While the two were chasing after each other while leaving marks, Debra also came to River Spirit.
Although it was Shirley Becky who presided over the massacre, she did not pour out her anger on her because she knew it was not Shirley's fault. She cast her gaze somewhere and said to the void: "Come out, I
I saw you, and you, Lord Victor, you should owe me an explanation."
An angry Debra lost even her basic courtesy.
A seed began to germinate in the void, blossoming and bearing fruit in an instant. A fruit the size of a baby's fist ripened and fell somewhere.
There was a "bang" sound.
The fruit exploded, and the seeds contained inside shot towards a certain being in the void, and that person immediately escaped from the gap in space.
Everyone took a closer look, but it was Preet Ed who should have left long ago, and the next moment, Morse Victor also came across space.
The two looked at each other with embarrassment in their eyes.
They already regretted the approach they had taken just now. Even if they told Debra directly that the monastery planned to massacre the city, it would be better for both parties to take action and get hurt than the current situation.
At least it's not that embarrassing.
"cough!"
Faced with Debra's questioning, Pritt pretended to be deaf and dumb, his eyes wandering, and he felt like he was in a trance.
This made Morse angry but at the same time he had to speak and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, this is the will of the monastery. I'm sorry to have deceived you, but the will of Commander Mia cannot be violated."
"Haha, the will of the monastery?"
Debra laughed angrily. After the laughter, she suddenly closed her smile, and the anger in her eyes increased instead of decreasing. Then all the wizards on the monastic side felt huge pressure, "Have you ever thought about it when you consider the will of the monastery?
As for my promise, I certainly respect Clapham Mia, but the dignity of the Wizards' Union cannot be taken lightly."
"Hey, do you mean you are going to seek justice from us?" Morse had no intention of taking action with Debra. Even though he was not afraid of the other party, he was not willing to have a grudge with this promising alliance deacon. "This
You can complain to the Mia Army Commander about this matter, but before that, please stay calm."
"Appeal?" Debra's eyes narrowed slightly, with a cold light shining inside, "Maybe you don't know it, but you should know the fact that the Wizards League never needs to appeal to anyone. We are the makers and referees of the rules, and appeals are the weak ones.
Rights, and what we have is power, for those who do not abide by the rules and go back on their word..."
A huge illusory garden slowly emerged behind her, with flowers unique to various types, countries, and races. It was even more complete than a flower market.
Just when everyone thought it was Debra's witchcraft, the rich fragrance of flowers suddenly filled the entire space, and they realized that those phantoms might be real, but the garden was not in this space.
The wizards became energetic after smelling it, as if they had drunk some magic potion.
But when Morse and Pritt saw this, they felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Morse opened his mouth and seemed to say something, but no one heard the sound.
A circle of fans appeared behind Debra, and the fragrance of flowers emanated from within. She said with a frosty face and a cold tone: "The Wizards Alliance has always had only one principle - fight before we talk!"
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When everyone was not expecting it, the pink aperture suddenly expanded, and suddenly enveloped the two fielders. Morse and Pritt disappeared in front of everyone, and Debra followed without saying a word.
disappear.
"You're crazy!" Morse's words had just reached everyone's ears, but they had already disappeared.
The herrschers of the Inquisition and the wizards of the monastery looked at each other, breathing a sigh of relief but at the same time they were still full of doubts about what was happening in front of them.
They really couldn't believe that the three dignified domainers were acting like gangsters and started fighting without explanation. Debra's performance was even more eye-catching. No one could have imagined that she would have the courage to face two of the same level.
Where does she get the confidence?
This world is so crazy!
The two sides separated in unison, and then faced off as if facing a formidable enemy.
…
"They started fighting!"
Ian, who was running wildly, suddenly heard Rose's words and was a little confused for a moment: "Who started the fight?" Then he reacted and said in surprise, "How is that possible?"
He really couldn't believe that the deacon of the Wizards Alliance, who had always been neutral, would actually take action against the mentor of the monastery. Even on the battlefield with the church, the number of fights between domainers was very few.
"Is it because she doesn't agree with our massacre of the city? But we are only targeting believers."
Unexpectedly, Rose sneered and said: "How could she be angry because of such a thing! What really made her angry was that your monastic society went back on its word. It was obvious that you had promised to cooperate with the Wizards Alliance, but she caught you when you were breaking your promise.
