Volume 1, The Wizard's World Chapter 145 Conspiracy (2)
Appleton, Newtown.
After falling out with the royal family, Sentinel's Sorrow completely shrunk its power. Except for the magic circle of Death Parish and Lumin Parish, all other areas fell into the hands of the royal family. The Inquisition reached an agreement with the royal family to help them rebuild and control these places.
Monitoring system.
The two major forces were busy with their own affairs, and they were inevitably unable to control the chaos in the city. Therefore, a violent massacre suddenly broke out in the most chaotic parish of Luteng. All the inquisition personnel and royal family members stationed here died, and only the monastery
Survived by the existence of the magic circle.
Coupled with the thunder incident that happened not long ago, the whole city suddenly began to tremble.
When Ian and the two returned, they could smell the strong smell of blood from a long distance away. As they got closer, they discovered that there were various people hiding in the low wall, including wizards and knights.
The place where their eyes were focused was red. A total of 23 corpses were neatly placed in the open space in front of the royal residence. The blood soaked the soil into dark red, and groups of crows were hovering over the corpses.
"What's on the ground?" Jasmine suddenly noticed.
"Sacrifice, array!" Ian spat out a few words one by one, his face filled with murderous intent.
All the souls of these people disappeared, only their bodies remained. Ian will never forget the magic patterns of the sacrificial array. It was the sacrificial array for the god who wields the sickle.
"Sure enough, we will never be able to kill all these bastards."
Seeing that he hated the spokesperson of the gods so much, Jasmine hesitated. At this time, a knight from the distance rushed over and said to the two of them: "Master Ian, Master Jasmine, where have you been? The captain is
Looking for you!"
They looked at each other and said, "Scott is back? Let's go back first... Do you know what's going on?"
"Sir, this matter is rather strange..." The knight walked behind the two of them and began to talk about it.
When they met Prescott, they also understood the general situation. It turned out that these people were killed silently without any resistance. No wonder the death scene was so neat. They didn't know the specific situation, but they were sure
It was at the hands of a wizard.
"Where have you two been these past two days?" Prescott asked rudely as soon as they met. The two of them left their posts without authorization and almost caused a disaster. If they were not wizards, he would have called
They were taken away to enforce military law.
Ian knew he was wrong and sincerely admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, we were wrong." Upon seeing this, Jasmine had no choice but to apologize.
Seeing that the two of them had lowered their posture, Prescott could not continue to press him. He asked: "Answer me first, what happened to make you two leave at the same time? Do you know that there was an attack over there last night?
Many footprints were also found around the camp. If it weren't for the magic circle, I think the brothers would have suffered the same fate."
At this point, the anger in his heart surged up again, and he gritted his teeth and asked: "Are we not trustworthy if we are not wizards? Aren't we your companions?"
This was heartbreaking. Ian also knew that a bad answer might offend a major faction in Norton Mountain. Of course he would not admit this, so he immediately shook his head and said: "Of course not, don't think too much about Scott, I
I have always regarded you as my friend.
In fact, this time, this time it was because of our selfishness."
He was about to confess when Jasmine suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes. Ian understood what the other party meant, but he still continued: "The two of us discovered a treasure..."
Then he explained everything clearly, hiding nothing except hiding Roger's existence and his talent. Jasmine was heard stamping her feet behind her.
"Really, that's all, but please keep this matter secret." He had heard too much about the crime of Huaibi, and of course he didn't want to make the same mistake again.
Unexpectedly, Prescott stared at him in disbelief after hearing this, and said in a trembling voice: "Gifted person, have you been promoted to a gifted person?" He never mentioned the treasure. Obviously, in his opinion, there is no way for Ian to have a mere worldly treasure.
News of promotion comes as a thrill.
Prescott was about to keep it a secret, when another knight came in and reported: Someone from the Wizards Alliance is coming, and the Herrscher is taking the lead. In other words, the other side's talented person has come forward.
"Let's go and meet them for a while." After Ian defeated the same level in the formation, he no longer feared the talented people, and his words were relaxed and freehand.
But Prescott stopped him, shook his head and said, "No, you'd better not show up."
Ian was puzzled, and Jasmine also spoke up: "Although Ian has just been promoted, he is not weak in strength."
