After a fierce battle, the meeting hall in the castle was destroyed beyond recognition. The tree men destroyed all the doors and windows. The venom dripping from them made the originally luxurious and exquisite carpet smell pungent, and Gawain's last words One blow even shattered the entire ground in the southeast corner of the chamber, and opened a large hole in the wall that reached to the ceiling - no matter how you looked at it, this house had to be repaired.
But compared to the losses suffered by the Leslie family in this disaster, Gawain was even more heartbroken that after all this trouble, the cultist actually escaped.
The Society for the Death of All Things is a heretical sect formed by fallen druids. Their sorcery is really hard to guard against.
Pittman immediately began to prepare ritual spells to track down the cultist's aura: According to him, there are many restrictions on escape spells in such emergency situations, especially since druids are not As a profession that is good at running away, most of its transfer spells require the power of plants, so the opponent may not have run far, and the possibility of still being in the castle after a transfer is very high.
But just when the old Druid took out the leaves and ointment for casting spells, a loud noise suddenly came from the dark night.
That was the sound of a crystal grenade exploding, and the direction... seemed to be exactly where the Byron Knight was!
Gawain's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly realized what had happened: "Quick! Go to the verandah area!"
However, when they arrived at Byron's location, The cultists have disappeared.
They only saw a torn vine torn by the explosion shock wave, the remains of flesh and blood scattered on the ground, and a middle-aged Mr. Knight standing next to the wall with a helpless look on his face.
Gawain looked at Byron: "You'd better tell me that the cultist was blown to pieces by your crystal grenade, and he was the one laying on the ground..."
Byron spread his hands helplessly: "Then if you are willing to listen to this, I will tell you this."
Gawain: "..."
"The floor is indeed paved. Part of that guy, but I didn't expect that a body of a legal profession could be so strong," Byron explained what just happened, "...Then the grenade exploded, but the guy reacted too quickly, and the moment it exploded Not only did he keep the grenade away, but he also had countless life-saving things hidden on his body. In the end, one of his arms was blown off. He fled into the forest behind the castle and disappeared. I wanted to follow him, but he entered the forest. After that, the breath seemed to disappear."
"It's a Druid after all." Gawain frowned. What happened on Byron's side was really full of twists and turns. First, the cultists made a mistake. Byron was in a weak state, and then the illiterate cultist took over the thunder version of Pyroblast, and then the cultist who was hit with a Pyroblast in the face actually ran away... I can only say that that guy really didn't deserve his life. Absolutely, he is destined not to die tonight.
Gawain knew very well that he had severely injured the other party. Under the circumstances, even if he usedEven if he ran away with magic skills, it was impossible for the cultist to completely escape the aftermath of the steel storm. It was just unexpected that the fifth-level cultist of the All-Death Society was not only a magician and a martial artist, but also a kryptonite warrior. The props used to save one's life...the rich man's play, the rich man's play.
"It's impossible to catch up." Pittman looked regretfully at the dense forest behind the castle. The forest grew along the western slope of the Tanzanite Mine and was connected to the forest in the distance. "Drew If we go into the forest, we can't find it with our current manpower."
"We let go of a hidden danger," Knight Philip said in a serious tone.
“No, according to the habit of the All-Death Society, if their actions in an area fail and their whereabouts are exposed, then unless there is an important goal that allows them to sacrifice a large number of members of the organization, they will not be able to do anything for a period of time. I won't act again." Pitman shook his head. "A druid cult that is not known for its combat profession can survive and grow to this day not because of recklessness."
"Anyway, At least we have relieved the crisis in this place." Gawain sighed, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and quickly ordered, "Pittman, you go to the atrium and find a way to remove the magic on the victims. You can save as many as you can, Byron. Philip, you two also go and help."
Human life is at stake, so the three of them received the order without delay, immediately nodded in agreement, and left.
"Let's go back to the hall just now," Gawain looked at Amber again, "The poor Viscount Andrew is still hanging out."
As he spoke, he Turn your head and prepare to leave this rooftop.
But just before he was about to take a step, a sudden flash of light in the darkness caught his eye.
Gawain immediately stopped and came to the spot where the faint light had just flashed to check carefully. Soon he found what he was looking for among the messy and withered vine leaves: that It was a small, blackened and broken finger, with a small ring on it.
This is obviously the remnant of the black-robed cultists.
"Hey, you also have the habit of searching for corpses after fights. I thought you were such a decent person..." Amber came over curiously, but in the middle of the sentence, he was grabbed by Gawain. Attracted by the things, "Huh? Ring? And it's not broken yet?!"