, if she doesn’t take action, where is the prestige of the Wizards Alliance? Do you really think that cats and dogs are qualified to challenge the dignity of the Wizards Alliance? You know..."
As if Rose had revealed some taboo, her voice suddenly stopped.
When Ian saw this, he stopped asking questions, because he knew that even if he continued to stalk him, the other party would never say a word that he shouldn't have said.
So he turned around and said: "Since you can see them doing it, can you also let me see what the battle between the realms is like!" He was really curious.
But Rose's next words were like a basin of cold water that wiped out his interest: "I can't see it either. I just used your mental power to barely sense the ring of isolation that appeared there, so I can deduce it. I think.
If you want to see high-ranking beings fighting with your own eyes, then you will have to work hard to improve your mental strength."
"Hey!" Ian returned his thoughts to the present and continued on his way.
After more than twenty minutes, they finally arrived at the place where Debra first detected the abyss wizards, but by now those people had long since disappeared.
Although they have left, these people once stayed here briefly.
Because the two of them saw a piece of loose turf, Ian gently lifted it with his hand, and the thatch lifted up a large piece of turf directly, revealing the flattened ground.
A magic circle was arranged with ashes on the fresh soil. Both of them were unfamiliar with this strange formation of wolf heads and black goat heads intertwined.
It seems that this group of people held some kind of mysterious ritual here. Although the specific effect is unknown, it should be a part of their killing ritual.
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Since this was done by the group of abyss wizards, the two of them very wisely recorded the magic array patterns.
The Herrscher took out a pen and paper and started drawing, while Ian took out a piece of leather scroll and made rubbings.
"Is this...a magic ring?" Herrscher asked with a shocked look on his face.
Ian chuckled, nodded and said, "It's a magic ring. I got it only by luck. It's not worth mentioning."
The wizard's memory and observation ability can be said to be very strong. The Herrscher quickly recalled that not only was Ian Hyde in front of him, but the other people named Jasmine and Shirley also wore similar ones on their fingers.
The rings, and the fingers of Black Ward, who came with them and was said to be a disciple of Clapham Mia, the master of the monastery, were also not empty.
The magic ring that is hard to find in the wizarding world has arrived at the Hydrian Monastery, and it seems that everyone has one.
Such a gap made the originally somewhat arrogant Herrscher feel a little guilty, and he looked at Ian with a complicated expression.
"Are collective wizards so rich? If I had known, I should have entered the monastic order."
Ian didn't know that the psychology of the Inquisition wizards in front of him was so complex. After getting help from Rose, he quickly locked the escape route of the group of wizards, so he pointed in that direction and said: "Where are they going?
Chasing?"
He has personally experienced the terror of the Abyss Wizard. Without knowing the number and strength of the opponent, any decision made should be cautious.
Herrscher Ram obviously also understood this truth, but he nodded without much hesitation and said: "Keep chasing, we will only follow and keep a safe distance."
When Ian heard this, he knew what he meant.
"Are you sure where they went... That's the direction of Sivir. Damn, these people have a new target." Ram quickly judged the other party's movements and had no doubts about Ian's words.
This also saved him the need to explain. The two left their mark and immediately chased the target.
The group of abyss wizards obviously did not realize that there would be pursuers behind them, so these people did not hide their traces on the road too much, especially after leaving the scope of River Spirit City, they had no cover at all, and a large number of people walked through the wilderness
, even if it is grass without any cover, the traces of trampling will still be irrecoverable within an hour.
In addition, the unlucky bandit chose the wrong target and was killed by the "fat sheep". After abandoning the body in the wilderness, vultures and flies could also provide clues to the two of them.
They chased and finally caught up with the group after dark.
On the grass, those people had already chosen their campsite. Even the wizards, no one could continue traveling at night after a long journey throughout the day. Only the strong knights could endure that kind of torture.
As wizards, it is natural for them to rest before they can continue their journey.
And Ian and Ram also gradually found a relatively safe location-in the lush grass three miles away from the camp.
As long as those wizards didn't use their mental power to scan them inch by inch, they wouldn't be at risk of being exposed.
But for them, the huge bonfire that can be seen even from miles away can ensure that they will not lose their target.