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In the dark night sky, the dark clouds slowly dispersed a little, and the moonlight gradually climbed through the hazy clouds, casting a cool light. This soft silver-white brilliance merged with the tall and majestic white temple on the ground, and suddenly the entire temple exuded a vast hazy and clean light, making people suddenly feel an irresistible and peaceful atmosphere.

High Priest O'Connor and a group of high priests stood at the door, solemnly escorting the wealthy men from afar into their luxurious spell carriages, and slowly leaving the place along the wide straight avenue under the tight escort of many medium mages.

The high priest breathed a sigh of relief, dismissed the priests, and then slowly returned to the temple, ready to go back to his room to rest. Who knew that she met the holy warrior mentor Hejin in the temple halfway, but at the age of thirty, she relied on her extraordinary talent and piety, and won the favor of the Holy Spirit early, descended the divine power to transform her body, and gave her a third-order divine art. If nothing else, he should be able to obtain a fourth-order divine skill before the age of thirty-five and become a veritable high-level holy warrior.

Although she is a "strong" paladin, she exudes a mature and rich feminine charm all over her body. The ruddy soft face depicts clear and smooth beautiful facial features, like a sweet apple that has just ripened and exudes a pleasant appearance. And those clear crystal eyes shone with determination as strong as diamonds.

Her body is just right, and her smooth skin lines are soft, which not only perfectly hides the muscles underneath. It also gives people a sense of warmth of a reliable big sister. It is truly a masterpiece of the Holy Land, strong and deep in softness, and gentle like water contains firm strength. It's rare to see such a woman in the world.

Right now. Dressed in silver-white shrimpshell-like armor, she was making a mighty clicking sound, and walked towards this side with a firm and powerful step. He asked, "I heard that those rich people are coming, how about you talking? Did they agree to borrow?"

High Priest O'Connor said with a smile on his face, "Elder Lufern of the Rosenfeld Chamber of Commerce has finally agreed to lend us a large sum of money, at least until the implementation of our plan is completed, but they have asked that their power in the city of Stron Houde be extended for three years after the matter is completed. ”

Hekin said solemnly: "For the great blueprint of my God, not to mention three years or thirty years. Isn't it just a small city of Sizhuang Houde? There's nothing reluctant to do! You should say yes. ”

O'Connor nodded, "Yes, this loan is very important to us now! if we can't pay those few bounties, not only will those assassins not do it, but we won't have the money to continue to feed the stormtroopers, and it will be bad at this last minute." Fortunately, the problem has been solved smoothly and you can go back to get a good night's sleep. ”

Hejin shook his head and said sternly, "I can't sleep." I just got the news that Denzel's grain convoy on the mountain road has arrived outside the city, and it needs our response. Therefore, it is up to you to personally order all the paladins and other priests and mages in the temple to hurry out of the city to meet them tomorrow morning. ”

The high priest suddenly hesitated again, and said with an extremely solemn face: "Originally, they let their team walk the mountain road just in case, hoping to rush to the city to help the hungry people without being detected, but now the hungry people are trapped outside the city. All around are the bandits who are tyrannical. Even if we brought Denzel's food convoy into the city, we would not be able to save the hungry people. What's more, their team moves slowly, once they are discovered by those bandits. Then the grain we purchased would have been intercepted or even thrown into the river to be destroyed, just like the batch that had been transported by water two days earlier! The most fatal thing is that now Grand Duke Youenxi has repeatedly stressed the need to take strict precautions and prohibit bandits from waiting for an opportunity to invade the city, so it may not be that he agrees to open the city gates! Either let them retreat away for the time being, return to the mountains and forests to hide, and wait until the situation is stable before they come back. ”

Hegin's pink mature face was full of anxiety: "I'm afraid that if I can't wait for them to retreat, those bandits will be far behind! I just heard another news, and two more bandit teams numbering about two hundred are rushing over here! Now there are bandits outside the city. If we ask them to move, they may be exposed! When the time comes, we will spend a lot of money to buy grain from afar, and we will waste it in vain. You should write the envelope and give it to the Grand Duke Youenxi first. Ask him to open the city gate for the time being, and let our personnel go to meet him. ”

High Priest O'Connor walked around silently. A pure white noble robe swayed in the white light of the temple, restless like a homeless ghost. Although he and Grand Duke Youenxi were comrades-in-arms forty years ago, this affection has long since disappeared with the conflict between the different interests and ideals of the two groups. Now that the Grand Duke of Youenxi is not embarrassed by him, he is cheap, so how can he listen to his pleas? In this way, what is his face?

