Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Forty-Five

When Yang Qiu swaggered to appear in densely populated towns, especially in towns with a high concentration of decent people, it was actually relatively safe.

The so-called shadow of the famous tree of man, no one is willing to fight in a place like a city with a high-level black magician who has been chased by the famous lunatics of the Lieyang Church for many years; unless this guy is not a local , It’s not his house that smashed, he doesn’t feel bad...

After all, among all the spellcasters, the black mage is the best at covering attack magic-alchemists don’t want money to throw out the alchemy bomb ~ bombs and the black mage’s forbidden magic that often destroys the entire block It's incomparable.

Of course, this "safety" must refer to the situation where the lunatics of the Lieyang Church have not followed up.

Those guys don't care about war damage and innocence; as long as they can carry through their self-righteous "justice", these **** are very willing to generously take a city to Yang Qiu's funeral.

In short...When Yang Qiuren was still in Camor Town, the decent people in the whole town would never say a little bit of disrespect to Yang Qiu; when Yang Qiu was far enough away from Camor, these decent people His anger came out mercilessly.

"In such a hasty time, I was able to invite the Saint Clergy Corps... Viscount Lynn is more valuable than I thought."

About ten kilometers west of the desolate wasteland, Yang Qiu, standing on a low hill, calmly watched the cavalry who were approaching.

The Saint Clergy Corps of the Church of the Goddess of Prosperity, an apostolic regiment composed of ascetics, paladins, and paladins, is also the first legion of the Shika Principality.

Of course, Viscount Linn’s not that big face, please move the entire army to catch up with Yang Qiu, and force Yang Qiu to hide the weavers into the valley behind the hills. It is only a cavalry of about two hundred men. team.

In the cavalry, there are white-robed ascetics with chains, paladins with horses and knives, and heavy paladins in full armor.

The chaotic queue of chasers stopped not far from the hills, forming a group silently and orderly.

The well-trained and skilled equestrian priests have completed the formation, and the two leaders have also been highlighted; one of them is a "young" knight who was forced back by Yang Qiuzui's guns, and the other is dressed in a ragged black robe. The barefooted ascetic monk in black robes with stirrups.

Joyce Andre just glanced at the black magician on the hill and felt his eyes tingling. Two days ago, the humiliation of being inferior to humans came to his heart...

"It's him, Lowell monitors." Andre turned his head in embarrassment, maintaining a fairly calm tone to the black-robed ascetic monk.

The black-robed ascetic monk raised his head and stared at the black mage on the hill.

Yang Qiu was also looking at this black-robed ascetic monk.

In churches, the supervisory position is often held by ascetics.

These ascetics are like the gendarmerie in the imperial army. In addition to supervising the behavior of the church clergy, they are also responsible for maintaining the discipline of the guardian legion; when a battle occurs, the ascetic is also an indispensable combat force.

"You look...a bit familiar." Yang Qiu said first, "Um-black robe monitor Alfred Rowell?"

"Black Mage, Yang." The black-robed ascetic monk uttered hard, and as soon as he came up, he made it clear that there was no hard-line attitude to recount, "I don't care about what you did on the territory of the Shigar Principality. Return the Camorites you took away, and you can go."

"No offense." Yang Qiu smiled nonchalantly, "Brother Rowell, if I frankly return the Camorians I took to you as you wish, how will you arrange for them?"

"That's none of your outsider's business." The black-robed ascetic monk said decisively.

"It is true that I am not a believer in the Goddess of Prosperity, nor a citizen of the Shigar Principality. I am indeed not qualified to take charge of the Shigar Principality." Yang Qiu raised an eyebrow. "But... monk, this is not Camor or Shigar Principality. The land under your feet belongs to Tarantan. On the ground of the Principality of Non-Skah, do you also strongly believe that the people I took still belong to the Principality of Sgah?"

"You...!" Paladin Andre was furious at the irrational words, and the black-robed ascetic monk raised his hand in time to stop him.

Unlike Andre, a "young man" who is over a hundred years old, Rowell, a black-robed ascetic monk who is not much younger than Yang Qiu, knows this black mage very well...

