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At this moment, a cold wind blew and blew beside the crow, and Ron could hear nothing but the whirring of the wind. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

I only heard the big bald head saying something loudly, and the words were very intense, while the two people next to him were constantly comforting. [Search for the latest updates.]

After a while, the bald man had subsided, and then Ron heard the voice again.

"Well, I don't know why, the church reported this matter, and the top seems to be taking this matter very seriously, and I heard that someone is going to send ......," said the big bald head.

The white-faced young man's face was gloomy, and he snorted coldly, "I also heard about this, hey, I heard that a holy son was also sent over, no need to ask, reading must be here to grab credit......"

Every year, the Holy See selects talented boys and girls from all over the Holy Roman Empire, and then after training, enters the second round of screening, from among which the more outstanding candidates for the Holy Son are selected, and then they spend great efforts to cultivate, and then after the third round of screening, the Holy Son is selected from among the Holy Son candidates.

The Holy See is divided into the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden, and each of them may inherit the Pope's throne.

Therefore, the Holy See's sons are all amazing and brilliant.

"I don't understand, why would there be such a great merit in killing a necromancer, even the Holy Son came out to steal the merit......" said the bearded papal guard in bewilderment.

"You should ask, why does the Holy See have such a hatred for necromancers, and must exterminate all necromancers in the territory? The big bald Holy See guard sneered, "Now that all these necromancers have run away to the Roland Empire, hehe, I saw a lot of ...... last time I was in the Roland Empire."

"Speaking of which, it's also this necromancer who is unlucky, where he goes, he has to hide in the Holy Roman Empire, which prohibits the cultivation of necromancy, isn't that looking for death...... How many years has it been since there been a necromancer in our Holy Roman Empire, and that's not a big credit?" the white-faced man said with a smile, "Hehe, I heard that he is only fifteen years old...... A child, who doesn't understand anything, who is to blame for his own death?"

"Hmph......" Ron pouted dissatisfiedly, if it weren't for the revenge of his grandfather, I would have left the Holy Roman Empire a long time ago.

"If it weren't for the high reward, I wouldn't have run to this freezing place, damn, my feet are numb...... "Big Head kept stamping his feet, and a white mist spewed out from his mouth. "His grandmother's, if I had known that there were so many rewards, I would have just gone to the Roland Empire and caught a necromancer and came back to make up the numbers. ”

"Useless ......," the white-faced man shook his head, "Don't forget, we have a portrait of the kid on us, his name is Ron, and no one else can pretend to be ......"

At this time, the bearded man, who had been silent, spoke, and he sighed and said, "I don't think the focus of this matter is on that child......

The big bald head and the white-faced man looked at him in unison.

Bearded continued, "From what I've learned, Ron is a studious kid despite his poor family, and according to the people of Maple Leaf, his dream is to become a magician......"

As he spoke, he glanced at the white-faced man, "If it weren't for Master Kitley of Naka Manor who killed his grandfather in an accident, and later, Geralt sent someone to hunt him down, if these things hadn't happened, maybe ...... Maybe Ron won't go down the path of heresy......"

The bearded man finally said a fair word, Ron nodded secretly when he listened, if Grandpa was still here, maybe he really wouldn't have practiced necromancy, but it had come to this point, and there was no turning back......"

"What do you mean by that?" The white-faced man's face was full of anger, and his voice raised an octave, "You mean to say that my uncle Geralt is wrong, and my brother Groot is also dying in vain?"

The white-faced man's face turned purple liver, and his eyes stared fiercely at the beard, as if they were going to eat him.

"No...... Don't ......" The bearded man hurriedly waved his hand, it was obvious that he was not good at words, "I just talk about things......"

"Go-you-mom-the-matter......" The white-faced man launched on the spot, "I only know that several lives in Naka Manor are gone, including my brother Groot, if it weren't for this kid, how could my brother die......"

"But ......," the bearded man was yet to say.

"Nothing...... "Isn't it just an old beggar with a broken leg?, and that damn little bastard, they're all pariahs, what's the big deal if they die......

"As for you......," said the white-faced man, pointing his finger at the bearded man, "if you say such things again, be careful that I turn my face and don't recognize anyone!"

The white-faced man was menacing and looked unforgiving, while the bearded man couldn't stand still, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Forget it...... big bald head on the side patted the white-faced man on the shoulder and said, "Of course he is on your side, don't hurt the harmony for this little thing, this guy has always spoken so straightforwardly......"

The big bald head mediated, and the white-faced man's face softened a little, but he still said coldly, "No matter what, I'm coming back to avenge my brother Groot, and whoever stops me is my enemy......"

