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After Sarin warned Crimson with the power of his ring, he let Sika support himself and Crimson supported Sarah. The three quickly left the battlefield in the mangrove forest.

Sarin did not bury the bodies of these people. In the swamp, burial is meaningless. Various warcraft will soon turn the body out of the ground.

Four people try their best to speed up and avoid the horror monsters carefully. These little monsters are scarce in the mangroves, but they are more dangerous than the soul demon. Being hit by the horror monster's skills, even the magician will also lose combat power.

When approaching the edge of the mangrove forest, there were already mud traps at the foot, only to stop. Crimson did not have a map here, and Salin had not fully recovered, and four people had to rest in the trees.

Sarin has completely absorbed the power of a third-level magic core and replaced it with a new third-level magic core. He leaned on the thick branches, and looked down at the crimson just right. After **** loses her sharpness, she looks a lot more pleasing to her eyes, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

"Crimson, do you regret hiring me?"

"No, this is life." Crimson replied helplessly. Now that the situation is reversed, he needs Sika and Sarin to protect Sarah. Sarah can't move for at least one day, not to mention fighting.

"Fate? Hey ..." Sarin laughed in a low voice and asked, "Do you know the status of the Envoy in the Holy See?"

"Of course, under one person, over 10,000 people. Offending the angel is tantamount to offending the pope."

"It ’s good if it ’s like this. In fact, the envoy can not listen to the Pope ’s orders. The superficial power of the Holy See has three courts, the Privy Council, the Holy Knights and the Inquisition. However, if divided by the priesthood attribute, the envoy is not Any of them. "

"What do you mean?" Despite being a mature mercenary, Crimson understands the Holy See, but he is not as strong as the traditional magician Sarin.

"The three major courts and the Holy Knights are the power of the Pope, but now there is no war of God, and this power can only dormant. The Privy Council is the core of the Holy See. The main force is the deacons inside. They are called Red Deacons internally. The main power is Kuroshitsuji, which specializes in things that are invisible to others. The deity, which has its own power, is scattered in all parishes and is called Baishi.

"Is there a difference?" Crimson asked indifferently.

"Deacon Red is responsible for the interior of the Holy See, Deacon Black is responsible for the outside of the Holy See, and Deacon Bai is responsible for the will of God. We are not only offending the Holy See, in fact, we are directly offending God."

Crimson almost didn't fall from the tree. He looked up and looked at Sarin in surprise.

"I do n’t want everyone to look back because I ’m afraid to meet Deacon Bai and be able to serve as a deacon. I have at least a six-level professional level. I really did. We do n’t even have the ability to escape. Crimson, so I asked You, you regret not. "

Crimson really regrets it. He originally thought that even if the messenger was broken, the messenger would not be dispatched directly. The trouble of finding him as a ant ...

"Ha, look at you scared. The mission of the **** envoy has nothing to do with the swordsmen of the Qin Yin Empire. The vulture mercenary regiment should be temporary. If I guess right, their goal is in the other direction, as long as We crossed the swamps hundreds of miles in front of us and it was safe. "

Crimson looked at Sarin with a three-point puzzle, and he didn't understand why the young magician didn't seem to care about the messenger. It is impossible to say that Sarin is ignorant. He is far more familiar with the structure and strength of the Holy See than himself. Say Sarin is strong? I'm afraid this little mage is not as powerful as the Caucasian female warrior beside him.

The first-level mages are not rivals of the sixth-level professionals in any way.

"Although the Holy Holy Church is terrible, the rise time is too short. The only thing that can be controlled is the Tangulas Empire. The power in Skopje is far from enough. The characters we have gotten are too high. Yes, otherwise it will cause war. So you do n’t have to worry, as long as we leave Skochenya and enter the Qin empire, it is basically safe. The Qin empire is called the magic empire. You do n’t understand ... "

Crimson glared at Sarin. He did not quite understand the key. He only knew that if he did not escape as soon as possible, he would be targeted by Deacon Bai at any time. That is a sixth-level professional, equivalent to a fifth-level magician, or a senior swordsman.

"You said to me what to do, whatever deacons come to him, aren't we all dead?"

"Differently, if it is a red deacon, as long as you are willing to fall into the arms of God and choose to believe in God, you will not die. If it is a black deacon, you can have a special power, and if you are seen by the referee, you also have the opportunity to be sincere. Deacon Bai, you'll die. God doesn't need anything. "

Sarin's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting on the red heart at once. He did have that idea, which was really impossible. It was a big deal to change into the embrace of God, and it was better than being killed. Sarin seemed to see through his thoughts, and some words made Crimson completely stubborn.

