Banner of the Evil God

"Sir, the air-locking magic ball is not responding." The night is getting darker, and the hotel lobby that has been requisitioned by the Church of the Noble God is brightly lit. A knight wearing black chain mail comes down the stairs and sits near the door. woman report leisurely reading on chair with a book in hand.

The woman put down the book, with a hint of surprise and confusion on her pretty face: "Strange... Creek should have run away now. Doesn't he even have a teleportation or return scroll on hand?"

"Maybe he wants to leave the city through the tunnel." A female mage sitting on the table next to her with her legs crossed said casually, "The Keen family has been running the business for several generations. Maybe there is a tunnel in this city that leads far outside the city. ”

As she spoke, she stretched her waist lazily and exchanged her crossed legs. During the exchange, they were having a wonderful time together under the high-cut mage robes. The eyes of several knights nearby were obviously brightened, but they were also confused. He turned his head tacitly, not daring to look further.

This woman's skills are very powerful, don't mess with her!

The woman who was reading a book was Maggie Smith, the person in charge of this trip to the Church of the Noble God. She pondered for a moment, shook her head and said, "Before, I penetrated the Keen family like a sieve, and I have never heard of any tunnels. . Although that guy Krick is doing a good job and has eliminated all my people from the decision-making team, it is impossible for an extra tunnel to suddenly appear. This is impossible!"

"So he was too stupid to react?" the female mage asked. "I think a person who has become quite famous in just a few months cannot be so stupid."

Maggie nodded slightly, thought for a while, and suddenly asked a bearded man in heavy armor next to her: "Paul, what would you do if it were you?"

The big man was extremely tall and had a very majestic appearance. The most rare thing was that he had a righteous face and looked like a decent hero. Hearing Maggie's inquiry, he pondered for a moment and said: "As a vassal of His Majesty the Grand Duke, I cannot evade my due responsibilities, so I will make arrangements for my funeral and then prepare to go on an expedition with my men. Of course, as long as Maybe procrastination is still necessary, after all, if you procrastinate a little longer, you can live an extra day. "

Maggie and the female mage looked at each other and suddenly realized.

For them who put themselves before everything else, "self-sacrifice" was an absolutely impossible option, so the two of them didn't even think about it in that direction. But that Baron Keen was a man who could be regarded as a moral model among the nobles. A conscription order was enough to force him to die. Escape or anything else was simply not within his scope of thinking.

These are two completely different outlooks on life and values, which is why they are "incomprehensible".

"You did a good job." Maggie smiled slightly, nodded slightly to the bearded man, and praised her. She was satisfied to see the man's overjoyed expression, but she was quite dissatisfied in her heart.

In order to deal with this Creek, she used a lot of methods, made a lot of arrangements, and gathered a lot of manpower, but in the end she found that everything was in vain, and the opponent himself died. This made her feel like she was hitting cotton with her fists, which was very uncomfortable.

It's like she spent a lot of time setting it up, and even convinced a decent adventurer to pretend to be Paul, the adventurer who saved the two brothers and sisters when they were in danger when they were teenagers. She specifically used this fake to deceive the person she always admired. Paul's brother. I originally planned to find an opportunity to deceive the genius but stupid and stubborn brother into a trap. If the bastard refused to change his faith, then stab him to death and offer him as a sacrifice to the noble lady. However, the idiot ended up being a knight. With an oracle from God, he went directly to the Eagle Kingdom to die...

(Damn it! Damn it! It’s so abominable! That bastard! He can only die in my hands!)

She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths to suppress the irritability in her heart. Then she regained her composure and ordered: "In this case, everyone should have a good rest these days. Wait until Creek dies in the battle." When the news comes, we will kill his sister. No matter what, since we are here, we must seize the Keen family’s territory and property!”

All the men happily obeyed, and the originally planned tough battle turned into bullying the little girl, which was naturally relaxed and happy. The most important thing is that there is no discount on the benefits, how refreshing it is!

Maggie picked up the book "The Art of Performance" written by the famous poet Shovalier von Storovsky Franz again and read it carefully.

She is not a genius, so she must seize the time and work hard to improve herself so that she can always grasp the right direction in the stormy waves of life.

Around this time, in a room in Eagle Wing City, Viscount Eric's secretary was writing something seriously.

He used a writing brush produced by the Void Mask Merchant Guild, dipped in a pungent green ink, and wrote on a piece of red animal skin that smelled of blood.

And what he wrote was about the situation of the scouts who came to apply for recruitment during the day. Particular emphasis was placed on Lien's affairs, and all information about this young Thieves Guild elite was recorded in as much detail as possible - appearance, attire, habits of speech and behavior, main abilities, character evaluation, and so on.