After speaking, he ignored the two of them, and walked in stride, the bald head and the bearded man glanced at each other, and had to follow quickly.

The conversation of these people was clearly heard by the crows in the tree of Ron Tong Guò,

"Okay...... It turns out that you are from Naka Manor, or the younger brother of Groot......" Ron's heart swelled with murderous intent, and he had long been disgusted with the people of Naka Manor.

If he hadn't met Grandpa Homerin, he would have died that night.

In this world where the law of the jungle is the strongest, everything is illusory, and only strength is king, Ron was thinking, even if there was no such thing as Grandpa Zari, he would still practice necromancy.

Thinking of this, Ron's eyes showed a deep murderous intent, "Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust, things have come to this point, there is nothing more to say, since you can come to the dark forest to find me, or even kill me, I am not welcome, even the beasts I have cleaned up, what ......are you bastards?"

Ron sneered in his heart, his figure slowly disappearing into the snow-white sky.

The wind blew even harder.

"Let's look for it again, and if we can't find it, then go back......" the bearded man sighed.

"Hmph, the dark forest is full of dangers, a fifteen-year-old child, cultivating necromancy is a waste, now I'm afraid there are no bones, let's find a bird, it's ......only serious to go back as soon as possible," the bald head snorted coldly and said, he didn't have any hope that Ron would survive here.

They walked again.

"Just find it here, forget it, let's go back, that kid is probably dead......" After a while, the big bald head reached out to wipe the snowflakes off his face, and said helplessly.

"Okay, let's go back ......" the bearded man agreed.

Before the white-faced man could say anything, an arrow shot out of the darkness with a "whoosh", and the big bald head fell to the ground with a groan.

"It's not good, someone sneaked up on ......"

The bearded papal guard was taken aback, drew his long sword with a snort, and stared closely at the direction of the arrows.

"You...... What's wrong with you?" the white-faced man was also taken aback, and he hurried over to pick up the big bald head.

"Damn, I got an arrow in the knee......" said the big bald head, holding his knee, his face full of pain.

"Who? Who's here to hurt someone? Get out of here......" shouted the bearded man, sword in his hand.

When his eyes fell on the knees of the big bald head, his face changed suddenly.

This arrow is no ordinary arrow, it's made of bone!

"Who?, get out of here!" shouted the bearded Church Guard, sword in hand, looking around.

The white-faced man also took out his long sword from the space bag, vigilantly looking around.

"How are you?" said the bearded man, with a sword in his hand, as he asked the bald head who had been hit by an arrow in his knee.

The big bald head was already distorted in pain, "Damn, which bastard shoots Lao Tzu......"

The bearded man's gaze was fixed on the injured leg of the big bald head, and his heart was horrified. Of course, he recognized the necromancer's "bone arrow", but the power of this "bone arrow" was too strong, and it actually ruined one of his legs.

Is this still a "bone arrow"? Is this still a necromancer? When did these necromancers have this murderous ability?

The bearded man and the white-faced man glanced at each other, and the look of shock on their faces was revealed.

"Whoosh-"

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the darkness, and the speed was incomparable.

"Be careful...... the two of them were shocked and quickly dodged.

However, the shadow was not targeting him.

"Smack-" The big bald head on the ground bloomed, and the brains scattered all over the ground.

The "bone spear" appeared abruptly in front of the two of them, and the spear body was still shaking.

"He's dead!"

The faces of the two showed a look of disbelief, they had not yet seen the enemy, and their own people hung up first.

A cold aura enveloped the two of them, and the bearded man and the white-faced man stood back to back together, the weapons in their hands protecting them.

At this time, the white-faced man said loudly, "I don't know which predecessor is coming, we are members of the Holy See, and we have no intention of offending your territory and provoking your dignity, and I ask you to raise your noble hand and let us go......

The white-faced man's head turned quite quickly, and he said it well, first pointed out his identity, and brought out the behemoth of the Holy See to press the other party, if the other party pressed again, it would be an enemy of the Holy See, and secondly, seeing that the other party was strong, he did not intend to pursue the death of his teammates, so he would save his own life first.

The two of them held their breath, and they didn't dare to breathe, snowflakes fell in the sky, and the land was quiet.

"Right...... Let's ......."

There was a crisp sound in the forest, and a figure slowly emerged from the snow, a man clad in animal skins and with messy hair, riding on the back of a skeleton warrior, staring at them coldly.

The bearded man's pupils shrank, and he said, "Skeleton...... You...... You are ......"

"That's right...... I'm the necromancer you're looking for—Ron!"

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