In September in the Western Region, there is gradually a chill, and what is even cooler than this is the dark red bloodstain outside Longyou City.
If someone looked up at the sky at this time, they might be able to see two figures in the sky, one behind the other, flying quickly.
When Lin Ze found a way to deal with Mo Daofu's negative magic, it meant that there was no suspense in this war.
His own strength was more than one step stronger than Mo Daofu's, and despite his mental arithmetic, Lin Ze only needed less than a hundred breaths to defeat him in one fell swoop.
If it weren't for the fact that Mo Daofu didn't have a few life-saving scrolls on him, he would have died in Lin Ze's hands on the spot.
Even so, Mo Daofu, who was so frightened that he no longer had the slightest idea of fighting Lin Ze, just fled westward desperately, trying to save his life.
Bullshit holy rank glory, bullshit emperor's censure, these don't matter as long as you can survive.
Modolf swore that as long as he could escape this time, he would never come to the East again. The feeling of not being able to control life and death was too uncomfortable.
Chase and kill all the way.
In mid-air, the light of a scroll flickered from time to time. Every time Lin Ze was about to catch up with Modolf, the opponent would always take out a scroll and widen the distance between the two parties.
Some are buff scrolls that accelerate in a short time, and some are teleportation scrolls that instantly increase distance.
But no matter what methods Mo Daofu used, it was all in vain when faced with Lin Ze in his prime.
At most it will delay for some time.
Lin Ze also calmly hung up behind Modolf. As a good hunter, you must have enough patience, especially when hunting trapped animals.
If you can exhaust the prey's energy and kill the opponent at the minimum cost, why force the opponent to fight back before death?
An hour later, Mo Daofu, who had very few scrolls left on his body, was completely blocked by Lin Ze at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.
The chase and escape unknowingly spanned the entire Western Region.
"Your Excellency, let me go, I will pay any price," Modolf suddenly said to Lin Ze.
Mo Daofu used this sentence in Qin dialect. Even though his accent and lack of proficiency made it resemble the dialect of remote counties in Qin, Lin Ze still understood it.
A hint of surprise appeared on Lin Ze's face: "Can you speak Qin language?"
A flattering smile appeared on Mo Daofu's face: "After I came to your country, I learned a few sentences. Your language is broad and profound, and I admire it very much."
"Introduce yourself, Honorary Duke of the Byzantine Empire, Saint-level magician Modolf. I would like to pay my respects to you."
Lin Ze's face looked a little weird. There seemed to be something wrong with his style of painting. The two sides had been fighting to death several times. Why did they suddenly become friends?
"I wonder what you call me?" Modolf tried to maintain a kind smile, tried to survive for himself, and tried his best.
Lin Ze chuckled lightly: "I don't need to call you a name. Since you want to spend money to save your life, first tell me what you can give?"
The name must not be spoken carelessly. Who knows if the other party has any curse skills, and it happens that the name is used as a medium.
Seeing Lin Ze expressing his intention to negotiate, Modoofu didn't care about the fact that the other party didn't give his name, which seemed a little rude, and said with excitement: "I am willing to pay three million gold nards as a ransom."
Kinnar is the name given to gold coins by the Byzantine Empire. The weight of one gold coin is approximately equal to that of Qin's hardware.
In other words, it is fifteen million gold.
"Okay, I agree, let's just go ahead and capture him. You can write a personal letter later and I will send someone to deliver it to your family. When the ransom arrives, I will release him."
Lin Ze readily agreed.
Hearing Lin Ze's promise, Mo Daofu's face lit up with joy, but after hearing the words behind him, he felt a little embarrassed. He just surrendered and put his life and death into the hands of others. How could this be done?
Just listen to Mo Daofu say cautiously: "But in this case, I can't guarantee that you will let me go after receiving the ransom."
Lin Ze chuckled: "You don't want me to let you go first and then send you a ransom, right? Do you think I'm that stupid?"
Mo Daofu quickly shook his head: "Of course not, one hand pays the money and the other hand lets the person go, it's just..."
Lin Ze interrupted with an indifferent expression: "You have no choice. You are the one who wants to live. The two choices are either to surrender and take the ransom to pay for your life, or I will kill you."
At the same time, the Tianwen Sword in Lin Ze's hand was glowing with cold light and overflowing with murderous intent.
Seeing this, Modoofu swallowed his saliva and said: "Your Excellency, please wait a minute. If you have something to say, please talk to me. You and I will discuss this matter carefully."
"Ten, nine..." Lin Ze began to count down.
Seeing Lin Ze acting like this, a trace of anger appeared on Mo Daofu's face, and then he became depressed.
A strong man at the holy level has a lifespan of hundreds of years, but he only lived to be one hundred and two years old, and he didn't want to die yet.
"Your Excellency, come on," Modolf closed his eyes and waited for Lin Ze's decision.
Lin Ze said slowly: "It's not urgent. Throw the wand over first and then dissipate the magic power in your body."
The more times like this, the less we can take it lightly. There are many cases of false surrender and overturning. How did Cao Cao get his camp burned down?
Mo Daofu did not expect Lin Ze to be so cautious, but he was determined to save his life, but he had no choice. He threw the wand in his hand and dissipated the magic power.
When Mo Daofu's breath was mostly low, Lin Ze suddenly ducked to Mo Daofu's side and injected his master's power into it.
Just like Lin Ze dealt with Qing Yuan that day, he firmly controlled Mo Daofu.
The whole process went very smoothly. It wasn't until the dust settled that Lin Ze breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a month and a half since the army arrived in the Western Region, and it finally came to an end.
Lin Ze had already known what to do with Mo Daofu. If the magic stone had not existed, Lin Ze would have chopped off Mo Daofu's head at about the moment he subdued him, thus avoiding any future troubles.
But in order to obtain a large amount of magic stones, Lin Ze planned to leave Mo Daofu alive.
Now that the Qin State is full of smoke, it is absolutely impossible for the entire Qin State, including Hu Hai, to agree to Lin Ze's expedition to Byzantium.
And it was impossible for Lin Ze to give up such a good thing as magic stone.
If Modolf does not surrender, Lin Ze can only mobilize the people from the Western Regions, form a caravan, and spend a lot of money to buy magic stones from Byzantium.
Even if you can only get a little bit, it's better than nothing.
But now that Mo Daofu, a holy magician, is here, does Lin Ze still need to worry about not getting the magic stone?
With his backhand, he put two strands of Grandmaster's power condensed into substance into Modolf's heart and head, and then removed the objects on his body that might threaten him. Lin Ze let go of Modolf and signaled: "Let's go, let's go find him."
The messenger goes."
Since he wanted to be a messenger to Byzantium, he definitely couldn't be from Qin who even spoke a different language. After much thought, Lin Ze thought that there would be a suitable candidate among the 500,000 Byzantine army.
As for whether they would cooperate, Lin Ze didn't have to worry. If Mo Daofu couldn't even handle a messenger, why should he believe that he could bring him a large amount of magic stones?