couldn't help but drag Matthew to pull the white helmet, and forcibly stuffed the two of them into the carriage.

The rest of the small phase horses obediently moved out of the way.

"But we can stay and help you."

Matthew's face was stunned:

"Although they were all banished, we could have dragged them until they returned."

The White Helmets also expressed a similar attitude in righteous words.

Mary Joya said without changing her face:

"We've got a chance to hold out until they come back, but I'm not sure what's going on."

"I'm familiar with the road conditions here, it's suitable for the break, you two, remember to guard the things in this cage, and don't open it without permission!"

"Let's go!"

As she spoke, she slapped the little phase horse's butt.

The latter stepped away from the horse's hooves, pulled Matthew and the White Helmet, squeezed past his compatriots, and fled unhindered all the way.

And behind them.

Mary Joya was in a battle with the rest of the beasts.

Soon.

Her tragic figure vanished into the darkness.

In a hollow tunnel.

All that remained was the excited of the herd.

Matthew and White Helmets glanced at each other, and their eyes were a little subtle.

The carriage ran out for two or three kilometers in one go.

Neither of them said a word.

But at this moment, a strong knocking sound suddenly came from the wooden cage behind them!

"Let me out!"

"Let me out!"

It was a voice with a weak, soft voice that made it difficult to distinguish between genders.

The two of them looked back together.

"What's in there?"

The White Helmets were the first to speak.

Matthew snorted:

"Who knows?"

"I'd like to open it up, but it's a pity that I'd better forget it at this time."

The white helmet glanced at him with interest, and suddenly smiled lowly:

"I didn't expect us to be so trusted."

"The most important thing is that we actually let us escort it."

Matthew also laughed and snorted:

"It shows that Ms. Mary Joya values us."

The White Helmet laughed dryly:

"To be honest, I'm a little flattered."

Matthew patted him on the shoulder:

"This is a good thing, as long as we can successfully complete this errand, maybe we will be able to rise in the Scourge Order in the future."

The White Helmets don't look so optimistic:

"Do you really think it's that simple?"

"I've often heard people say that the business of the Scourge Cult is a lifeless errand, aren't you afraid?"

Matthew yawned seemingly nonchalantly:

"It doesn't matter, anyway, before joining the Scourge Order, I often dealt with life and death."

The White Helmet watched him silently.

It seems to be assessing the truth and falsity of this statement.

The carriage went some way further.

When arriving at a fork in the road.

Matthew glanced at the map given by Mary Joya and chose to head left.

Right now.

The White Helmet suddenly said faintly:

"I think we should be honest about you're no ordinary necromancer."

Matthew smiled lightly:

"Would you admit to being an ordinary ranger?"

"As far as I know, even a normal Ranger can force that thing to work when they're drunk."

"It's not a good habit to cheat on the patriarch when you first join the Order."

The white helmet was stunned for a moment, and then asked rhetorically:

"Didn't you deceive her?"

"I checked it just now when it was chaotic, and you're healthy underneath."

Matthew's face stiffened slightly.

He glanced at the data bar.

……

"Hint: Your companion Whitehelm stole a bone from your pocket.

The bone that your companion White Helmet returned.

Taking this opportunity, your companion White Helmet uses an "animal diagnosis" on your crotch.

Animal Diagnosis: Ranger advanced ability, mostly found in special part-time jobs such as veterinarians, can be used to diagnose the reproductive ability of animals."

……

"I didn't expect you to be a veterinarian."

Matthew clutched his pockets in frustration, and he counted them, finding that the number of bones had not changed.

Only then did his face look better.

These bones were deliberately placed in his pocket to fill the character of the perverted necromancer.

But it's been a long time.

He still has a lot of feelings for these bones, and if someone really steals one, Matthew will be a little unhappy.

Fortunately, the White Helmets should only use this action to perform the diagnosis.

I have to say.

People who go out these days have one or two unique skills.

The concealment of the White Helmet's movements.

Even Matthew didn't notice much.

It shows that he is skillful.

"No matter what your background is, remember not to steal from me next time, otherwise you will feel good!"

Matthew warned in a low voice.

The White Helmet sneered:

"Don't worry, don't take it as an example."

Matthew's complexion was slightly slower:

"How can you, a ranger, be so skilled at theft?"

The White Helmets snorted:

"The relationship between the Ranger and the Rogue is not so distant, and the two classes make cameos with each other much more often than you might think."

"Speaking of which, who the hell are you?"

Matthew looked left and right:

"Aren't you afraid that the wall has ears?"

The White Helmet said confidently:

"If I can't even do this bit of anti-reconnaissance, then I don't have to be a ranger."

Matthew snorted:

"Before asking someone about their identity, you should report yourself."

White Helmet thought for a moment:

"Otherwise, let's play a little game - if I can steal something from you in front of you, tell me who you really are."

"Note that during this time, you can put in place perfect protection for yourself, but you can't attack me."

Stealing in person?

Is this guy so confident?

