Chapter 89

Master Roy was silent and his face was ugly.

He was helpless.

His best students and two high-level mages belonging to the "blood moon mage tower" have joined the "blasphemy" and become warlocks. This is not only equivalent to slapping their faces in front of everyone on the whole Yom Kippur Island, their faces are swollen into pig heads, but also makes the "blood moon mage tower" lose at least half its strength.

The "Blood Moon Guard" has 100 people. Now there is no one. Some are dead, and the other part has joined the "blasphemy".

"Blood Moon Castle" was razed to the ground, and those people he trusted most no longer exist.

Not long ago, the "high-level druid" Ansem defected and destroyed three farms. Now think about it, I'm afraid there may not be no shadow of "blasphemy"——

The mage who has been in charge of managing the farm suddenly disappeared and about joined the "blasphemy religion"!

In order to buy grain seeds, he even paid out of his own pocket. As a result, the grain seeds were not transported out, and even the blacksmith's farm tools were missing! What to do next on the farm and how to plant crops is still a problem.

About a month ago, he also had a very valued mage. Alchemy was very good. Originally intended to accept the key training of students, but suddenly disappeared. Up to now, there is no news.

What's the matter?

Did the goddess of doom secretly give me a kiss while I was asleep?

Or did the goddess of luck secretly slap me while I was asleep?

Master Roy is weak.

Apart from him and the 13 blood swears, there is no one above level 4 in the whole "blood moon mage tower". What can he do?

According to the information obtained from the torture of Huokou, there are six warlocks, the worst of which are high-level warlocks, at least 5 levels, including all magic items.

Such a person, which is so easy to chase?

He must hurry after Draco.

Not only for face, but also for inside.

Draco has a lot of good things, and there may be a divine object related to the "blasphemer", which is what he really wants!

"Blood moon eye" is temporarily unavailable, and there is no way to locate it remotely.

The longer it takes, the more difficult it is to pursue. We can't be distracted at all.

Let the blood oath go?

But to hunt down a high-level warlock, as well as his demons and entourage, I'm afraid we have to send at least half of them, and we can't guarantee success.

In case of a discount, the loss will be too big.

It's not easy to cultivate a blood oath. It takes many years and a lot of money!

What should I do?

Master Roy secretly determined:

We have to select more talents and share the pressure for ourselves!

"Warden, 'master Roy'."

Master Lilai in the carriage on the left suddenly sounded a cold voice: "I'll go after him!"

"You?"

The warden paused for a few seconds, his voice more gentle than ever, Gently shook his head: "Lilly, it's different this time. Ansem doesn't even have a decent magic armor except a barely usable oak staff. No matter which high-level warlock you want to chase, there will be no less magic items than you. You're still young and inexperienced. Let Anthony go!"

The middle-aged mage on the right carriage was slightly stiff.

Chasing high-level warlocks?

It's better to forget such a dangerous job. How can you do procurement, make a lot of deductions and earn a comfortable price difference?

Warden, I know that master Lilai is a student of that, with a deep background, but my background... You have to weigh it well!

"Warden, I think so!"

"Master Roy" heard Lilai's words, his eyes lit up and said quickly: "Ansem is not simple! He controls thousands of mutant beasts, and his strength is not necessarily worse than Draco! I can be sure: there is no Draco in the image seen by the blood moon eye, and any other Warlock is much worse than him. Lilai can kill Ansem, and she must also kill the warlock!"

The middle-aged mage also quickly helped: "warden, I think so! Lilai is not alone. He has five followers who have received 'dragon blood washing practice'... Well, now there are four. But that's enough!"

"... well, since you say so, I have no other reason to refute."

The warden glanced at the middle-aged mage with some helplessness.

Although he is the real No. 1 of the whole Yom Kippur Island, some people have a background and come here for different purposes.

For example, "master Roy", for example, "Lilly" whose teacher is a legendary mage, and "Anthony" who comes from a powerful Earl family.

I'm not afraid of them, but there's no need to offend them.

Lilly asked, master Roy and master Anthony spoke, and he couldn't help but give face.

Lilly is just inexperienced and has to think about her safety.

It has to be considered for other aspects.

The warden thought about it and turned to "master Roy": "Lilly is inexperienced after all. If you leave the eternal prison, please ask Master Roy to send two blood swears to help!"

"Master Roy" whispered "old fox".

The smile on master Lilai's face disappeared.

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Three carriages lined up, two convertibles and a caravan.

There are food, daily necessities and remaining weapons and equipment on the convertible, bartenders tied up after stun, and female German and ELF archers who can't ride a horse.

In the caravan were half lying Gawain, kneeling demons, and empty walkers huddled in the corner.

Demons are also tired, but their endurance must be better than human beings. Besides, low-level demons are originally the playthings of high-level demons and warlocks. They have long been used to kneeling. They know how to kneel. They are not tired, and their skill proficiency has long been full.

Don't mention kneeling on the carriage. Even if you stretch your hands to your back and tie them together, kneel on the softest bread for a day, you can guarantee that it won't be crushed!

The demon's body shook rhythmically with the percussion of his small fist on Gawain's legs, and hummed an unknown tune in his mouth. It sounded very comfortable.

Don't think about it.

The reason why we let two demons sit in the caravan is not for enjoyment, but because the devil is invisible.

If someone sees it, it will be spread to the "blood moon mage tower" and "eternal prison". At that time, maybe how many people will chase and kill themselves.

Gawain was thoughtful.

Several Shanjin infantry drove the cart, while others rode and protected around the carriage.

All the way.

It's not that I didn't meet jackals, small wolves, or some people who fled by any means, but no one dared to approach them after seeing them.

When night fell the next day, they finally returned to Jinsha village.

"Master, you are finally back!"

The evil fin judge emerged from the river with his little brother behind him.

He pointed to a pile of "hills" on the other side of the river and asked for credit excitedly: "look, those are booty! We haven't been idle for so many days!"

Gawain, look over.

Just about to praise the evil fin judge, his face soon solidified.

In addition to the rags salvaged from the river, he saw many bodies.

It's all fish man's bodies. There must be about twenty or thirty.

It's just rotten.

A gust of wind blew and smelled.