Chapter 130： Viscount

After a fierce battle in the castle, the ruined face was completely destroyed. The trees destroyed all the doors and windows. The venom dripping from them caused the original luxurious carpet to smell pungent, and Gao Wen’s last blow was even more It smashed the entire ground in the southeast corner of the Chamber of Defence, and opened a large hole in the wall that went straight to the ceiling. No matter how you look at it, the house must be repaired.

But compared to the Leslie family's more heart-wrenching in this disaster, the cultists still escaped.

The end of all things, a heretical sect formed by the fallen Druids, their sorcerers are really hard to guard against.

Pitman immediately began preparing ritual spells to prepare to trace the cult's breath: according to him, there are many restrictions on the escape spells in this emergency, especially if the druids are not good at running. The transfer of spells requires the power of the plants, so the other party may not run far, and the possibility of being in the castle after a transfer is high.

But just as the old druid had just pulled out the leaves and ointments used for the spell, a loud noise suddenly came from the dark night.

That is the sound of the crystal grenade explosion, the position... seems to be the location of the Byron Knight!

Gao Wen’s face suddenly changed and suddenly realized what happened: “Fast! Go to the gallery area!”

However, when several of them arrived at the location of Byron, the cultists had already disappeared.

They only saw a fragmented vine that was torn by the blast of the explosion, the flesh and blood remnants scattered on the ground, and the middle-aged knight who stood beside the wall and looked helpless.

Gao Wen looked at Byron: "You better tell me that the cultist was blown up by a crystal grenade. You are on the ground..."

Byron reluctantly spread his hand: "Then you will be happy to listen to this, I will tell you this."

Gao Wen: "..."

"The ground floor is really part of that guy, but I didn't expect a body of a legal profession to be so strong," Byron explained what had just happened. "...and then the grenade exploded, but the guy reacted. It was too fast, and I quickly took my hand away from the explosion, and I still had something that I didn’t know how much life was saved. As a result, I finally broke my arm. He fled into the forest behind the castle and there was no shadow. I thought. Tracking, but after he entered the forest, the breath instantly disappeared."

"After all, it is a druid." Gao Wen frowned, and what happened at Byron was really twists and turns. First, the cultists slammed into the weak state of Byron, and then the illiterate men took over the thunder. Explosive surgery, and then the cultist who was afflicted with a smashed face ran away... Can only say that the guy is really a life, he is not destined to die tonight.

Gao Wen knows that he has already ruined the other side. In that case, even if the tactics run, the cultist can't completely escape the aftermath of the steel storm, but he can't think of the five-level event. Wu Shuangxiu is still a sheet metal warrior. In that case, he can still keep the props for life... The game of the rich, the game of the rich.

“It’s impossible to catch up,” Pitman regretted looking at the jungle behind the castle. The forest grew along the western **** of the Tanzanite mine and continued to connect with the distant forest. “Druid got into the woods, With our current staff, don't expect to find out."

"We let go of a hidden danger." Philip Knight said in a heavy and serious tone.

"No, according to the habit of the end of all things, their actions in one area fail and their whereabouts are exposed, then they will never act again unless there is enough important goal for them to sacrifice the members of the organization." Man shook his head. "A Druid cult that doesn't know the fighting profession can survive and grow to this day. It's not a slap in the face."

"In any case, we have at least lifted the crisis in this place," Gao Wen sighed, pressing the unhappiness in his heart, and quickly told him, "Pitman, you go to the atrium, trying to get rid of the magic of the victims, how much can be saved How much, Byron, Philip, both of you also go to help."

The life was shut, and the three received the order without delay, and immediately nodded and promised to leave.

"Let's go back to the hall just now," Gao Wen looked at Amber again. "The poor Count of Andrew is still hanging out."

As he spoke, he turned his head and prepared to leave the roof.

But just before he was about to take a step, the glimmer of a sudden flash in the dark caught his eye.

Gao Wen immediately stopped and went to the position where he had just flashed the gleam. He quickly found something between the messy and wilted vine leaves: it was a small black broken finger. There is also a small ring on the finger.

This is obviously the remnant of the black robe cult.

"Hey, you have the habit of searching for corpses, I thought you were such a decent person..." Amber curiously came together, but just half of it was attracted by the things in Gao Wen’s hands, "Hey? Ring? And not bad yet?!"