Ma Xiuzhi wanted to refuse, but he was actually extremely curious about the identity of the White Helmet.

So he nodded:

"Yes."

The next second.

He took out the Psalm of Guardianship and unleashed several protective spells on himself.

Then cover each of the pockets with both hands.

"I'm coming."

Somehow.

Matthew always felt that the white helmet's expression was somewhat obscene.

But seeing that the latter's eyes were quick, he quickly came to his side.

The next second.

Matthew only felt a chill in his crotch.

The white helmet has an extra pair of shorts in his hand!

"How is this done?"

Matthew was shocked.

Who knew that the white helmet also instantly showed an embarrassed look:

"Ah, stole the wrong one?!"

"What I'm going to steal is your belt......"

"I'm sorry, I'm going to put it on for you."

Matthew politely rejected him, and snatched back his shorts.

He didn't wear these shorts on his body, but put them in his magic bag.

The cold in his crotch just now may also be the stress reaction of the white helmet when he performed the theft technique on himself.

He glanced at the data bar.

……

"Hint: Your companion White Helm has used 'Void Theft' on you, targeting everyday objects.

The White Helmet is aimed at your belt.

Void Theft creates errors.

The White Helmet got a pair of your close-fitting shorts (clean and washed)"

……

"Void Theft?"

Matthew snorted lowly.

The white helmet suddenly showed a look of surprise:

"How do you know?"

"Didn't that whale say that not many people in this world know about this craft?"

Whale?

Matthew keenly noticed the key word mentioned by the other party.

Where are there any whales on land?

Could it be that this white helmet came from the sea?

Wait a minute!

A flash of light flashed through Matthew's mind.

"You're Zangura?! The guy who passed the Behemoth Void Whale test? ”

He remembered a piece of world news he had seen a while ago.

The white helmet's face suddenly became extremely serious.

His hands pressed against the weapon at his waist:

"Now, if you don't tell me your true identity, I'm afraid we won't be able to be good."

This sentence is tantamount to acquiescing that he is the human hero Zangura from the Northlands.

Matthew naturally has no need to continue hiding:

"Rolling Stone, Matthew."

Zangura was equally responsive:

"Tree Mage? Dragon Slayer? ”

There was still some suspicion in his eyes:

"Are you mages willing to come undercover too?"

"To be honest, I've never seen a mage master do such dirty work."

Matthew shrugged:

"Have you ever seen a mage who would plant a tree?"

Zangura thought for a moment:

"Not really."

Between words.

He thrust the weapon he had drawn from his waist back.

"But in this Scourge Cult, there are not a lot of undercover agents, and there seems to be one more person besides you and me."

Zangura said casually.

Matthew raised an eyebrow:

"Mr. Kim?"

Zangura was stunned and said:

"What? Was that Mr. Kim the same too? ”

"Well, the person I'm talking about is located in the headquarters of the Scourge Order, and I only have three faces, his name is Beechcraft, and he is an elephant trunk man, I can't be sure that he must be undercover, but his behavior is really not like a normal person, anyway, if you meet it, you will definitely be able to detect it."

Matthew secretly jotted down this information.

"It seems that the Scourge Order is really infiltrated by people."

Zangu stretched.

Matthew looked at him:

"Why are you here?"

"Where's the troll warrior next to you?"

Zangura whispered:

"You mean onions? He lurks outside the Dark Sanctuary, ready to answer my actions. ”

"As for me, of course I have only one purpose in joining the Scourge Order, and that is to stop their evil actions - although I haven't figured out exactly what their evil actions are, these people must have made a big move after so long in the Overden Heights."

Onions?

Is it a code name for a troll samurai?

Matthew asked with interest:

"What's your relationship with that Mr. Onion?"

Zangura blurted out:

"I'm his dog."

Matthew was dumbfounded.

Immediately, Zangura smiled wryly and explained:

"Well, I'm good friends with him, but before that we made a bet—

The bet is that after who loses, when declaring the relationship between the two parties, you must inform others that one party is the dog of the other party at the first time.

Ahem, obviously, I lost this time. ”

Matthew listened to the other party's explanation.

I always feel a little bit of a taste that wants to be covered.

But Zangura asked rhetorically in time:

"What about you?"

"Why would a mage come to such a place?"

Matthew calmly replied:

"I have some personal vendetta with the Scourge Order, and besides, I'm looking for two friends—

One is named the Elder Tiger, a druid;

The other was a drow warrior named Lyra. ”

Zangura nodded slightly.

The two of them spoke.

There was a louder banging sound from the box behind it.

Matthew couldn't help frowning and said:

"Isn't it going to be heard by what we just said?"

Zangura shook his head.

A flash of gold flashed in his eyes:

"There's nothing in there."

"It's the "Holy White Deer."

"It is the most powerful natural soul that this land has born."

"It can only be said that Mary Joy's loyalty test is indeed sincere."

"Master Mage, is there any way you can transfer the Holy White Deer without being discovered?"

……

(End of chapter)