I am the urban medical sword fairy

Chapter 813

"It's a fraud, it's really a fraud!"

"What should I do? Hurry up and ask the exorcist to exorcise the demon."

"Hey...you're sick, we belong to the Church of the Holy Light, what kind of demon dares to act presumptuously in front of us, why should we seek those psychics?"

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The people behind saw clearly now, and there was a sudden chaos. Only Sawyer noticed something was wrong, and quickly put Mills' body down, and then poured the holy light in his body into Mills' body. It didn't take long , Mills' heart started beating again, and he sat up all at once.

"what……"

Just like a drowning person desperately trying to swallow all the surrounding air into his belly after being rescued, Mills opened his eyes wide and panted with a big mouth, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Mills, what happened, who attacked you?" Sawyer hurriedly knelt down and asked Mills.

"I...I really think I'm dead...yes...there is a human..." Although Mills came back to life, his sanity was a little slowed down, and he finally explained what happened just now clearly.

Sawyer was thoughtful, and suddenly looked down at Mills' chest. There was a lot of blood there, obviously the heart had been pierced by the enemy, but at this time the fatal wound disappeared. Could it be...

As if realizing something, Sawyer hurriedly asked, "Holy Spirit Ball, where is the Holy Spirit Ball?"

Hearing Sawyer mentioning the holy spirit ball, Mills touched his chest subconsciously, and suddenly his whole body became stiff. He raised his head and said in a panicked tone: "No...it's gone..."

Sawyer's face was gloomy and watery, his eyes gleamed with cold light, and he stared at Mills. Mills only felt a coldness enveloping him, as if a ferocious beast that wanted to eat someone had already locked him.

He couldn't even believe that this feeling came from Sawyer in front of him. You must know that he and Sawyer had met quite a few times. He felt that the archbishop was not a bad person except for his always stern face. He is kind, even polite to himself who is lower than him. Even though Mills never called Sawyer an archbishop, he never called him respectfully, and he didn't see what this Archbishop Sawyer said.

In the past, Mills was very proud, thinking that because of his high status in the church, even His Majesty the Pope looked up to him, so don’t think his position is inferior to that of an archbishop, but in fact, his status in the church is no less than that of ordinary archbishops. Sawyer's friendliness towards him is evidence of that.

But now looking at Sawyer's cold eyes, Mills really knew that he had never known the archbishop, and that the other party's kindness to him was nothing more than a disguise, at least He had a feeling now that Sawyer might kill him at any moment, even if he had just died once.

"You were seriously injured and dying. The blood stained the holy spirit ball and activated it. He sensed your pious belief, so he healed you with his own power, but the holy spirit ball should be taken away by the person who almost killed you." Sawyer said calmly, unable to hear any emotion at all, and then he bent down to look at Mills.

"Mills, do you know how important this thing is to His Majesty the Pope? Not only did we fail to complete the mission, but we also lost the Holy Spirit Ball. If we just go back like this, what will His Majesty the Pope do with us? "

Mills' body trembled. Although he didn't know how important the Holy Spirit Ball was, he could tell from Sawyer's attitude that if they just went back like this, they would end up miserable. Although the Pope was optimistic about him, but with the Pope's character Said that when the time comes, there will be absolutely no mercy.

"No...we can't just go back like this...we...yes, we can go to that person, he has something to do with that prairie elf's cub, and he said he knew his father, this person must be in that prairie elf tribe Now, let’s go and kill him, and then we can get back the Holy Spirit Ball.” Mills’ thinking became faster at the critical moment, and there was almost no pause in the following words.

"Clap clap..."

Sawyer patted Mills on the shoulder and said, "No, this matter needs a long-term plan."

Mills couldn't figure out what Sawyer's attitude was. He was furious just now because he lost the Holy Spirit Ball. Why is he not in a hurry to find that person now? But he just made a serious mistake, and he didn't Dare to ask.

Sawyer narrowed his eyes slightly. He wasn't a stunned young man like Mills, who ran around everywhere. Not only could he not calmly think about countermeasures after he got into trouble, but he would let the impulse get lost in his eyes and make things worse.

A person who can kill Mills in two moves, what kind of simple person can he be?
Sawyer asked himself that he might not be able to do it. Although Mills may not look like a young man, he is indeed a talent that the church focuses on training. Although he does not have much experience in life and death fighting, his combat experience is not bad. The resources spent, as well as his own hard training, the degree of condensedness of this body of Holy Light Fighting Qi ranks first in the entire church.

