One Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Four: Dragon Slaying in Progress (2)
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But remembering that the purpose of this time was indispensable for the help of these people, he had to suppress his anger and snorted coldly: "Please prepare yourself, we are about to set off."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Wait a minute."
Yan Wan suddenly took his arm and said with a smile: "I have a question that I have been holding in my heart. It makes me uncomfortable. Why do you, the Holy See, have to deal with this dragon?"
"..." When the knight heard this, his face suddenly twitched, and he replied in a deep voice: "This demon dragon harms the believers of my god. As my god's preachers, we must get rid of it."
"Shh..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the warlocks couldn't help but show contempt and hissed disdainfully.
Fuck you shit reasons.
This dragon has lived on the island for at least a hundred years. If your Holy See wanted to eliminate this evil for the people, why didn't Mao take action earlier? Put on a hammer.
With a livid face, the knight broke away from Yan Wan's pull and left quickly without saying a word.
…
He just left here.
The disdain on Yan Wan's face instantly dissipated, and he said seriously: "The people from the Holy See have other purposes. Maybe he came to us and has other dark thoughts.
So we must be careful next time. Whether the dragon dies or not has nothing to do with us. But your life is yours, and if you lose it, you will lose it. "
This time he was only responsible for leading the team, but not for taking action.
Nonsense, Yan Wan is still injured, so asking him to fight a dragon is nonsense.
Because they arrived late, the Holy See, which had long been impatient, only allowed them to rest for one day. Early the next morning, when the sky was dark, they were beaten with gongs and drums to get them up.
"They are taking revenge." Riel said vaguely with dark circles under his eyes and half a piece of bread in his mouth.
"But there's nothing you can do about it, right?"
Yan Wan was very calm about this. After all, if you were late on purpose, wouldn't you allow others to come back?
He's not that stingy. We all come and go and fight each other.
Wouldn't it be a good idea to see who is more skilled in the end?
He didn't take action this time, so a knight invited Yan Wan to be his guest. "Your Excellency, Your Majesty the Bishop wants you to go to that ship."
"Okay." Yan Wan did not refuse. When leaving, he quietly gave them a 'be careful' gesture with his hands behind his back, and followed the knight to another larger ship with a smile.
Tsk tsk...
As soon as Yan Wang entered the cabin, he saw an old man wearing a red robe with white beard and hair, sitting upright with a parchment spread out in front of him.
The old man smiled kindly and invited him to sit down: "This is Master Yan Wan, please sit down. Just call me Matthew."
"OK."
Yan Wan never knew what politeness meant, so he sat down opposite him and looked at the patterns on the parchment curiously. "What is this? A map of the island?"
Matthew pointed to a red dot marked on it: "Yes, we need to enter the island quietly from a cave, so as to avoid fighting with the dragon's slaves and consuming combat effectiveness."
"That's why you asked us to help?" Yan Wan suddenly realized, because this time one of the three warlocks had the ability to weaken the propagation of sound to a certain extent.
The other two warlocks have the abilities of fire and thunder respectively. They are all needed by the Holy See.
On the surface, these warlocks look like magicians.
In fact, there are differences. For example, there is no need to recite a spell. This ability comes from blood, and they can use it as naturally as eating and drinking.
However, the power is not as powerful as imagined. It can only be said that to a certain extent, it can increase the chance of winning the battle, but the increase is limited.
At the very least, Yan Wang is not afraid of these guys.
Because their casting range is very limited, at close range, Yan Wan explodes with all his strength and can cut off their heads in less than a second, leaving no time for them to use this power.
"Then what?" Yan Wan asked.
Matthew smiled and continued to talk about the plan: "Tonight is a thunderstorm. The warlock's thunder ability will increase to a certain extent in this kind of weather.
And this evil dragon can breathe fire, so another exorcist is needed with the ability to control fire to avoid greater losses. "
Yan Wu nodded clearly and agreed.
Matthew's plan is indeed good, at least it doesn't sound like there are any loopholes.
The most important thing is that these three warlocks are a bit strong in combat, but they have more people in the Holy See. If there is an internal strife, they can be suppressed.
For this reason, even if Matthew didn't say it, Yan Huan felt clear in his heart.
The two of them had their own thoughts, but on the surface they were chatting and laughing.
Yan Wan took the opportunity and asked quickly: "By the way, I was reading a book recently, and it talked about things like demons and the gates of hell. I wonder if the bishop can tell me this story in detail?"
"Devil? You mean...the hell invasion hundreds of years ago?"
Matthew frowned, and after reminiscing, he suddenly said: "Demon Lord, Carlalto Murphy."
Yan Wan took out a small book from his pocket, took out the bookmark, and pointed to the lines marked on it: "Yes, that's him when you look for Shuyuanwｗw.zhaoshuyuan.com. I saw from the book that he almost always It was almost successful, but why did it suddenly collapse in the end?”
It tells the story of Murphy's invasion at that time. It was originally quite detailed from the beginning to the middle. However, only the last period of time is not recorded in detail.
It just summed up the past in a few words. The general idea was that mankind defeated the devil and restored peace to the world...
Matthew rubbed his forehead and recalled with difficulty: "I once asked my teacher for advice. He said that several saints and saints were sacrificed at that time, and they were briefly blessed by the power of angels, and finally broke the gate of hell."
"..." The corner of Yan Wang's mouth twitched.
Angel? Can it still come?
Knock on you! Is there such an operation?
Although he still didn't believe it, Yan Wan gave up asking because he saw that Matthew's mental state didn't seem to be very good.
Change the subject.
With Yan Wan's deliberate cooperation, the atmosphere gradually became relaxed.
This situation continued until...
A knight came to the cabin and whispered: "Your Majesty Bishop, we are now close to the island."
Matthew took out a scroll from under the table and tore off the seal: "Be careful not to make any noise."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wan felt a blinding white light burst out in front of his eyes. Under the operation of his internal energy, he clearly felt as if a thin film was passing through his body.
When the white light disappeared, he opened his eyes and looked outside, only to find that nothing had changed. He couldn't help but glance at Matthew suspiciously.
Matthew explained with a smile: "This is a magic scroll, which contains a magic spell that conceals the traces of our ships. In this way, the slaves on the island will not be able to see our traces."
"That's it." Yan Huan suddenly realized, damn, this world is really dangerous. Isn't this the proper Master in the game?