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"What should I do?" Everyone looked at Canghong. This handsome and charming man also lost his composure at this moment. He could not answer Salin's question for a moment.

"In my opinion, since I have done it, I'd better think about how to get rid of the Holy See." Salin was not in a hurry. Anyway, he was going to the Qinin Empire, and this matter only made his plan advance. He registered a mercenary, but wanted to save some money and provide the expenses of learning magic.

Canghong was speechless. He was a wealthy man and had some relatives in his hometown. If this matter was revealed, the Inquisition would not care whether the relatives were related to this matter. Moreover, Skochenya could not stay there. If he escaped, he could only go to the Qinin Empire without a professional union. In this way, the five thousand gold coins would be ruined, and his own private savings would be all included in Skochenya's Imperial Bank.

Imperial Bank will not confiscate his property for his crimes, but how dare Canghong go back?

Over the years, five brotherly mercenaries died, and in the end they were fleeing. The ruins in the chaotic swamp may be compensated, and there may be nothing.

"It's better to do what you are doing first. No matter what is in the ruins, after the exploration is completed, Shika and I will go to the Qinin Empire. You might as well go to the Yunliu Empire and take a boat to sea. The people of the Holy See cannot find you, so you can't be sure that this is what you did." Salin talked freely, as if killing the magician of the Gods was nothing to do.

"I have to do this." Cang Hong replied painfully. He only hopes that the remains in the chaotic swamp will not disappoint.

"Let me rest for twenty minutes, and then continue to move forward after recovering from the magic string." Salin didn't want to stimulate Cang Hong and others, but he vaguely reminded that there were still unknown enemies ahead, and there was no time to be sad and panic at this time.

"Everyone enters the fork in the road, let's rest and set off in 20 minutes." Cang Hong gave a simple order, a little depressed.

Salin was calm on the surface and felt extremely uneasy. It was nothing to offend Count Su Fangsuo, but offend the people of the Holy Holy Church, and there was basically no good ending. Even if he was a level 6 magician and had a magic tower, those madmen from the Inquisition dared to attack.

Once any contradiction is involved in religion, it will be a situation that will never end.

The Holy Church did not have a church in the Qinin Empire, but the Inquisition was everywhere. It seemed that it was difficult for me to live in seclusion and practice.

Maintaining the surface calmness, Salin tried hard to absorb the power of the magic core and tried his best to restore the magic string.

Things have reached the point where you can't look back, and troubles are useless, so it's better to improve your own strength as soon as possible. After killing Count Su Fangsuo's son, Salin already understood the importance of strength.

If he was a great magician, Count Su Fangsuo's son would definitely sell himself for his face and let Dika go. He would not have to escape at all, nor would he meet Cang Hong, and of course he would not kill the priests of the Holy Church.

But this is the fate. A small beginning is destined to be the ending.

Cang Hong was influenced by Salin and calmed down unknowingly. He knew very well that from then on, he would never be able to return to the Cangjun Mercenary Group. Although Cangjun is a level 4 mercenary group, he would definitely not offend the Holy Church for his sake, a small team leader. The most important thing in front of him is to kill this passage, kill all the people in front, and not expose his own team for the time being. When the ruins in the chaotic swamp are obtained, they will fly far away and never return to Skochenya.

The Yunliu Empire has many islands, and the minions of the Holy Holy Church will definitely not be able to reach it, and it is even more impossible to find itself.

But there are four teams ahead, two of which are the Vulture Mercenary Group, one fleeing team, and one hunting team. The strength of these people must have exceeded their own team. Cook was dead, Lucas's iron-carved feather was used up, Pino was injured, and one of Sarah's hand was also injured. Can such a team reach the ruins safely?

Cang Hong looked at Salin. Salin's magic strings were mostly restored, and the fluorescent technique was lit up again, and the mist of confusion was protected, protecting the team within his magic range.

Cang Hong couldn't feel any emotional fluctuations in this young magician. It seemed that they killed only an ordinary person, not a first-level priest under the seven gods. Cang Hong's heart was much more stable. He also had a magician in this regard. Although he was only a first-level wizard, he could allow the team to exert extraordinary combat power.

This young magician is very good at dealing with assassins, so the remaining four people only need to match the swordsman and magician, which is relatively easier.

Salin raised his eyelids, looked at Canghong with his blue eyes, and smiled and said, "Don't worry, if it is in the wilderness, we have no chance of winning. In such an environment, unless the other party has a magician of higher level than me, we will not encounter danger again. Let's move forward."

