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"You ......"

The old priest could only say this one voice, and he could no longer say anything. most

The surrounding qiē seemed chaotic, but quiet, only the scenery in front of him was rolling, and in a trance he saw left and right, saw behind him, saw the two holy warriors beside him were caught by two figures who came out of the void, and the sharp blades in their hands cut off the head with the helmet with a single wave, and then he saw a simple priest's robe, which looked old but very soft, and it might be very comfortable to wear on the body, and a little aura of magic was scattered around the robe, looking gorgeous but indifferent.

Then he saw the neckline of the robe, spurting out the blood of Lao Gao, and recognized the old body that had fallen and had been with him for sixty-two years.

I'm dead.

He understood that very well.

This filled his heart with grief, because he knew that his life was over, but this grief only lasted for a moment and then disappeared, and was replaced by much joy, because he was not afraid of death, he had stayed in this world long enough, experienced all the joys and sorrows of a person, death was but an experience that would come sooner or later, a relief, and now he gave his life in a battle against evil, and his devout faith was enough for him to go to the side of the gods and become an immortal being in the kingdom of God, which was a glory far beyond any reward。

Moreover, he must inform the great Lord of Dawn about this matter, this hateful enemy has terrible power, but what adds horror is his purpose, he is actually seeking to destroy the faith resources of Dawn in the main material plane, there must be a huge conspiracy behind this, but as long as he knows about this matter, then his conspiracy will definitely not succeed!

After death, or because of getting out of the trap of **, the way of thinking seems to become faster. The old priest felt that he was beginning to float lightly, and his soul turned into a halo of light that ordinary people had seen, and he was sucked in by a strong force and floated towards the sky.

The deaths of a dozen paladins did not alarm anyone in the city, most of them hid in their homes, cursing the riots that had just been born. Curse the explosion and the tremor that woke up their children, curse the misty rain, curse the Tumenes, and then worry about their future life, for them, every qiē can only go with the flow. Law changes.

Just like they saw that above their heads, more than a dozen soul halos that were once noble holy warriors fluttered all the way to the west.

These were the souls who were supposed to pass through the plane barriers, all the way to the upper realms, to the temple of nature. Somehow, they didn't leave the plane, and after just a few moments, they landed in the highest building on the west side of the Camino City.

To the west of the city of the Camino is a neighborhood where the so-called 'inferior' and 'hillbilly' of the aristocracy live, and the buildings are naturally simple things, wooden planks and linen. The shacks made of stones are connected together, and sometimes some of them are taller, and those are the ruins of more than 100 years old, looking down, it looks like a piece of rotten cloth covering a corner of the city, and it has been patched with several patches.

And in the midst of these random mixes and matches, there is a three-story high-rise building. What is more unusual is that this building is also a hotel called 'Price Egg'. Strangely, the third floor, the highest floor of the inn, is a tavern.

The hostel is actually not big. There are only a dozen or so compartments on each floor of the first and second, all of which are small spaces that can only put down one bed, so the third floor of the upper reduction is even narrower, but the owner of this hotel has taken a fancy to the ventilation here, and the view is also good, and you can see several prosperous streets in the city. So even though he could only fit a dozen round tables, it would definitely affect the number of guests, and he did the same.

Of course, or there is another important reason, that is, from the beginning of its establishment, it has become a news distribution point in the western Xinjiang of several large thieves unions in the empire, so the task of buying and selling news and spreading the underworld has become the main function here, and selling alcohol is just an additional option.

Most of the mercenaries who walk through the city pass by the Camino and try their luck here, while the iterers, Goldfingers, or Killers who are begging for a living in the area use this place as a lair. Especially after the recent takeover of the city by Tumenes, it has become the only tavern where adventurers can legally enter with weapons, so it is the only place in the entire city that is functioning normally, or even thriving.

The balls of light of those souls floated into their mouths, gathered around a raised finger.

The owner of this hand, wearing a short robe that the bard likes, but the corners are embroidered with gold threads, which is very gorgeous, and just right to set off his tall and slender figure, he uses a lazy posture, leans on the chair, and the two long legs are on the edge of the table, and what is remarkable is that the skin on one of his faces is so white and soft that it is three points better than a woman's, and a pair of peach blossom eyes are beautiful and clear, and they are a faint red. If it weren't for the flat chest and slightly wider shoulders, she would be a peerless beauty in men's clothing.

However, it is a little strange that at this moment, most of the twelve tables in the tavern are already full of guests, and even a few more, but only on this table by the mouth, he is the only one, as if there is a shaped boundary around the table, so that all the people can get close, and they can only look at it from a distance.

