Chapter 195 The Messenger of Justice
Rodrian was very happy. Although he still couldn't figure out who the terrifying being was, he suddenly became the vice-president of the Night Owl Club. He still remembered that the scary guy took him to see the mage tower a few days ago. Afterwards, he showed a shocked look
How was such a huge mage tower built in the center of the famous World of Warcraft Forest? Rodrian couldn't figure it out. He blamed it all on this guy's strength.
But Rodrian understood one thing. The seven dark wizards in the mage tower, including his two companions who had lost themselves, had now completely become the puppets of the tower guy, or the container. Rodrian was secretly afraid. , but rejoicing
That guy didn't turn himself into one of those puppets. Even though he didn't understand that he was useful, when that guy put a huge pit of 100,000 gold coins, countless precious magic cores and magic manuscripts into his hands, When it was handed over to him, one intention was very clear, that is, to make the Night Owl Society stronger.
So not long after, a rumor spread rapidly among the people and mages and nobles, and quickly spread to the entire human country, even reaching the elves in the south and the barbarians and orcs in the north: "Anyone who is persecuted by the Holy See and Enos As long as our dark compatriots want to join the great and just Night Owl Association and become a member of the darkness, then make a result, a result that makes your strength visible to others, and we will go find you."
Because this rumor was spread across the continent by tens of thousands of crows with notes pinned to their feet and recited, people feared it and called it the "Declaration of Black-Wing Belair" [In the Orosan myth, Belair Lyle's human incarnation is a crow]
Not long after hearing the news thanks to Rodrian's good idea, large-scale dark events began to occur one after another on the continent. Most of the Viscount Engelland family was beheaded, and the heads and blood were painted as Baley. The statue of your god and the Hanuka Kingdom by the sea, all the 400 defenders of a castle turned into undead and killed them everywhere.
In the Nubian Kingdom, all the sheep turned into mummies overnight. In the Norton Kingdom in the north, more than a hundred pregnant women in the country had their bellies torn open by their children alive and crawled out, turning into undead and devouring all kinds of energy. The moment he saw the living creature, a tone and atmosphere of the apocalypse of the undead began to sweep across the continent. Of course, for Paladin, this was just the beginning.
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Ten days after such terrifying remarks, Long Aotian, who came here with a playful mentality, finally arrived belatedly at this border town. At this time, he frowned and rode in helplessly. Immediately, he complained to the girl who was also riding a horse beside him: "I, why did you come with me? Aren't you afraid that your father will take you back? It's not safe on this road."
This girl is the apple of Nacimodo's eye, the famous genius and beautiful magician Aina. I saw Aina wearing a close-fitting green warrior uniform, which set off her exquisite figure. When she heard Long Aotian's words, she immediately Staring with almond-shaped eyes, he said angrily: "You don't call me when you come out to play. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."
"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, please let my sweetheart go." Anthony, who was following behind on horseback and carrying an epee that attracted the attention of passers-by, looked at this and immediately said with envy: "Brother, you are so lucky. Ah, I am so envious of being able to marry such a beautiful sister-in-law."
"Hahahaha, Anthony, you have to learn a lot from me." After hearing Anthony's words, Aina blushed with embarrassment, but then heard Long Aotian's pride, and immediately raised her white jade-like lips without getting angry. She grabbed his ears and twisted them. Even though her beautiful face was filled with anger, she still looked very pretty.
"Stop, stop, stop, my eldest sister, take it easy," Long Aotian immediately shouted and stopped. Seeing Aina pouting and humming with pride, he also sighed helplessly, "Maybe this is love. Who calls me fraternity?" Woolen cloth?"
Long Aotian thought this to himself, but when he glanced at it, he saw that the street was desolate. Except for some old men, old ladies, monks and young children walking silently, they were wearing white sheep armor, holding hooks, sickles or long swords, riding horses. Apart from the knights who patrolled and searched on their horses, and the infantrymen who carried shields and held swords, there was no one else. Naturally, the hurried mercenaries in twos and threes no longer considered the scene within the scope, and followed them along the way. It was incompatible with the lively and festive atmosphere we encountered.
Perhaps this dignified and negative atmosphere began to affect the three of them. They looked at the depressed scene in silence and were speechless. Long Aotian, who practiced Chinese domineering skills, had very good hearing. He could vaguely hear some things on the street. The voices of old men and women talking to each other: "Hey, the undead that have been causing trouble recently are really serious. I heard that the people in the next village all had only a layer of skin left in the last month. Enos bless you."
"Enos has abandoned us, haven't you seen? Those people wearing priest robes but holding long swords and short daggers? They came here to eradicate the undead. Unfortunately, a month later, it has no effect at all." At this time, another old lady immediately objected, holding a basket of apples: "What's not working? In the past month, haven't there been no undead? Look at those mercenaries who knew there were undead and ran away in a swarm. Now aren't they all Lu? Are you coming back one after another? Our town will return to its previous liveliness."
Long Aotian frowned. It was the first time for Aina on his side to see her lover so serious. She rarely interrupted. But at this moment, Long Aotian heard the words of the two mercenaries who were sitting in the tavern and drinking. Do you remember that old mercenary Pu? That old guy was very talented. A few days ago, he took his four tough guys to hunt for the fur of the flying blade wolf in the forest. Guess what happened? The ashes turned into a pile of ashes. That's some evil magic in the armor."
"Listen, this is some kind of Night Owl Dark Wizard Guild. The world is in chaos. What should we do with our mercenaries' livelihood? We shouldn't be allowed to go to the misty forest in the south. The elves in that place are famous. I don’t like to see humans.”
"Anthony, do you still remember that declaration?" Long Aotian looked serious, which made Anthony's face tremble. He took out a crumpled piece of parchment from the crack of the armor, with good ink written on it. The Declaration of the Night Owl Club Anthony also realized that the situation was far beyond their expectations and said: "Blackwing Belair's declaration? Brother, I thought it was an act of overestimating one's capabilities. It seems that the Night Owl Club is not an easy trip." The risk is not low”
Long Aotian took the declaration and felt the smoothness on the leather paper and said: "You should be able to guess from this paper that this is the kind of smooth skin that can only be grown by lambs in the south that eat tender grass, and definitely not by those in the north that eat wheat. Those sheep in the dust are comparable to the Night Owl Mage Guild. It was originally an ordinary Mage Guild. Suddenly the Mage Tower disappeared into nothing. Not long after, this declaration came out. Haha, there is a black hand behind the scenes manipulating all this."
"Oh who is it?" Aina and Anthony asked in surprise, but Long Aotian shook his head helplessly and said: "I don't know, but first, we have to find the tribunal stationed there. If there is any problem, get there. I’ll know when we do and I believe they will give us a satisfactory answer.”
Long Aotian spoke like this, but his eyes were surprisingly angry because he saw the black wine bottles placed on the street. They were clusters of ashes that were filled with the ashes of people who became undead and purified with flames. There must be so many innocent people, so many children waiting to be fed, so many men full of hope and old people in their twilight years.
"I can't forgive. Although I don't know the reason for doing this, I just can't forgive such a despicable way of killing innocent people and destroying conscience. I can't forgive this gangster's evil deeds." Long Aotian said this in his heart, his eyes filled with the light of justice. (To be continued)
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