Modeza came to the woods near the prison, where Doranor and Tell were waiting early.
Doranor's expression is still numb, and Tyr's face is full of disgust. A wizard and a paladin, they can live together peacefully for several hours, which is already a very remarkable achievement.
After seeing Modesa, Tell, who had been silent for several hours, finally spoke. He pointed to a residential house in the distance and said: "The old woman is over there. In the third house to the east, the banshee is also there.
That."
The succubus was talking about Dorothy, and Modessa asked, "Why did she go there?"
Tyr snorted and said, "How do I know? I haven't spoken to her."
Doranor said: "That old woman must have taken a fancy to the mountain demon's ability. That girl can use poison and is very suitable for being a guard."
"Really?" Modessa sneered, "I think she is more suitable to be a killer."
After checking the weapon, Modessa turned and looked at Tyr: "Can you tell me what the paladin looks like?"
Tyr was silent for a moment, then asked: "Is that my kind? I can smell the same scent on him."
"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Modessa didn't ask any more questions. He was about to leave when he heard Tell say: "He is six feet two inches, maybe a little taller. He is wearing a shirt and has no hair. You
You can recognize him instantly."
Modesa said: "Thank you." After walking a few steps, he heard Tell say again: "Make things clean and don't make him suffer too much."
Modeza followed Dolanor carefully to the vicinity of the house. Dolanor whispered: "I can only stay here. If I get closer, the Paladin will sense my presence."
"Are you that afraid of him?" Modessa smiled, "Just open that damn wall and leave the rest to me."
"Don't underestimate the enemy, old friend," Dolanor's face showed a rare nervousness, "The Paladin is not that easy to deal with."
Modesa shook his head and said: "I killed a Paladin in the arena, and his neck was as soft as anyone else's."
After saying that, Modeza slowly walked towards the back wall of the house.
Cassati was waiting anxiously in the room. According to Ethan's news, Edwina should have come to the prison a long time ago. Could it be that something went wrong?
The bald paladin Norta said coldly: "I reminded you that it's best to call a few more people to monitor Edwina, but it's a pity that you didn't listen to me."
Cassati glanced at Norta and said with an unhappy expression: "It's not your turn to point fingers here."
Norta said: "You have never experienced war, I am just giving you a piece of advice."
"I don't need your advice," Katisa glanced at Katisa, "the gods will tell me what to do."
Norta smiled and said, "You tell so many lies that you even take them seriously."
Katissa gritted her teeth and said, "Do you dare to repeat what you just said?"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the onomatopoeic wizard Sandre advised: "Calm down, everyone, the enemy may appear at any time."
Cassati remained silent. Norta walked to Sandre and smiled: "What did you just say?"
Sandre trembled and said: "I mean, the enemy may be about to appear."
"When did you become so smart?" Norta exerted force on his wrist, and Sandre's shoulder was dislocated. He squatted on the ground and screamed in pain. Cassati frowned and said: "Norta, what do you want?
do what?"
Norta took a breath and said, "It smells like a wizard."
Sandre hurriedly hid in a corner. Whenever Norta said something smelly, Sandre would inevitably receive a severe beating.
But this time he was lucky, Norta was not talking about him.
"There are other wizards around here," Norta sniffed hard, "Yes, the smell is very strong, it's nearby, it's..."
His eyes stayed on the wall, a burst of dust fell, and suddenly there was a gap in the wall.
The gap opened wider and wider. Cassati was so frightened that he retreated to the door. Nolta immediately drew his sword.
Modesa appeared in front of him. Norta looked at it carefully, shook his head and said: "You are not a wizard."
"You're right." Modessa pulled out the short sword and rushed towards Norta. Norta dodged the short sword and stabbed Modesa with one sword. Modessa used the short sword to hold the long sword, and the blade was on the long sword.
Walking upstream, there were dazzling sparks.
Modeza's power shocked Norta. In the blink of an eye, the short sword had reached the hilt.
If Norta lost his long sword, at least he could keep his right hand, but he hesitated for a moment, but saw Modeza's short sword slipping from the hilt in an instant, and all five of Norta's fingers fell to the ground.
The shocked Norta turned his head and shouted to Cassati: "Run!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his head was chopped off by Modesa.
The panicked Cassati rushed out the door. There were dozens of Heavenly Punishers in the yard, including Dorothy, who knew how to use poison.
When she came to the yard, she found that all the Punishers had fallen to the ground, and only Dorothy stood in front of her.
Modesa was right, Dorothy was an excellent killer. She poisoned the Punisher's dinner and controlled the dose of the poison very well. The poisoned Punisher fell into a drowsy state and within two hours
Within hours, they all died in their sleep without making a sound.
"You betrayed me, betrayed me! God will make you suffer endless torture and punishment!" Cassati rushed towards Dorothy. Dorothy stepped back, shook her head and said: "Don't force me.
"
At the moment when Cassati was about to meet Dorothy, Modesa grabbed Cassati from behind.
"You really shouldn't force her, you can't die now." Modesa covered Cassati's mouth, took a rope from her waist and tied her up, and then stuffed her with a stone the size of a fist.
Entered her mouth.
"She smells so disgusting." Modesa looked at Cassati with disgust. He wanted to find a place to wash himself, but heard a sound coming from the house.
It's Sandre, and he wants to escape.
Modessa walked into the house and grabbed him by the shoulder. The poor wizard once again let out a cry of pain. His other shoulder was also dislocated.
Modesa pulled Sandre to her side and asked: "Do you know Doranor?"
"Dolanor? Are you talking about the Pathfinder Wizard?"
"Yes, that's him."
"I don't recognize him, but I've heard his name."
"He has also heard your name. You can take some time to get to know each other, but not too long, okay?"
Dora Noel came to Sandre, squeezed out a smile and said: "Although you are above the clouds, we are all cloud wizards, so I won't salute you, okay?"
Sandre nodded nervously.
"I need your help, are you willing?"
Sandre swallowed his saliva and said, "What kind of help?"
"I need your voice. If you are willing to help me, we can have a good chat. If you are not willing, then have a good chat with him." Doranor pointed at Modessa.
Sandre did not dare to look at Modesa again. He cried, part of the tears flowed on his face, and the other part flowed in his pants.
He agreed to Dolanor's request and imitated Cassati's voice.
"Children of the gods! Brave warriors! The evil witch did not appear here. She is now outside the city, making a dirty deal with the devil! Take your weapons! Cut off the witch's head and let the evil spirit
Shattered to pieces!"
Modessa looked at Dorothy and asked, "Are you ready?"
Dorothy nodded. She took a deep breath, waited for a long time, then turned to Modesa and said, "He said too long, I can't remember it."
Modesa rubbed his forehead, turned to Sandre and said, "Say it again, keep it short."