Scott shook his head and said that was not the reason: "It's not a matter of strength, and it's not about fighting him. I mean, this is a quagmire, and you shouldn't fall into it. Just leave these matters to Lady Jasmine."
"Me?" Jasmine pointed at herself, and suddenly realized something, so she smiled brightly and said, "I see, okay, let me come and meet them."
Only Ian looked puzzled, how could they decide for themselves in just a few words? This is too disrespectful to the talented.
"Hey, hey, hey." He was about to ask.
Jasmine came over and pushed him outside. While pushing him, she said, "No, no, it's not safe to hide here. You'd better go to Lady Sarah's side."
Prescott's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately echoed behind him, so he left Luminee Parish and headed for Hanks Church with a question mark on his face, without any trace of the majesty of a gifted person.
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The parish of Lu Ming (Celestial Spirit Sect) and the parish of Hanks (God of Death) are separated by the parish of Dominion (The Scythe Bearer) and two or three streets. In the past, this journey would have taken at least a day.
But all this was changed by a battle. Now he only needs to cross a series of low stone walls and ditches to reach his destination directly. The total distance does not exceed 10 miles, and it only takes two hours on horseback.
Of course, it would be faster to use flying spells or steel wings, but that would be too ostentatious and could easily lead to accidents.
In fact, there are not that many treasures to be found in the broken city, but there are still an endless stream of wandering wizards and knights coming here. The reason is that the increasing concentration of negative energy makes this place a new place of practice, and the energy veins here are
It is destined to add prosperity to this emerging wizard city.
This prosperity must not be far away, because along the way, Ian saw more than fifty human buildings reappearing, and there were three buildings with energy fields exceeding normal levels, which represented at least three gifted wizards.
Practice here.
"Strange, why don't we see the patrolling knight?" Ian muttered in confusion.
As they got closer to Hanks Church, the surroundings became quieter and quieter, just like the scene when they escaped that day.
But this is the Hanks Church, the core area where the captain of the First Battalion, Sarah Johnson, and many talented people and senior knights are stationed together. How could this be possible?
With this thought in mind, he quickened his pace, spreading the limit of his mental power forward, and then he noticed signs of danger.
Due to the presence of Sarah, the monastery expelled other forces and wandering extraordinary beings, and the security defense line was the highest standard in the city.
But now, nearly thirty extraordinary people were eliminated without a sound. After approaching through the shelter, they found that someone was driving the undead to carry the sleeping knights. The large square in front of Hanks Church was neatly arranged.
It was full of people from the monastery. These people's lips were black and there was still vomit in the corners of their mouths. They were obviously poisoned.
There are even wizards carving magic array patterns all around.
(They are the spokespersons of those damn gods.) Ian turned the oracle lens and found that it was indeed the case.
There are five spokesmen for the gods within a distance of 30 yards, and God knows how many more there are.
He only knew the wizards among the people in the square, and they were all the power in Norton Mountain. If they were all taken away...he didn't dare to know what the consequences would be.
(But what about Marcus and Sarah?)
At this moment, he saw a person rushing out of the ruins of the main body of the church. Only then did he notice that the inside had been shrouded in magic similar to red ant acid mist. It seemed that the range was at least level 4 magic.
The man rushed out, raised his head and revealed his mask. It turned out that everyone was wearing a mask. He only heard a hurried saying: "No. 33365, No. 35245 come in with me. That man is too strong. You need to suppress the other two senior knights."
"Where is No. 22253?" one of them asked, "Don't his natural attributes suppress the target? Why does he still need support!"
I saw the man yelling: "That damn thing poisoned everyone and then disappeared without a trace. Otherwise, the target would have been killed long ago. Come here quickly."
After saying that, without waiting for their reply, he turned around and rushed in again.
"You sneaky bastard!" One of the people named carefully jumped out of the unfinished magic circle and began to curse.
His companions were calmer: "No. 66669, No. 33365 and I have completed the main part of the sacrifice formation. You should be fine with the remaining parts. But after we leave, only you three awakened ones will be left. Remember
Pay attention to using forest fog to hide yourself, and ensure the target's concealment even if you lose your vision."
"Understood." No. 66669 was a female wizard. She immediately began to cast magic when the two of them passed by, and the thick morning mist-like miasma completely obscured everyone.