Wells couldn't find a reason for his eldest young master, and his current mood was no better than that of Sikong Ash.

"Young Master Ulysses has always been a reckless man, why is it that Young Master Heize suddenly has a bad brain! He clearly knew that the best choice now was to stay within the protection of Heavenly Sword City, and once he showed up now, he might immediately attract a divine envoy! If he wants to die, why does he still bring my young master Ulysses! The old treasurer was so anxious that his beard was curled: "If Young Master Corinth knew that the eldest young master was dead, how sad it would be!" ”

"And now that the situation is so chaotic, how can I have time to prepare a coffin worthy of identity for Young Master Ulysses!"

“……”

Very good, when Collins disappeared, Old Wells said a hundred times, "Master Collins will never have an accident", and now Ulysses is still arraignment, and he is already thinking about arranging a coffin for him?

According to the degree of the old treasurer's partiality, the battle for the inheritance of the Thorn Rose family may really be staged.

Sikong Ember patted his old friend on the shoulder soothingly: "Okay, okay Wells, calm down first, don't forget that although their strength is not as good as Li Li, they are also the top masters who are not inferior to the elders of the major tower cities, as long as they don't meet the divine envoys, they will definitely be able to reach the West Tower City safely." ”

"Why don't you ask why they went to Sita City at this time?"

If Ulysses couldn't let go of his responsibilities as a knight chief and wanted to return to the Holy See of Light to fulfill his duties and join hands with his fellow Church of Light to fight against the oracle, then Sikong Ember could understand it.

But the problem is that now there is a high probability that the divine envoy will come to Heavenly Sword City, and Ulysses himself said that he can protect others wherever he is, and Heavenly Sword City still has all his relatives, and he has no reason to leave rashly at such a time.

As for Hitzer, not to mention.

Sikong Ember didn't think Heezer would have any affection for the Church of Light.

Wells clutched the teleportation magic scroll tightly in his hand, looking at the row of words that appeared on it in a bit of a trance......

Well, the combination of the very iconic Wizarding Realm text and the Xiu True Realm text ensures that only his own people can understand it, and Wells himself has been using this script to pass on some secret news with several other tower cities for a while.

But at this moment, Wells began to wonder if he had made a mistake.

He looked and looked, and finally slowly handed the scroll to Sikong Ash.

"This message came back from Young Master Xi Ze, but I can't understand it a little, or ...... Or do you see for yourself? ”

"Huh?"

Sikong Ember didn't quite understand, but he still took the scroll.

Then he saw the line of encrypted text from Ulysses, which was the most reliable of all, but so outrageous that it looked like a dog barking.

"We're going back to Sita City to inherit the Holy See of Light?!!...

“……”

Sikong Ember took the scroll, and suddenly fell silent.

Why do you feel that it is very unsafe for them to go out?

"Can you catch it back?"

"I can't chase it back, yesterday Young Master Ulysses said that he was going out to kill demonic beasts, and it seems that he had already set off for West Tower City at that time, and now the patrol team five around Heavenly Sword City and East Tower City can no longer find any traces left by them."

"Don't be too sad, brother, why don't we think of something else happy?"

Wells's brows furrowed together, and he said sadly, "What else can make people happy?" ”

"For example, although your Ulysses may have been kicked in the head by a griffin, he is not the only one who is crazy now, so why don't you have someone to keep him company?"

“……”

……

Somewhere far away.

The clouds almost crushed the entire sky, and the air was filled with a lingering smell of rancid and blood, except for the wind whirring in your ears, and the occasional distant roar of demonic beasts could be heard.

In the sky, a flying monster is flying slowly, instinctively searching for nearby living creatures.

Judging by the blackened blood on its claws, it hadn't found any new prey for days.

This is a high-level demonic beast, and in the past, it was a powerful existence that could destroy a large nomad village, but now most of the nomad villages have migrated to Heavenly Sword City or other tower cities, and those who do not want to move away have long disappeared in this world, and it is no longer the turn of this demonic beast to forage for food.

It flew for a long time, the desire to kill and the desire for magical elements to grow in its body, urging it to find its next target quickly.

Finally, under the dark clouds that could not be seen on the other side, a gust of wind brought by the flapping of wings attracted the attention of the demonic beast.

Familiar taste......

Such a thought also came to the mind of the Warcraft.

It seems to be the smell of those ridiculous close to people.

The ancestors of these close relatives are not so powerful, they have been cultivated by humans or elves for generations, and the thirst for blood in their bodies has long been wiped out, and they no longer have a strong demonic beast aura on their bodies, because they are no longer considered demonic beasts, they can only be regarded as beasts.

If this high-level demonic beast could have more complex minds, it should be laughing at them wildly at this point.

It's ridiculous to be ridden under your own food.

Unfortunately, all that was left in its head was the instinct to kill.

Therefore, after perceiving the existence over there, the first reaction of the Warcraft was not to open his mouth to attract hatred like the villain, but to turn into a pitch-black lightning and fly forward without hesitation!

The dark clouds, which were as gloomy as splashes of ink, were suddenly cut open, and before they could gather, they were dispersed again by the strong air current.

In the diffuse clouds, the powerful power of the extremely hungry high-level demonic beast was so eye-catching.

On the other side of the fog, a very soft "huh" came from the back of the griffin.

"The strength of this demonic beast is much stronger than that of ordinary high-level demonic beasts, it looks like we need to take action, Ulysses ......"