A whole animal skin was filled with words. He checked it carefully to make sure it was correct, then picked up the animal skin and threw it into the burning brazier on the ground next to it.

Strange to say, this animal skin looks quite strong, but when it encounters flames, it immediately burns quickly. The flames are very small, but the burning speed is extremely fast. It takes almost as long as one or two words to be spoken for the entire animal skin to burn. The skin had been burned into white ashes and piled up in the brazier without any trace.

The clerk carefully inspected the brazier, covered the remaining ink, carefully wrapped it, and received it in an inconspicuous box. The box is made of special wood that can absorb odors, and there are many such inks and animal skins inside.

After doing this, he cleared everything on the table, took out two magic scrolls, cleaned one side of his body, absorbed the smell in the room, and then turned the magic scrolls that had lost their magic into blank parchment. After burning them together, I finally opened the doors and windows and let the air in for a while, then all traces were gone.

After everything was done, he put out the brazier and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

And in the orc army camp thousands of miles away, there is a heavily guarded tent. In the tent, several orcs who can tell at a glance that they are strong are sitting there seriously, paying attention to the pictures pinned to the magic array in the air. animal skins.

Those magic arrays are made of precious materials. Each magic array corresponds to a contact point. As long as there is news from the contact point, it can be received immediately.

At this moment, words appeared on a piece of animal skin, and soon the whole piece of animal skin was covered with words, which were exactly what the scribe wrote.

An orc took off the animal skin, replaced it with a blank one, and then carefully studied the information.

"Ah!" He said a little worriedly, "There is another powerful character coming from the human side!"

An orc next to him came over to take a look and frowned: "Where did he come from such a ruthless character? The stealth ability of a high-level thief, the shooting ability of a high-level ranger, and keen observation... Such a scout is simply worth it. Call it a trump card!”

"This news must be reported as soon as possible. Special personnel must be arranged to eliminate this guy and remove this unstable factor as soon as possible!" The leading orc said coldly, "His Majesty the Emperor's magnificent cause must not be hindered by any enemy!"

All the orcs responded solemnly, and one orc immediately took the document and went out to report.

After a while, the document was delivered to a man who was wearing a hood even in his own military camp and could not see his face clearly.

"Lord Altaïr, this is what Lord Iroh asked me to give to you." The herald reported, "Lord Iroh asked you to arrange manpower as soon as possible to eliminate hidden dangers."

The hooded man said nothing, but nodded to show understanding.

After the herald left, he unfolded the rolled animal skin and looked at it carefully. A cold laugh came from under the hood.

"A little guy who has the abilities of both a thief and a ranger, and has high-level abilities on both sides... No wonder they are so worried! If this person appears in the scout battle, we don't know how much trouble he will cause us!"

"Okay, I'm free as well. I'll go out personally and make sure this hidden danger is eliminated!"

With that said, he walked to the tent door, handed the animal skin to the guard, and after giving a few instructions, he disappeared into the shadows without any warning.

Only a few minutes later, he appeared at the air force camp again and asked the quartermaster for a Warcraft mount that, although not very powerful, was capable of flying around the clock and very fast.

"Lord Altaïr, I wish you a smooth trip!"

Amidst the cheers of the soldiers, the most powerful master of stealth and assassination in the orc army, a dangerous man who inherited the name of "Assassin", waved to the ground, rode the flying monster that had been recharging its energy, and slowly ascended. It climbed into the sky, flew towards the south, and soon disappeared into the night.

Leon, who was sleeping in the guest room of Viscount Tariq's Mansion, was suddenly startled and opened his eyes.

There was a flash of light on his hand, and the "Holy Avenger" had been pulled out. In the moonlight reflected through the window, strange ripples appeared on the silver-white sword. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sword. The mysterious power connected his mind with this divine sword, making him feel as if his whole body had turned into a wisp of breeze, rising into the sky.

In the northern sky, a dark red aura is slowly approaching.

The strange ripples gradually subsided, and Leon opened his eyes with a sneer.

"It seems that someone from the orcs came specifically to face me..." He snorted and said displeasedly, "The Eagle Kingdom has been penetrated into a sieve. I just arrived today, and the orcs actually knew it. !”

"Forget it, tracking down traitors is not what a 'dead man' like me should do. I'd better be prepared to 'welcome' that 'friend' who has come from afar!"

He looked at the divine sword radiating cold light, and the corners of his mouth curved dangerously.

"We must give him a lesson that he will never forget..."