After Sarin finished speaking, he closed his eyes, grasped the magic core, and accelerated the recovery of the magic string. Crimson didn't speak anymore. He was a junior sword master, equivalent to a 4th-level professional, and thought he would stabilize this first-level little mage. It now appears that not only is he inferior to the magician in combat effectiveness, but also greatly inferior in wisdom.

Crimson and depressing, the first-level magician is only equivalent to the second-level professional. Why do you put so much pressure on yourself?

In half an hour, Sarin's magic string recovered, and the negative state of his body had not been eliminated, barely allowing Sika to move forward. Sarah also regained a little strength, and the four of them plunged into the swamp while it was still early.

The most dangerous thing in the swamp is not the Warcraft, but the trap. Silt accumulated for tens of thousands of years, and it is impossible to measure how deep. Sarin feels powerful and can bypass these traps. The final threat is still Warcraft.

Originally this was also a thrilling road, but Sika is almost recovered now. She leads the way in front of her, and often emits a low roar. Even when she encounters a powerful Warcraft, Sika recites the mantra far away. , Even avoided.

Only then did Sarin know why Crimson had to hire a Caucasian at a high price. Caucasus warriors could come out and practice. Most of them were blessed by sacrifices and had the ability to communicate with Warcraft. Although it is impossible to use World of Warcraft like a goddess of nature, it has the ability to show good intentions and not to invade each other.

Along the way, Schika did not engage in any other Warcraft except for dispersing a group of horrors with sticks. In the swamp of Baili, when four people walked to dawn, almost exhausted, they finally passed halfway through.

When a group of four people rushed to the road in the dark, they entered the hole in the chaotic swamp zone. A young man in white robe with four men was passing by the battlefield of Salin and others.

The young man in white robe is in his early twenties. His robe is somewhat like a magician, but without a belt-lined design, it is very wide and elegant. Such a robe is not suitable for adventure, and it is a bit cumbersome to fight. He was completely covered with dust, as if he had just taken a bath from the water, and then was blown dry by the wind magic.

He leaned against the wall of the cave, frowning lightly, looking impatiently at the four men gathering information on the battlefield.

The four men were all wearing armor, which had almost no gaps, as if it were carved from a single piece of metal. The edge of the armor is designed with blades, and each piece of armor is cast with golden scriptures. Only the warriors of the Holy See wear this look, and the warriors who are qualified to wear the armor of the gods have a strength of at least five.

"Adult, the men of the vulture mercenary group are dead, and there are magicians among the enemies." A samurai warrior in armor carefully reported, the young man in white robe frowned, his expression cold.

"Due to death, these **** raised, even dared to resist the orders of the Lord Envoy, and for a little profit, modified the route of advancement."

The young man in white robe opened his mouth with foul language, and his face was also tyrannical, obviously inconsistent with his identity. The four men were silent, only to be heard.

"Can you catch up with them?" The young man in white robe seemed to hate the cave very much, and he simply released the divine light, wrapped himself all around, and even his face became blurred. Without waiting for his reply, he immediately retorted himself: "No, we are going according to our original plan, and we have delayed God's emissaries. Even if we die, we can't get salvation. You several of you listened to me, this action is completed. , Find a way to destroy the vulture mercenary regiment, I am angry now when I think about it. "

"Yes, Master Picasso." Four samurai armor samurai bowed to salute.

Sarin and others did not know that they escaped. If they were overtaken by this group of people, Sarin might have no way to escape. Four fifth-level samurai, plus a sixth-level magician, such strength, unless his teacher shot, it is possible to win.

The chaotic swamp terrain is complex, and even the climate is variable. After Salin and others crossed the edge of a small swamp, they felt the weather was much warmer. In front is a plain, the land is dry, and there is no grass. Only a few plants that can be seen in the desert are tenaciously rooted in this small plain.

Except for Sarin, the other three people have already fought with each other's eyelids. Seeing this dry plain, they can't wait to camp immediately.

"Everyone bear with me, and rest after the earthen bag." Salin didn't dare to relax. His magic string was restored, and he took everyone to the earthen bag. This allowed three people to rest. He was responsible for guarding.

"Head, I'm asleep!" Sika looked at Sarin and said a little nervously.

"Sleep, I've recovered very well." Salin patted Sika's shoulder and sat down on his own, preparing to check the gains of the past few days.

Crimson and Sarah fell asleep first, and the tent had long been lost. They could only cover their capes and curl up as much as possible. Sika's leather armor is precious and has the function of adjusting the temperature. Her limbs spread out, and she went to sleep by the side of Sarin without guard.

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