Shaman from Afar

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The white glow of the "Firefly Charm" lit up the dark sewers, the black-haired wizard holding the "bright silver" followed his hands, and behind the boy in a little red and black dress, stepped in like a visitor This underground maze.

Almost as soon as he walked into the corridor, Loren couldn't help frowning.

Bloody smell, thick to nearly substantive **** smell permeated in the air, pale white light, the channel under the feet, the turbulent water flow, almost all over the mutated corpses-either the broken limbs or the grim The head is either hanging upside down on the top of the head, with a terrible look.

In addition to the plasma that is sticky enough to make the boots slip, the rest is disgusting corpses, and the pus from the corpses is mixed in the turbulent sewage, and the strange and strange mutant corpses are struggling. "Human", if that look really can be called a human, simply ...

"... as described in the Holy Cross scriptures."

Asriel, who walked in front, suddenly spoke, with a little contempt in his chuckle: "We are the incarnations of evil, cruel, painful, and vicious, and we are happy to torture and abuse believers. Blood sacrifices spread evil in the world, right? "

"After seeing Mezka, and these ... non-mainstream art." The black-haired shaman who shrugged his fingers pointed around and hummed: "I suddenly felt that what the church said was quite convincing. of."

"But poor Asriel is not like this." The young man's voice was still a bit frivolous: "I just made a deal with them, and then made a joke, how can I talk to these evil guys? What about? "

"Joke? Don't be funny."

Loren coldly said: "Those people are just toys for fun-what you do is essentially the same as these 'performance artists', at most only 50 steps and 100 steps."

"What about you, Loren?"

Asriel stopped and looked back at the black-haired wizard with a smile, her bloodless cheeks cast a shadow under the white light: "What is your choice?"

Loren's expression is a little complicated.

"Since coming to this world of displacement, apart from life and death, the decisions you have actually made are essentially only wizards." The young man's voice was soft, but with some magic: "I can see it , You are eager to control your own destiny-just like all people who travel far away, you will not be willing to obey or accept some kind of arrangement, you believe more in what you hold in your hands. "

"Your morals and codes of conduct are bound by the memories of the past, not cruel but not generous. You know that you are not a saint, but you do not leave hidden dangers that threaten you."

"As you said, all I did was work hard to live."

The dark pupil looked at the "devil" in front of him, and Loren said coldly: "Borrowing a sentence, I can live now, it's all lucky!"

"Guohuo people will choose to deal with a devil. After contacting some power, will they want to get the Holy Grail of the Nine Stars?"

The boy looked at him helplessly and shook his head slightly with a smile: "No, you want more, you are eager to know the truth, and your heart is also searching for power!"

"... Do you know the tone and expression of your speech now, it is just the most standard devil carved in the mold."

"God does not want to tell humans, only the devil will whisper secretly beside you, because we are friends."

As the words fell, Asriel suddenly looked at the other side of the corridor, his expression a little surprised: "Ah, it seems that someone is coming?"

"Are you sure you are?"

With a sneer, Loren clenching the "bright silver", his right hand pulled out a long sword from behind, and Xueliang's blade reflected like a mirror in the disastrous light:

"Did some guy tell me that the monsters in the sewers have all been hanged to death?"

"I'm just saying that someone has opened the way for you and should be safe." The teenager blinked the scarlet, "innocent" big eyes:

"Of course, it is also possible that they deliberately stayed on the road and used to act as guards and barricades."

The weird figure climbed and walked in the dark, shadowy enough, like a pack of wolves approaching their "prey"-two scented "three-point steak".

There are at least ten ... no, almost twenty.

"There is only one question." Staring at the monster approaching him, the dark-haired wizard seemed to be asking casually: "If I kill them here, will we be found?"

"Since we walked into the sewers, we have been discovered-otherwise how did these passionate‘ Gentlemen ’find us?”

"Very good ..." Loren breathed lightly:

"Then you're welcome!"

............ "Is it really appropriate for us to do this?"

The ruined street asked Willa, who was behind Edward, a little worriedly, "I don't think it's right to look at the individual wizard who left the black hair?"

"This is his plan, and I am only the executor."

The indifferent night watchman explained: "Your Excellency Loren Turin is right. If you take action, the probability of being found is very high. Instead of being found at the door, if we do the bait, it does not matter if we are found- Because we do n’t know where the Holy Grail is, let alone ... "

"Not to mention?" Vera's expression puzzled.

Edward did not answer, but looked at the female elf walking in front of the investigation, and the wizard behind him holding a bow and arrow. When Loren Turin decided to do this, the two men agreed without asking. Well, I didn't worry about him at all.

Is it out of trust in friends, or do they know something they don't know? There seems to be too many secrets in this Lord Loren Turin ...

Waking up looking up, the night watchman suddenly laughed at himself ... It was clearly said that the two sides were only a cooperative relationship, and he still wanted to think so much. Is it true that he is regarded as a friend?

However, having such a trusted friend does not seem too bad ...

"Stop!"

The female elf walking in front of her suddenly crossed her spear to block the pedestrian behind her. Two night watchmen instinctively pulled out their arms behind her. The little wizard who raised his bow and arrow squatted down on the ground, from the space beside Liya aim.

Pedestrians who have encountered countless "encounter battles" without using them for a long time gradually began to have some tacit understanding.

Who is that?

When seeing the two figures clearly, even Edward's indifferent eyes were somewhat surprised-dressed in plain robes, armed with a wooden staff and a holy cross pendant, the priest walked vigorously, followed by armor and gold Wrapped in a red cloak, the knight with a long sword walked towards them.

The knight wearing a helmet couldn't see his face. The bright silver armor was covered with blood. The red long sword hung down on his side. The plasma that had not yet solidified slipped from the tip of the sword, staining the place where the knight passed.

But the priest ... Edward could n’t believe his eyes. The other person ’s body had no dust at all. The plain priest costume looked like a brand new one!

"Fansis ... Bishop?"

Ain Rand, holding his bow and arrow, looked at the smiling priest inexplicably, his eyes filled with shock: "He, why is he here ?!"

"Maybe it's because of the Holy Grail?" Edward whispered whispered ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but his voice was very determined.

"Isn't this Ain Rand of Wimpar College?"

The knight stopped and Fanesses stepped forward, and the gentleman smiled at several people: "We met before at the Academy. You are all well, at the Fanesses in Lower Lotel, the Ebden Church Bishop, on this day raged by evil, may the Holy Cross bless us all! "

Everyone tightened their nerves, and I saw this bishop adult with a humble smile, his eyes swept from everyone's face, with an undoubted tone, slowly spoke:

"Now, please tell me where is Lord Loren Turin, otherwise ..."

He looked cold:

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