Mills' strength is at B-level, even among the B-levels, he is the strongest group, so the person who almost killed Mills has at least A-level strength. As for how strong it is, just relying on these Sawyer has no way to judge external factors, but he is not sure about winning this person.

Once they act hastily and cannot take down the other party, who knows what reaction the other party will have, maybe they will just run away and disappear without a trace. Even with the power of the church, it is very difficult to find a person who is dedicated to hiding in this world. Laborious.

So either don't do it, once you do it, you will kill it with one blow, so that the opponent has no chance to escape. Only in this way can you be sure, so just relying on their current strength is not enough at all. He needs to invite another archbishop. So he didn't say a word, just thinking quickly in his mind, which archbishop has a good relationship with him, can come to help him.

After thinking for a while, he made a decision, and said to Mills: "Leave here first, we must monitor that person, and we must not let him disappear."

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"Brother Chen Feng, leave everything to me, don't worry." Zaratul slapped his chest.

"In this case, Patriarch Zaratul, I will trouble you for everything." Chen Feng nodded and thanked.

Yesterday they brought Zaratul's son Garuru back safely. Zaratul thanked Chen Feng and the others, insisting on thanking Chen Feng again, saying that they can choose whatever they have in their tribe.

To be honest, the Zhatu tribe is relatively poor in the entire prairie. Although tens of thousands of people are not a small number, it is nothing compared to the real big tribes among the prairie elves. Therefore, the people in their tribe Things, Chen Feng really has nothing to look at.

But Zaratul’s kindness is hard to come by. If he doesn’t thank Chen Feng well, he will feel that he owes Chen Feng. It just happened that Chen Feng remembered the mine, and of course Yuan Ming and the others could bring in many things from the outside. , but this food always finds a way to solve it.

The mine and those Lusus people consume a lot of food every day, so Chen Feng took advantage of the situation and asked Zaratul and the others to provide more food. in exchange for.

Of course, Zaratul has nothing to hate. There is nothing else on the grassland. There are many monsters that can be used as food. It is no problem to provide the consumption on the mine side, not to mention that Chen Feng also said that he will be paid. So he agreed to this matter.

"By the way, leader Zaratul, I have a badge here. I don't know if you recognize it." Chen Feng did not forget their purpose, so he showed Zaratul the president he got from those crazy orcs.

Zaratul took the president to look at it for a long time, but he had no idea, and asked the people around him, even the older grassland elves, and they all said that no one had seen it. In the end, he could only return the badge to Chen Feng .

"Brother Chen Feng, it seems that no one in our clan recognizes this badge, but it is also normal. Our grassland elves have grown up on the grassland since ancient times. We have always been self-sufficient and have relatively little contact with the outside world. If you want to If you want to know the origin of this emblem, I'm afraid you have to ask the forest elves or humans."

"Okay, thank you, I see." Although Zaratul didn't know the origin of the badge, Chen Feng still thanked him.

Before leaving, he patted Garuru's head and said, "Garuru, you must listen to your father from now on, don't run around casually, if something happens again, there will be no one to save you .”

"Well, Brother Chen Feng, I see, I...will I be able to become a powerful fighter like you in the future?" Garuru said to Chen Feng with a full face of admiration.

"Yes, as long as you work hard enough." Chen Feng said with a smile.

Saying goodbye to Zaratul who sent them far away, Chen Feng and Liu Ye boarded the cloud boat again, and Liu Ye said: "Xiao Fengfeng, we didn't find any clues in the Zhatu tribe, do you want to ask?" Other prairie elves."

After all, the Zhatu tribe is located in a remote area, and the grassland elves here have limited knowledge of outside information, which is also very normal, but this does not mean that other grassland elves do not know the origin of the badge, so Liu Ye proposed this.

"No need, as Zaratul said, the prairie elves have relatively little contact with the outside world. Even if those large tribes are well-informed, they may not know the origin of the badge. In this case, we don't waste time. Go directly to the forest elves and ask."

"Forest elves...Xiao Fengfeng, from the forest elves we met last time, they seem to be difficult to get along with." Hearing Chen Feng mentioning the forest elves, Liu Ye frowned.

(End of this chapter)