Chapter 70

(today is my first birthday. I went back to my hometown and drank some wine, so I'm late... Sorry ha, I wish you a happy holiday!)

"Where are my weapons and armor? Where are so many weapons and armor here?"

The bartender's face showed the pain of life, his voice trembled and his legs trembled: "there is a magic trap in the basement door! Anyone who opens the door will be detected! That guy linston can't hide!"

"It's not a door, it's a sewer."

"King of bandits" Simmons pulled out his machete and pointed to the sewer outlet: "someone pried open the iron fence of the sewer and carried away the weapons and armor prepared by Lord Draco! Zaray, you're finished! Wait for Lord Draco's punishment!"

The bartender's legs softened and sat on the ground with a sad face: "what should I do? What can I do? Adults will kill me as a sacrifice!"

"If you don't want to die, go and get those weapons and armor back!"

Simmons sneered: "the massacre has begun. I don't have time to talk to you! The 'blasphemy' has 7 strongholds in the port of atonement, and has accumulated 13 weapons and equipment in three years. This doesn't affect anything! Of course, your life is worthless!"

He turned and was about to leave.

"King of bandits!"

The bartender looked up at Simmons and gritted his teeth: "for the sake of my hard work this morning, help me!"

"Hard work? I haven't had enough fun! You're good at it. Come to my room after today!"

Simmons turned around, stared at the bartender's ass and burst out a few wild Laughter: "well, show you a clear way: linston is still resting on it? Find him! This kind of work of tracking underground cities is best done by his little mice!"

The robber laughed wildly and left, and the bartender got up from the ground.

He quickly returned to the bar, opened a dark box, and found a simple slap iron box with a meat pain on his face.

He hesitated for a moment, clenched his teeth and stamped his feet, went upstairs and knocked on the door of a room.

"What can I do for you?"

The door opened a crack, and a thin face appeared with a sneer and contempt: "Simmons likes men, I don't like them! If you dare to harass me, I'll stab a dagger into your back door!"

As soon as the bartender's back door was closed, it was very painful. Now it's even more painful. He quickly handed over the wooden box: "linston, do me a favor! Someone stole the weapons and equipment prepared by master Draco! Find them and kill them! It's yours!"

"Let me help? Can you afford it?"

Linton had a mocking smile on his face.

He could hardly see any action. The iron box had reached him, but it could not be opened.

The box is locked. The lock is a symbolic lock. Only a specific key can be opened.

If forcibly destroyed, the rune trap will be activated and everything in it will be destroyed.

In this regard, even sneakers who are good at unlocking can do nothing.

Linton was delighted, then stunned, then angry, and his voice was colder: "where's the key?"

A dagger with a brilliant green light was put on the bartender's neck.

"I don't have the key, but I know where it is! I can't tell you until you finish!"

The bartender broke into a cold sweat: "help me! Believe me, the things in this box are more valuable than all your wealth in your life! It comes from the temple of the blasphemer!"

The temple of the blasphemer?

Linston's eyes lit up.

"Hehe, it's just some little mice that can't see the light. I'll go after them!"

Linton sneered: "the devil's power has made me stronger than ever! The killing has begun. Those 'blood moon guards' are not enough to kill. I'm going to look for my playthings!"

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"Gawain, there's something good."

In a room in the underground city, Lancelot checked the ten boxes he got back, and suddenly pointed to one of the boxes and said, "there are a lot of strange materials!"

Gawain opened his eyes.

The silver hand recruits didn't understand this. At that time, in addition to getting the box containing weapons and armor, they also packed the bottles and cans on the table together with the large crucible containing "demon blood".

Weapons and armor are very common. They are all standard equipment. There are few refined levels.

Those bottles are interesting.

It contains all kinds of strange things, such as the internal organs of some creatures, the grinding fluid of some strange plants, or some unknown powder.

"It should be an additive of demon blood, which can enhance the effect of demon blood!"

Lanslot carefully identified it and said in a deep voice, "this is the usual method of 'blasphemy'! Gavin, you know, since the incident 13 years ago, I have been tracking down 'blasphemy', and I know something about them!"

Gawain was silent.

13 years ago, a group of demons raided the palace, which was the pen of a great Warlock of "blasphemy".

The evil power invasion of Lancelot and Marcus is related to "blasphemy".

Until today, Gao Wen doesn't know why the "blasphemy" raided the palace, and he didn't deal with the Grand Duke of Qiandao or other princes and princesses at all. The goal is himself!

Lancelot and Marcus checked for 13 years, but they still didn't find out why.

"Blasphemy" is a demon sect that believes in "blasphemer" pirnos, but how can Gawain provoke "blasphemy"?

The only one who may be involved in "blasphemy" is Gawain's mother, but Lancelot said he didn't understand——

When he knew Gawain's mother, Gawain's mother was already a wizard!

"Obviously, we can't recognize what these bottles and cans are, so what else do we keep them for?"

Gawain raised his hand, "the light of Azeroth" enveloped all the bottles and cans: "sacrifice!"

The light disappeared and a card fell into Gawain's hand.

"Blasphemy? It's kind of interesting."

"Blasphemy (Level 2 rare card)"

"Effect: deals level 1 damage to all creatures except you. If a creature dies, cast the spell again."

This is a warlock professional spell card. The effect is very special.

At a critical moment, it can be useful.

"Master, someone is coming!"

Nu de suddenly walked up to Gao Wen and whispered, "it's linston! A crazy mouse found him and died!"

Linston?

The assassin who drank "demon blood"?

Gawain frowned slightly.

He didn't know how strong Linton was because he had never seen him with his own eyes.

But he can assassinate three blood moon captains and seven blood moon guards overnight, at least level 4.

Even level 5!

He may not have been so strong, but the effect of "demon blood" is too strong, which enhances his strength.

A level 4 or even level 5 assassin is difficult to deal with!

A card quietly appeared in his hand, and a sneer appeared on Gao Wen's face: "everyone be vigilant... Linston? Now that you're here, don't go!"