Gao Wen took the little ring off the carbonized finger without much effort. Half of the surface of the ring has been blackened, but the rest is still shining under the stars. This theory directly faces the "jewelry" of the crystal grenade's explosive power, as Amber said, even without any damage!

Slightly rubbing is still quite bright!

Gao Wen looked at the ring, his brow wrinkled slightly, and he vaguely felt that the thing was a bit familiar.

Soon he remembered where he had seen similar things.

Gao Wen took off his gloves and he was wearing an identical ring on his hand!

Yes, this is...

"I am going to be a token of love?!" Amber suddenly yelled, "I want to wear the same ring with this cult! You are a relationship?!"

"You swear, I will shoot you on the ground, do you believe it or not? You can't figure it out!" Gao Wen glared at Amber, then lowered his head and put the two rings together. "It seems to be Mithril." Ring..."

"The ring of Mithril?" Amber only vaguely remembered where the ring of Gao Wen’s hand came from. She remembered the trip to Wangdu a few months ago, and remembered the one called Gaoli, called melittlepony. Miyuki Treasury agent, although she was not able to touch the agent lady at the time (the face was beaten on the spot, did not see the face, so I have never seen it), but Gao Wen’s ring from the agent’s hand is I have seen, "The Secret Bank Treasure?!"

Then she reacted: "You mean, the cult is probably the same as you, and is the ‘senior client’ of Mithril Treasure?!”

"This kind of ring can not be distributed casually, and if it is not an important item, a cult can not bring this thing to the body when it comes back to the society," Gao Wen nodded. "It seems... secret The business of Silver Treasury is really big."

Amber was stunned: "They are not afraid that the cultists will give them ‘death'?!”

Gao Wen did not care but smiled: "They even dare to pick up the orders of the elemental kings. What are you afraid of?"

Later, he carefully searched the roof for the traces left by the cultists, but there was no other gain besides the ring on hand.

Everything else is really blown up.

The two then returned to the hall where they had fought, and the lord of the town of Tanzan, the Viscount of Andrew of the Leslie family, was still there.

In fact, he couldn’t go anywhere else to be smashed by the druids of the Druids, and tortured for so many days. Plus, there is no extraordinary strength in itself. It’s only by the potion to gain a little magical ability. The Viscount Andrew has little difference with the average person in terms of spell resistance and physical fitness. Even because the usual overdose is still weaker, even if it is no longer affected by the sorcerer, his vain limbs are not enough. He moved the place.

He could only stumble on his chair, watched a group of people fight and kill and demolished his half hall, and watched them leave, and then watched Gao Wen and Amber come back.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the aftermath of the previous battle did not affect him. The Viscount is still intact.

"The cultist ran," Gao Wen came to the Viscount in front of Andrew, and said without concealing, "but he should not come back in the short term."

Mr. Viscount, who was in a dire sorrow, turned his eyes hard. He took a few deep breaths, and his joy and anxiety were unmasked on his face, but he first sighed with a weak breath: "Thank you for your rescue... Duke Excellency, I feel that it is the most correct decision I have made in my life... I have a cough... I am starving to death. Can you give me some food first?"

Gao Wen shook his head and reached out to pick up a small crystal bottle from his arms: "Although I really want to have a meal for you now, you'd better drink this first."

Viscount Andrew looked puzzled at the vial: "This is..."

"Druid's potion on my territory can replenish your strength and repair your internal organs by the way." Gao Wen pulled the bottle stopper and put it to the mouth of the person who couldn't hold the medicine bottle. "The organs of your body are almost dead. At this time, eating food can only make you scream, you must first use the medicine to ease this breath."

Although Pittman often sells "lucky ointment" for no use in the territory, the functional remedies he dispensed are actually useful. After drinking the potion, the face of Viscount Andrew is obviously better. .

Gao Wen asked this question: "What intelligence can you tell me about the cultist? How can you be stared at by the organization of all things?"

The Viscount Andrew tried to twitch his face and seemed to want to make a smile, but in the end he could not do so. He could only sigh: "Oh... just blame me for dig out something that should not be dug."

"Excavated something that shouldn't be dug?" Gao Wen frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I dug up a piece of eternal slate..." 8)