Gawain took off the small ring from the carbonized finger without much effort. Half of the surface of the ring was It has been blackened, but the remaining part is still shining with bright silver under the starlight. This "jewelry" that theoretically directly faces the heart-breaking power of the crystal grenade, just as Amber said, has no trace of it. No damage!
It’s still quite bright after a little rubbing!
Gawain looked at the ring and frowned slightly. He vaguely felt that this thing looked familiar.
Soon he remembered where he had seen something similar.
Gawain took off his gloves.He is wearing an identical ring on his hand!
Yes, this is...
"Should I get a love token?!" Amber suddenly shouted, "You are wearing the same ring as this cultist! You What's the relationship between the two?"
"Do you believe that I will knock you to the ground with a sword? You can't even pry it out!" Gawain glared at Amber, then lowered his head and pulled the two out. The rings were close together, "It seems to be the ring of mithril..."
"The ring of mithril?" Amber then vaguely remembered where the ring on Gawain's hand came from, She remembered the trip to the royal capital a few months ago, and the agent of the mithril treasury named mylittlepony that Gawain mentioned - although she was not able to meet the agent at the time (she was beaten on the spot during the meeting) Fei, I didn’t see his face so I didn’t count him as having met), but she had seen the ring that Gawain got from the agent, “Mythril Treasure House?!”
She then reacted: "You mean, that cultist is probably a 'senior customer' of the Mithril Treasure House like you?!"
"This kind of ring cannot be given out casually, and if it is not an important item "It's impossible for a cultist to carry this thing with him when he comes out to take revenge on society." Gawain nodded, "It seems... the business of Mithril Treasure House is really big."
Amber was dumbfounded: "Aren't they afraid that those cultists will 'return' them too?!"
Gawain smiled indifferently: "They dare to even order from the King of Elements? Take it, what's there to be afraid of?"
Then he carefully searched for the traces left by the cultists on the roof, but found nothing except the ring in hand.
Everything else was really blown to pieces.
Then the two returned to the hall where they had fought before. The lord of Tanzanian Town, Mr. Viscount Andrew of the Leslie family, was still there.
In fact, he can't go anywhere else at all - he has been corroded and tortured by the evil magic of the fallen druid for so many days. In addition, he has no extraordinary strength and relies entirely on magic potions to improve him. He had just barely acquired some magical ability. Viscount Andrew's spell resistance and physical constitution were almost the same as ordinary people. He was even weaker due to his usual overdose of drugs. Even if he was no longer affected by evil magic at this time, he His weak limbs were not enough to move him.
He could only collapse in his chair, watching helplessly as a group of people fought and demolished half of his hall, then watched them leave, and then watched helplessly Come back with Gawain and Amber.
The only good thing is that the aftermath of the previous battle did not affect him, and the Viscount is still intact to this day.
"The cultist ran away," Gawain came to Viscount Andrew and said without concealment, "but he shouldn't come back again - that's the case in the short term."
Disaster ImmortalMr. Viscount rolled his eyes with difficulty and took a few deep breaths. His joy and worry were undisguisedly revealed on his face, but first he spoke weakly and thanked you: "Thank you for your rescue... Your Excellency, Duke, I Now I feel that being friends with you is the best decision I have ever made in my life... Ahem... I'm starving. Can you give me some food first?"
Gawain shook his head and reached out. He took out a small crystal bottle from his arms: "Although I really want to give you a full meal now, you'd better drink some of this first."
Viscount Andrew looked at the small bottle doubtfully: "This It's..."
"The potion prepared by the druid in my territory can replenish your physical strength and repair your internal organs." Gawain unplugged the cork from the potion bottle and came to the company. The man who couldn't hold the medicine bottle said, "All the organs in your body are dying. Eating food at this time will only kill you. You must use medicine to slow down your breathing first."
Although Pitman often sells useless "lucky ointments" in the territory, the functional potions he prepared are still really useful. Not long after drinking the stamina potion, Viscount Andrew's complexion improved significantly. stand up.
Gawain then asked: "Do you have any information to tell me about that cultist? How could you be so well targeted by an organization like the Society for the Death of All Things?"
p>Viscount Andrew tried hard to twitch his face, as if he wanted to make a wry smile, but in the end he failed. He could only sigh: "Alas... It's just my fault that I dug out things I shouldn't have dug out."< /p>
"Did you dig something you shouldn't have?" Gawain frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I dug out a fragment of an eternal stone slab..."