However, this praise of the monster was incomprehensible, and instead seemed to cause dissatisfaction among the griffons who sat down.

Lightning, who had been silent all the way, raised his head suddenly, and with a beautiful roundabout dive, he slammed into the high-level demonic beast over there with his brain!

"Boom!"

The two giant beasts collided in the sky, and Ulysses, on the back of the griffin, grabbed Hizer's arm with an ugly face, and the latter had already drawn his wand in anticipation.

"Levitation."

The instantaneous high-level magic almost reversed the downward trend of Ulysses and Hizer's bodies in the blink of an eye, and in the bitter cold wind, the two slowly landed on the wasteland below.

didn't make them wait too long, and the battle between the griffons and high-level demonic beasts over there was also a winner.

The victorious lightning bolt took the beast's head in his mouth and circled around the heads of the two of them twice before it landed, screaming indistinctly in his mouth.

"Alright, Quiet Lightning!"

Ulysses sternly stopped Lightning from trying to come up and rub it, and pulled out a handkerchief to rub the blood and flesh from Lightning's sharp beak, and threw the beast's head far away in case the hapless griffin had to show it off.

The griffon, who had not received the praise, was obviously not satisfied, and kept rubbing its head against Ulysses's hand, and looked at its master with round animal eyes.

"Whew!"

Ulysses did not boast with a straight face, but began to count the big and small mistakes of the lightning in the battle just now.

"You discovered the monster first, but you let the opponent seize the opportunity to make a move."

"And when it attacked your left flank just now, your dodge action hesitated for half a second, causing a momentary defensive window on your left side, if your opponent is replaced by me or Li Li, your wings will be broken......"

"And you......"

"Another ......"

"And after you finally won the battle, instead of immediately cleaning up the traces of the battle, you flew with the head of the monster in your mouth, which is a very stupid mistake!"

Lightning blinked his eyes, struggling to understand the meaning of Ulysses' words.

Seeing this, Hizer smiled helplessly, and threw a healing technique on the left wing of Lightning's injury.

"Okay, Ulysses, although Lightning is very smart, his brain is not as good as those children in the Heavenly Sword Academy, and you can't force Lightning to learn the truth that they won't understand for a while, right? Put away the one you were the dean. ”

This time Lightning understood.

"Whoa!" Nod frantically.

Ulysses wanted to say something, but chose to shut up under Hizer's gaze.

Heezer over there had skillfully completed the sweeping work for Lightning, cleaning up all the traces left by the two, and along the way they encountered countless magical beasts, and there were some bandits in the middle who wanted to take advantage of the troubled times to rob them, and sure enough, as Sikong Ember and Wells said, it was a troublesome trip.

However, the strength of the opponents that have appeared so far is not very strong, even if Ulysses and Hirzer do not make a move, they can be dealt with by lightning alone.

Ulysses glanced at his surroundings, which seemed to be a wasteland, surrounded by only hideous bushes except for a few grass and trees, and there was no trace of human activity, but there was a small stone house nearby that had been abandoned for an unknown amount of time.

He looked at Heizer, "Would you like to spend the night here?" ”

Hizer looked around for a moment, nodded in agreement.

It had been three days since they set off from Heavenly Sword City, and they hadn't stopped for half a step in these three days, either in a hurry or fighting with the demonic beasts.

Even though the two of them were carrying a large number of potions and pills, their spirits, which had been tense for a long time, began to feel tired.

Lightning, in particular, has to carry two people to fly, which is physically demanding.

On the moor, two teenagers walked one after the other towards the stone house on the other side, and the griffin behind them shook their big heads and staggered to follow.

Spring had arrived, but the grass was still withered, and there was no greenery, and I don't know if it was because the weather was too cold or if the abyss around it had swallowed up all the life around it.

The barren weeds climbed and swayed like ghosts at their feet, and were soon flattened by the boy's footsteps.

By the time they stepped into the stone house, the last rays of light on the horizon had dimmed.

The stone hut was small and empty, with no food or furniture, except for a ruined fire pit with dry firewood in the middle, which proves that someone may have stayed there many years ago.

Ulysses squatted in front of the fire, skillfully took out a bamboo tube, removed the lid from it, and blew it.

First white smoke floated up, and then a small cluster of flames grew out of a small bamboo tube.

This is a fire fold commonly used by ordinary people in Heavenly Sword City, a fire that can be preserved without magic or spirit stones, and Xi Ze has seen it before when he was helping in the city.

Ulysses was about to take out the weeds pulled on the road and start the fire, when he saw that Hirzer had already taken out a handful of black objects before him.

When the small flame touched the object, it immediately climbed up, and the sudden light of the fire instantly reflected the darkness of the room.

Ulysses finally saw the mass in Hizer's hand......

A clump of feathers, if you read it right, is still a griffon's feather.

Hirzer explained as he put the burning griffon's hair in the pyre, "It's not freshly plucked, I collected it when the weather warmed up before. ”

The griffons over there also seemed to be very tired, and lazily slouched in a corner of the stone house with their front paws propped up their heads, and the only thing that could respond to Hizer's shallow snoring was its shallow snoring.

Ulysses sat on the floor, his hands on his knees, almost down to the ground.

The crackling of the burning wood and the cries of lightning, mixed with the whistling of the wind outside, gave Ulysses a brief break of silence in his tired mind.