In fact, not to mention the outlaws who often visit this tavern, there are really a lot of guys who like men, even if they are more normal men, they can't help but be a little confused when they stare at that person - many people speculate that he may be 'her', but it is just the old trick of wrapping his chest tightly with strips of cloth.

It's just that since this is a place where mercenaries and the underworld are entrenched, it naturally has its own rules, and the rules of the 'Price Egg' are that this is a neutral place, whether it is to buy drunk or sex, it is not prohibited, only all messy things and violent means are not allowed.

If it were normal, this kind of rule would be a fart in front of a mercenary. But it's different here - the name of the tavern is so strange because its owner was an adventurer, and during one of his adventures, he was lucky enough to pick up a snake egg, so he washed his hands. Buying this tavern business - this experience sounds lucky, but in fact it is not all luck, you must know that the snake dragon monster grows in the depths of large swamps, and there are only more than a dozen such large swamps in the entire empire, and each of them is the grave of adventurers, and the strong man who can walk back and forth in that kind of place of death, he has set the rules. It's also very deterrent.

So the gang of outlaws had no choice but to endure it, and circled around the table, staring directly at the beautiful man in the men's clothes—if the gaze had been able to form substance, the bard's robe would have been torn to shreds.

However, the man himself seems to have become the focus of consciousness, starting from entering the tavern. He threw down a gold coin, lit a bottle of rum, sat down near his mouth, and began to pour himself a drink that seemed rather leisurely.

Rum is one of the spirits, and because it is made from sugar cane, it has a peculiar taste, and although it is sweet in the mouth, it has a strong aftertaste that burns the tongue. He was usually the beloved of the seamen, but even the stout men would be drunk even if they didn't get drunk, but this charming man was very drunk—he poured the wine seemingly unhurriedly, but with only two hourglass scales, he drank a bottle of rum to the bottom!

It's just that her gaze is wandering. The smile on his face became more and more charming, but he didn't even feel drunk, which made those guys who were waiting for him to get drunk and leave to make a good start!

At this moment, when he gently beckoned, and streamers flew in one after another from the outside, not many people paid attention, and they just whispered cheers as they watched the brilliant blue light flying around his fingertips. I thought it was a small trick that bards often used to exchange money for wine, and even a few people took out silver coins from their money bags and threw them over, but the beautiful man in men's clothes only smiled at them and did not take the money. Instead, he withdrew his gaze, stared at the halo of light that swirled at his fingertips, and whispered to himself.

"Because the efficiency of destroying the church is too slow, you want to let Lansendel come to the mortal in person? This little guy is funny, but it's also a little too impatient......"

"Alas, human beings are not well thought out after all, or are they carried away by love......? It's a pity that Lansendel is not a poor ghost like Heim, and in the upper realm, he is very powerful, and if he knows the location of this little thing, he may send down many nasty spies. ”

"It's true that except for the Blazing Sky Divine Servant, there are no creatures that really affect you, but no matter how strong you are as a mortal, can you still kill all the heavenly creatures under the Temple of Nature? Moreover, even if that madman from Lansender is willing to descend into an incarnation, do you think you can deal with it? Yes, he will lose his strength due to the influence of the plane, but he is not a demigod like Ziawin Sali, with your current strength, it is completely impossible for him to be his opponent. ”

After muttering to himself, he pondered for a moment, then reached out and took a pocket from his bosom, and poured out a small pile of stones from it.

It was a delicately polished triangular pyramidal crystal, with a purple glow, which immediately attracted everyone's attention, but the bard still ignored them, just a tap of his fingertips, and the cyan balls of light gathered in the air flew into each gem one by one, and in an instant, the whole tavern suddenly resounded with a strange murmur, like a cry or a moan of pain, but by the time everyone wanted to listen attentively, it had already mixed into the noise and dissipated.

Among the drinkers, there was another commotion.

It's not because of the strange voice, but there is no shortage of old wanderers and robbers here, and they can naturally see that those are all good amethysts, even if they are not as good as gemstones, but they are finely polished, and it is a lot of wealth to exchange them, but at this time, the men's beauty has already stood up, jumped from her mouth, and walked out of the tavern.

So the drinkers immediately swarmed out.

"Why, you have followed me so far, why are you so important?"

Somewhat unexpectedly, the bard, who had jumped out of the tavern, did not seem to be about to flee - he crossed an alley, turning his body around and around the men behind him, and chuckling.