Heggin next to him saw that his expression was gloomy, and he knew that it was not good, but he couldn't bear to let the holy warrior Denzel and other low-level holy warriors who had worked so hard to cultivate feed those bandits in vain. Then he said eagerly: "The grain transport team that took the waterway was completely wiped out by the feared undead master Roseda, and the hungry people were trapped outside the city to die, and those rich people have already doubted our ability because of this! If Denzel's team has another accident, those loans have not yet been paid, and there is no formal contract, if the rich people repent, how will our church end?" and whispered: "If those difficult assassins have no money, maybe something will happen!"

Priest O'Connor suddenly woke up: the reason why those rich people are willing to cooperate with the church is that the church promised to give them a lot of commercial privileges and political cooperation after gaining control of this area, and secondly, because the church has cultivated a large number of holy warriors, priests, and even some middle mages to join the church, and become an unbeatable force of the church!

But now they are being messed up and helpless by those bandits. When I talked to the rich people today, they were a little frustrated. If there is news that is unfavorable to the armed church of the church. These selfish ghosts who have seen the wind and rudder the rudder may really go back on today's verbal agreement! In this way, there will be no money to pay those assassins, and if these guys who want money and don't want to die stab the matter to the Grand Duke of Youenxi, the elite of the Grand Duke will be transferred back, and the three church forces will not be opponents!

How could the temple base, which had been under hard work for forty years, be uprooted?

The high priest said quickly and unambiguously: "I know it's amazing, you go and gather people first, and prepare to go out overnight to meet you." And I immediately wrote to the Grand Duke, asking him to open the gates of the city for the sake of a friendship made so many years ago. If he refuses. I'll go there myself. He patted the paladin mentor's shoulder, which was as strong as a bear, and said in a deep voice: "It's up to you to go out of the city to pick them up, you must bring them back, and let those rich people know the great strength and firm determination of our church, otherwise our inheritance will not be guaranteed!"

He Jinyan nodded heavily, and immediately trotted all the way to gather the people after taking the token. Looking at his majestic figure in the distance, High Priest O'Connor sighed: Hecking was a determined and capable man. You can rest assured. But what about the Duke of Unhey? Will he really agree? He has been quite dissatisfied with me all these years! What if he himself refuses to open the gates?

Dressed in shiny brown-pink pajamas, Eunxi leaned back in a low-class rocking chair that exuded a faint fragrance, and quietly read the letter from High Priest O'Connor with a sneer. The gentle light of goose yellow shone warmly on his face, but it was outlined with a strange shadow: It's been forty years, and this is the first time you've bowed your head like me. Hahaha, you stand up for me, and if you have merit in coming to power, you will act recklessly, and interfere with my governance power under the banner of gods everywhere. I endured it again and again, but you had to build your own church armed inch by inch, hum! You don't pay any attention to the law of me, the Grand Duke! Now you are openly colluding with those cousins, and secretly you are mixed with my nephews who are not successful. After recruiting outlaw assassins to assassinate me, he laid all the blame on those cousins. Then support those nephews to ascend to the throne, so as to divide my territory, and make your church a veritable overlord of this side. Hahahaha Now that your whole plan is in my hands, see how I kill you!

Thinking of this, the hideousness in his eyes suddenly resembled that of a hungry and cunning hornet—the vicious needle was ready. Just wait for that pair of big jaws to open beautifully. Savor the victory!

So he smiled slightly and said to the shinobi below, "Since it is the request of the high priest, of course we must fully cooperate." Hehehehe, I'll definitely let the High Priest's men get out of the city on time. In the letter, he said that after two hours, the gates of the city would be opened and the people of the church of Cusport would be allowed to leave the city.