This black magician who has acted almost madly is not well-known today, but in the period from sixty years ago to two hundred years ago, this guy can be regarded as one of the influential figures in the continent of Barron, and the incredible creations he made are horrifying. The rumors of and his own wanton madness, the whole continent is like thunder.

In short... If you change to Rowell, you will definitely not fight with this world-famous black magician for his sophistry and strange behavior logic that is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"Then it would be rude." The ascetic monk nodded slightly to apologize, and raised his hand to make a gesture forward.

The cavalry standing quietly behind him quickly dispersed to both sides, surrounding the hills where Yang Qiu was standing.

"Why should you be so impatient."

Yang Qiu lifted his foot and lightly stepped on the ground.

The huge magical array, twice the size of the hill he was standing on, suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The huge magic circle that slowly rotates envelops the entire hill and even all the guardians.

With the huge magical array that obscures the sky and the sun, the air that usually doesn't exist seems to become thick and sticky stagnant water, which is heavily pressed on all the guardians and their mounts; the heavy knight rides His horses were overwhelmed, neighing and staggering.

"not good!"

The black-robed ascetic monk's complexion changed abruptly, and he jumped off his horse, and a scepter shaped like a dead wood appeared out of thin air in his hand. Holding his hands together, he inserted one end of the scepter into the earth: "As the goddess blessed, the earth will be full of life!"

The strange ripples visible to the naked eye, like ripples, rippled extremely fast from the center of the scepter, and the weight of the air, which was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe, dropped suddenly, and the heavy knights who almost fell off their horses suddenly relaxed. Sighed.

"Go back! Get out of this hill!" Andre yelled.

"No, no! Team Officer Andre, we can't go!" someone responded profusely.

It was discovered that the hills had been set up with a large array in advance. The guardians who had experienced many battles of course knew that they should stay away; but...when they tried to turn the horse's head, they found that both the mount under the buttocks and themselves were all killed. Stay on the spot, only the upper body can move!

Andre and the black-robed ascetic monk both froze. Suddenly, they both thought of something, and at the same time they looked down at the ground.

Between the weeds and the gravel, sure enough... there were some extremely inconspicuous and very small amounts of magic powder.

Black Mage Yang, the trap he laid was not only the huge magic circle that enveloped everyone in the sky above the hill!

Blue veins appeared on the forehead of the black-robed ascetic monk, and he looked angrily at the black mage on the hill, who was obviously old and shamelessly used private tricks, loosened the scepter stuck on the ground, and made gestures with both hands. Complicated gestures, deep voice shouted: "As the goddess blessed, all predicaments will be -"

"So I hate ascetic monks, it's really annoying to be able to beat and milk." Yang Qiu shook his head and sighed, raising his feet again and stepping on them gently.

Within the scope of the magic circle, everyone felt the weird, bottom-up suction.

The black-robed ascetic monk raised his head in astonishment, and found that at the center of the huge magic array above his head, the eyes formed by runes were slowly opening.

"Stop! Are you crazy!"

The black-robed ascetic monk was frightened and angry.

"I don't want to, isn't this what you forced." Yang Qiu raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pressed down: "Forbidden Magic·Hell's Breath."

"Everyone! Closed perception!" Andre yelled in anger.

In the moment, Scarlet landed.

A thick, bloody, scarlet mist sprayed from the eyes of the array.

This **** mist spread rapidly, filling the area covered by the magical array in just a few seconds.

The black-robed ascetic monk immediately stopped casting the spell, but it was still a little late...The scarlet mist that had spread so lightly invaded his spirit with the help of his self-opening divine perception, and his face flushed instantly, even in his pupils. A red light flashed.

"Unreasonable, you lunatic--" The black robe ascetic monk looked at Yang Qiu again angrily.

His anger instantly turned into consternation.

"You—impossible! Why are you not crazy?!"

The black magician on the hill had clear eyes and a calm expression, and smiled after being questioned: "Why am I going crazy?"

"Didn't you also open up your perception?!" The black-robed ascetic monk said in horror.