"Hand over those crystals on your body to everyone to share, and then play with us for a few days, and the masters will be responsible for covering you in the future!" The magnetic male voice made some of the trackers show a disappointed look, but they were very proud of the big man. Shaking the warhammer in his hand, he smiled cruelly: "If you know each other, you will be obedient, otherwise, uncle, my warhammer will be hungry and thirsty for a long time!"

"Amethyst?oh, you say these blank prisms?" The men's beauty seemed to be startled, but the expression on her face seemed to be sweet, which made everyone's hearts stir. He reached out and took out another handful of that polished purple crystal from his arms: "Oh, in fact, you have lost your eyes, this thing is not very valuable." One is the appearance of five or six copper coins. ”

"It doesn't matter, little beauty, you can stay with us for a few more days!" Behind the big man, a little man with a gloomy face smiled lewdly, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the corners of his mouth: "As long as you are willing to work harder." That money can still be earned!"

"I'll be with you for a few days, well, no problem, I'm just going to stay here a little longer, and besides, how do you know I'm trying to make some money?"

But at the back of the crowd, a few people began to pull back.

They're the smartest of the bunch. Their current appearance was too weird, so they wisely chose to wait and see, and when they saw that the situation was not good, they were about to leave.

Smart people always live longer.

So, they just watched, and the fools died—in fact, probably no one could see what was going on at all, only to see the people rushing forward, and then there was a crackling sound. They plunged headlong into the mud after the rain, and did not move, even if their heads were suffocated in the mud mixed with feces.

The death was so simple, and the person who caused their death seemed to be just a finger.

That's right, he held the purple crystals in one hand. The six fingers of the other hand danced, and a cyan halo was withdrawn from those people. The purple crystal is plated with a layer of circulating colored light.

In fact, a few smart people here are obviously not smart enough to understand the truth of not provoking ghosts and gods and not inviting disasters.

So they only lived a moment longer than the fool - the last guy fell down, and his soul flew to the man's fingertips. With a flick of his six fingers, he turned from a ball of light into a small pale, small creature, like a cabbage worm, but if you look closely, this worm has a human face, exactly like the guy who just died!

"The soul of the main material plane is really good, but unfortunately, the human life is shorter, and the experience is not very interesting. ”

The 'man' who looked like a bard casually stuffed the worm into his mouth, he squinted his eyes slightly, showed a little enjoyment, and said softly: "Oh, little guy, I can help you a lot, so you better work hard, let me see a good show, otherwise, I will help you carry this black pot for nothing......"

When the words fell, his body disappeared into the ripples of space.

And as soon as his figure left, the space not far away fluctuated, a bright luster tore through the space, stepped into this alley, and between the circulation, this luster outlined a slender figure, a girl who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, or less, she shook the light wings behind her slightly, and her golden gaze swept over those corpses, and her little face was suddenly full of anger, but her eyes were looking forward to it, but she couldn't see anything unusual in her surroundings.

The girl couldn't help but stomp her foot indignantly, and a golden light spread out, making the ground tremble slightly!

"Damned demons, how dare you do this!" she muttered to herself, gritting her teeth, "You'd better pray to your wicked masters that I won't run into you again, or else, or not...... I, Heidi Crawford, will definitely give top priority to purifying your soul for a year!"

"Ah, no, if you're lucky with this demon, that abominable human named Edward gets caught in the back, then you can pat it back, huh!"

The little figure let out a curse and disappeared.

So, not too far from here, someone sneezed loudly!

"Lord of the city, it's all dealt with. ”

The Psychic Mancer rubbed his nose and listened to the return of a subordinate half-elf wanderer, as he took the pouch of space containing the armor and equipment of those paladins in his hand, and nodded slightly.

"Carlos, do you prefer siege warfare or encounters on flat ground?" he asked, rolling his gaze to the contemplative subordinate.

"No one likes a battlefield, unless it's a madman, Lord Castle. The former knight of the Warrior Camp was stunned and responded, "If I had to choose one of them, of course I would choose the encounter. ”

"What if there are more enemies? fifteen to twenty times?"

"Look at my companion, fifteen to twenty times, my companion is the Knight of the Golden Flower Guard, and it doesn't matter if the enemy is a peasant soldier. Carlos responded, but apparently wondered what the other party was asking the purpose of the question: "But if it's with you, maybe a hundred times more I don't care." ”

"Well, then, let's go and try it, and if we can, get a city and come back. The Psychic Warlock looked up, the seriousness of his words causing the veteran's eyes to widen. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (.Vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M to read. )