The retainers were amazed at the Archduke's strange behavior. Because the contradiction between the two of them is already well known to passers-by. Everyone is wondering: if the two of them meet together, will they fight? The two brothers who were born and died are now incompatible, and this is really a good drama in a novel. But how can you be so good at talking today?

Doubts are doubts, but the subordinates still took the letter with the educated, and bowed respectfully and retreated. But beside the duke, an old mage wearing a purple luxury mage robe appeared out of thin air, he held a silver glowing Mithril staff, and said leisurely under the fist-sized crystal magic light on the head of the staff: "Do you want to tell the news of their departure from the city to the fear of the necromancer Roseda? Two hours, hehe, enough for him to prepare." ”

The Grand Duke squinted his fierce eyes and slowly got up and said, "Not only Rouseta, but also those barbarian fighter clans, let them outflank them left and right. Annihilate the clerical armament of our high priest in one fell swoop!"

The High Old Mage asked with a smile on his face, "What about the Lynx Brotherhood and the Viper Alliance? ”

The Grand Duke shook his head slightly and said: "They can't do it, they are all guys who see money but have their lives like gold, and they won't serve us at all." Letting them join would cause chaos in the battle. Bad big deal. Only the marauding, murderous savage fighters, and Roseda, who hated O'Connor to the extreme, would attack them with all his might. ”

The Grand Duke walked over to the veranda covered with smooth marble. Look at the silent colorful garden downstairs, emitting a misty halo under the soft moonlight. His eyes were full of intoxication, while smelling the faint fragrance of moonlit night flowers, and he said leisurely: "Just do it, you must let those arrogant and arrogant church weapons bleed like a river." ”

The light clouds of the night sky disturbed the bright moonlight, causing the mountains on the earth to drift up with the shadows, as if countless moody villains gathered around the fat city of Sizhuang Houde, waiting for an opportunity to nibble on a piece of fresh meat.

The cool night wind blew over a mage who was flying over the ground, causing him to hear the faint wails and wails of the hungry people in the distance. I don't know how many people will die tonight. But as long as it's not me.

Reluctantly, he continued his spell to soar into the sky, and quickly flew towards a shadowy mountain, wanting to hurry back after finishing his errand. Because there was always a faint smell of corpses in the air outside the city, he was extremely disgusted and shuddering when he bathed in perfume every day—if he got a little corpse water, it would be disgusting to death!

But the closer he got to the gloomy mountain, the smell of corpses in the air became stronger and stronger, and slowly he saw a mist of blood halfway up the mountain! It was the altar of the Fear of the Undead Master Roseda!

It's close. It's closer. Then he saw a very terrifying scene: a strange altar about one story high, the faint mist of blood lingered like a thousand souls, the altar made a strange sound like a living thing, and the torture instruments on it danced back and forth like dozens of strange steel arms, clinging to the dry corpse in its arms, and the chains and clubs took turns whipping the hard corpse, and even pierced the body of the dried corpse with a steel blade sharper than a spear and a sword colder, as if it were cutting a piece of fine cured meat.

And then -- the corpse screamed! It stared at the white dead eyes. Opened a terrible rift and shouted: "Life" Its voice was as piercing as the friction of iron: "My life"

With his scream, which was worse than that of a hungry ghost, the faint blood mist that swirled around him suddenly became more vocal, as if it was a night wind. It's like a group of ghosts. Then they turned into black gas, surging towards the bloodless dried corpse like a tide returning to the sea.

The dry corpse let out an even more terrifying and violent sound: "Life, my life, ah" The shrill sound almost pierced the soul of a person!

Finally, in the crowd below, a few of them couldn't stand it anymore, they screamed and got up, and ran away with a cowardly face like Rabbit Q, even if they starved to death, they didn't want to endure a reality that was more terrible than hell!

The dried corpses on the altar swelled rapidly under the swirling and surging of layers of black gas! Its muscles were strong and hard like bulging large blocks of steel, its skin was thick and tough like rhinoceros skin, its bones became strong, its shoulders were as wide as a base, its arms were as thick as pillars, and its face became hideous and fierce. The chin is thick like that of an ape. The facial muscles are strong and can bite the iron lock in one bite!