"Yes, I still have to keep this thing running, or you will run out." Yang Qiu smiled and lifted his finger to the top of his head.

The black-robed ascetic glared at this guy in disbelief, and...for the first time he had doubts about his cognition, and turned his inquiring gaze to Andre.

"I...I don't know." Andrei's confusion, confusion, and horror were no less than the black-robed ascetic monk.

"Calm down, friends." Yang Qiu carried his hands on his back, and walked down the low hills casually and naturally like a walk in his own garden. "Fr. Lowell, others don't mention it. , At least for you, I have respect. Since it is dangerous to open perception in this hell-filled array space, then we might as well abandon the savage struggle first, let us calm down and talk about it. Let’s talk, watch a battle that might be very strange...how about it?"

The patriarchs who were unable to move due to stepping on the magic powder, in the case of not being able to open up their inspiration to perceive the divinity, there is really nothing to protest against these words, they can only stare at Yang Qiu one by one...

Rowell, the black-robed ascetic monk, took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice, "What are you trying to do, Yang."

Yang Qiu, who walked down the hill, took out two wooden chairs from the space ring, pushed them to Rowell, sat down by himself, and took out a paper cup of milk tea with a straw...

"It means it literally, Brother Rowell." Yang Qiu took a sip of the milk tea and raised his feet calmly. "The priests are very busy. I don't believe you can send back a group of old, weak, sick, and disabled. Camer, those who move you will naturally not believe it."

"Let me think about it on my knees. Those who pay for the military expenses and ask you to send out for the honor of Camor, the Principality of Shigar and the Goddess of Prosperity, should pat their chests and promise you to kill me or drive me away. The person they arranged will take care of the follow-up...right?"

Black-robed ascetic monk: "..."

He turned to look at Andre again.

The Camorian team officer Andre did not show a suspicious look of shock or being dismantled, but just as confused as him.

"Sit down, Rowell, you and I are not young anymore. There is no need to stand up like young people." Yang Qiu took another sip of milk tea, his tone still calm, "Although we never had a chance to have a good chat, I think If you have heard about me, you should be able to understand... I don’t like all sects too much. It doesn’t mean that I despise all religious personnel. At least I have respect for the ascetics of various churches. of."

Rowell was silent for a while, pulled the chair and sat down.

Next, there is a long wait...

An hour later, a group of ragged and panic-looking civilians appeared behind the hills.

This is the Camor Weaver who was hidden by Yang Qiu in the valley behind the hill. After waiting for a long time without seeing the Black Mage return, several people came out to see the situation.

The space isolated by the magic array is difficult for the caster to see through. These panicked civilians can't see Yang Qiu and the guardian cavalry team trapped in the formation at all. They looked around and found nothing, all nervous. Met each other to whisper.

The wilderness is a dangerous endorsement for ordinary people. Even the beasts at the bottom of the wilderness food chain can cause harm to these vulnerable people, so they finally did not dare to walk around and hurried back into the valley.

Another hour later, billowing smoke appeared on the west side.

The chaotic sound of horseshoes was getting closer, and the private soldiers in the form of a chaotic formation just like street gangsters, under the banner of aristocratic family, appeared in the eyes of Yang Qiu & the guardians.

Unlike the cavalry of the Saint Clergy Corps, which still maintains a certain formation during a long-distance raid and can quickly form a team after finding the target, the dictionary of these noble private soldiers does not have the word "discipline" anyway; the person in front found the guardian The horseshoe prints we left were interrupted, and the horses clamored and searched for a long time, but the last person still hadn't caught up.

In the presence of Yang Qiu and the guardians...These private soldiers who belonged to several noble houses were arguing about the whereabouts of the Saint Priest Cavalry and the Black Mage Yang.

After a while, a scout spotted the footprints of civilians. After searching a little bit, he found a valley behind the hill.

The scout ran back in surprise and greeted the others: "Here! Those guys are hiding in the valley behind here!"

"real?"

"Great, I found it!"

The private soldiers who belonged to different nobles said this, while drawing out their weapons one after another.

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......Today I had to code 6000, but the power was cut off for a day because of the flood...囧

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