The remaining four people in the Cangxia Mercenary Group silently organized the team again. This time it was replaced by Sarah in front and Lucas in the back, Pino and Canghong followed Salin, and Sika carried her huge stick, never leaving the magician.

The sound in the cave would be very far away, and Sarah dared not go too far beyond the fog of confusion, and the team's advance speed maintained a slow pace.

After walking for about twenty minutes, Sarah stopped and waited for Salin and others to approach before she started making gestures.

Cang Hong sighed silently, luck seemed to have come back, and there was still only a small team of people in front of him. The Vulture Mercenary Group's team did not seem to know that something had happened to the companion behind him, and was still following the team ahead with concentration.

He knew that Salin was just a first-level magician and could not have a spell like silent barriers, so he wrote on the ground with his finger: The same method as before, slowed down half the speed.

Salin nodded to show his understanding.

The entire team, shrouded in the mist of confusion, reduced its speed to half of that and continued to move forward. Salin began to search for the opponent's assassin with his perception. For low-level magicians, assassins were extremely annoying. Without advanced magic shields, it was difficult for the magician to resist the assassin's sudden attack.

If the assassin practices sword energy, a blow in the dark can easily pierce the defense of the invisible shield.

Before the magician grew to level 4, assassins were like natural enemies of magicians, which made people feel worried. Salin had little combat experience and learned most of his knowledge from books, but there was a story about magicians that he kept in mind. When fighting, try to kill the assassin first.

No matter how strong the swordsman is, his skills are balanced. As long as the magician does not make big mistakes, he will not lose between the same level. Although the assassin is also practicing sword energy, he is good at hiding, and the sudden burst of power is much more terrifying than the swordsman.

The best way to deal with the assassin is to kill him in advance before the assassin takes action.

Salin was lucky. Although the fog of confusion was only a first-level magic, it could not be dispelled by means other than magic, and it was even more difficult to tell whether it was magic or natural mist. In autumn, there was still a lot of fog outside the chaotic swamp, and Salin soon discovered that the two assassins were hiding.

It was a rock crack at the top of the cave. If it weren't for the outrageous coverage of Salin's mist of confusion, these two assassins would have been really hard to detect.

Salin was happy at first, and then became alert. Assassins usually explored and tracked the way in front of the team. Why were these two assassins behind the team? If they found their existence, it would be impossible, because if the assassin knew that the fog was sent by the magician, he would understand that he had been exposed and would not foolishly hide there and wait for his magic to come.

Salin grabbed Canghong's hand, grabbed him, looked at the top of the cave, not knowing how to express it. He regretted not learning more about mercenary knowledge now, and those gestures were very complicated and enough to replace language.

In desperation, Salin controlled the fluorescence technique and used the miserable green fluorescence to condense a line of words in the air - the assassin was behind, and the situation was wrong.

Canghong Pisalin is much more experienced. When he saw this line of words, he immediately understood what Salin meant. At this time, he also admired the young magician.

Canghong could see that Salin and Shika were rookies and had no experience to talk about. But these two people not only did not cause trouble for themselves along the way, but also were the main forces of the battle. If there were no young magicians, his team of people would be over in that encounter. Even if they could kill the magician, they would be completely destroyed under the attack of the demon spider.

Canghong made a cutting action on his throat with his hands, asking Salin to deal with the two assassins first. Salin nodded, and a white glimmer began to condense on his hands. It was still the old method. A huge ice hockey flew into the rocky crack at the top of the cave, and the target was the middle position of the two assassins.

These two assassins were much stronger than the two just now and were suddenly attacked. Although the target of the ice hockey was not them, the two assassins still rushed out of the rock cracks at the top of the cave.

This is the real assassin, the natural enemy of the magician, who is extremely sensitive to danger. In terms of mental power alone, a powerful assassin is no worse than a magician, and some assassins can even use magic props.

Salin sneered, if you can avoid it, I will not be a magician. The corners of his mouth were pursed into a line, his mental power was highly concentrated, and the ice hockey that was flying slowly in the air suddenly stopped, just in the middle of two assassins who were rushing down.

In the eyes of most people, the magic released by a magician is like a bow and arrow. There is no turning back arrow when it is opened. But in fact, magic can be operated subtly. This kind of skill that pauses after release is not very rare. It is just that few magicians are willing to waste their mental power to control it like this.
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