Then it burst into a roar, and with a force greater than that of a bison, it broke the chains and leashes that bound it. Jumping up majestically. Hehe laughed and rushed down the altar.

Roseda, the feared necromancer next to him, uttered a cold and strange voice: "You have been born again! Glorify the truth of God with this powerful new life! Go, kill those cowardly fellows! Their voices have defiled the holy Theodosius!"

The sturdy man opened his powerful jaws like those of an ape, and uttered a dull voice in an excited tone: "Hungry!

The old Dreaded Necromancer Roseda was even more agitated, brandishing his black iron staff as heavy as a war hammer and shouting, "Then go quickly! tear their flesh and devour their lives! Let these cowardly mortals know how strong and powerful you, the ghoul leader, are!"

The brass and steel-cast ghoul shouted, "Hungry, hungry," and rushed out like a bison, rushing straight at the few people who had just fled. After a while, he caught up with them, stretched out his long arms as strong as steel, and threw a person directly into the sky with a snort! The ghoul leader shouted excitedly again, and caught up with the second man, his arms like pincers, hissed, and the man was torn in half like a thin piece of bread, and the blood splattered to the ground.

Its excitement intensified, and it shouted, "Hungry," and pounced on the third person.

Later, under the altar, Roseda turned his head to look at the expressionless Navia, and asked seriously: "See? This is the magic of necromancy! It only takes a short time to completely transform its **! The body that was as fragile as a wax statue is now as strong as a solid wood, and the bones that were as fragile as twists are now stronger than steel. And his skin is equivalent to a layer of thick scale armor, and ordinary swords can't cut at all! You look at his strength, it's as good as a raging bison, but more importantly - he's never tired! This is the best warrior that countless people dream of! Of course, he won't rot unless you burn him with holy water. ”

The ghoul leader in the distance slammed the head of the last escapee like a small tomato, and then grabbed the corpse and ate it with a burst of "hungry, hungry" cries, stretching out its greedy tongue two palms long, and savoring the fine flesh and bone with an inch of flesh and a drop of blood, as if it were a sweet pastry carefully made by the king's chef.

Navia's face was still as cold as ice water, and there was no ripple in the slightest, "But it has no sense of self, it's just a doll controlled by hunger and killing instincts." At best, he can only be used as a cheap low-level golem. ”

Old Roseda laughed strangely, slowly walked up to the altar and raised his arms and shouted: "That's because this guy who has been transformed today is not a completely qualified candidate! Although he voluntarily walked on the altar and exchanged his soul for eternal life, he still has too much nostalgia for the world in his heart, and this is poison, just like a fly suddenly thrown into a pot of delicious broth, which destroys all the good things in one fell swoop." You haven't met the most suitable person yet! If a person voluntarily performs this magical ritual, he will immediately become a ghoul leader as strong as steel! And a new life with the wisdom of life!"

Navia was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Nostalgia for the human world will also affect transformation?" As an arcane mage, he has always believed that as long as the raw materials, processes, etc. are correct, a spell should be successful. Can a person's innermost will interfere with powerful spell effects?

Roseda trembled with laughter, and even the scale armor on his body rang out like a burly old general teaching his students: "Navia, what do you think is the sacred and mysterious path of the dead? is it a psychopath? is it a pile of rotten corpses? is it a group of desperate fools? or is it a technology that treats people as machines?" He stomped his staff excitedly and struck a fierce sound of gold and iron on the altar: "No! The path of the dead is a great art! it is the supreme art that leads to eternity!" It's not a dry technical job, let alone a cold intellectual game! It has to be done with heart!" Roseda beat his heart excitedly and shouted: "Use your heart! Just like painting a picture, you must use the most sincere emotions in your heart to draw the most moving picture." What we need is the strongest and deepest emotion in your heart that cannot be separated from life!"

Navia was surprised, and asked with a surprised face, "Aren't you going to abandon your nostalgia for the world?

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