overlord the summoner of miracles

"Oh, it's back. At

the gate of the city, a woman covered in a cloak looked at the carriage that entered the city in the middle of the night, and her eyes focused on the blonde boy in front of the carriage, showing an exaggerated smile.

The boy seemed to sense something, turned to look, but saw nothing.

"What's wrong Enfirea?"

"No, it's nothing, it should be an illusion. After receiving strength from Mr. Claude, it seems that he is still a little unaccustomed. "

In the Great Forest of Tob, Enfirea also made a deal.

It should be said that everyone present at that time made a deal. But only one person came out of the door.

A man dressed in green, with waist-length hair, very white skin, and no expression on his face.

"I'm the Ilfan Beater. I received a long-term commission from Mr. Claude and came here to make an appointment. Most

of the people couldn't hide the disappointment on their faces, except for a few female adventurers who controlled their faces.

Thinking of this, Enfirea couldn't help but feel ashamed, even if he had always admitted that he was good-looking, he was ashamed of himself under that face.

And what matches the delicate face is the terrifying strength.

That person just let out the momentum of his body, which makes people have no desire to fight at all.

In the end, it was Mr. Claude's command that he waved his hand and shot something invisible like a marble into everyone.

Before leaving the forest, Mr. Claude left a meaningful message.

"This is the seed of strength, and if you want them to take root and sprout, you need to water it with the right water. "

What the hell is the right water...... "

Emferia muttered to herself with her head down, and gradually approached her own alchemy.

The team of the Dark Sword originally planned to clean up the goblins around the city with Feifei, who had no task, but due to Claude's involvement, that opportunity was lost.

Fortunately, Feifei is not unkind, and he took the initiative to invite the Dark Sword to participate in Enfirea's commission. So now after returning to the city, the other adventurers have returned to the guild or the inn, and they are also working with Enfirea to help unload the medicinal herbs.

"It's really troublesome for everyone, you are welcome to buy potions at my house in the future, and I will give you a discount. "

Hahaha, we all know the name of the Barea Potion Workshop, and since Enfirea said so, then we're welcome. The

laughter was abruptly interrupted by a woman.

"Oh, people have been waiting for you for a long time, and you know that you are chatting outside, leaving me alone inside, and it's very lonely. The

yellow-haired woman came out of the apothecary, and the people of the Black Sword didn't know her and thought she was a friend of Emferea.

No, this person is saying something that sounds like more than just a friend.

It's just that Enfirea's expression doesn't look like he knows her.

"I don't seem to know

you, and it's time for us to close, how did you get in?" said Peter Mock, and walked up to Emferella with a serious face, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.

"I can feel that you are not an ordinary person, please don't do some irrational behavior, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!" The

rest of the Black Sword also surrounded him, and the matter had come to this point, and no one thought that the other party was a lover or something.

"Clementine, don't waste time. "

A man in a dark red robe walked out of the back room, holding a staff in his hand, presumably a spellcaster.

"Oh, little Kaji, don't worry....... Look here!"

Clementine got up suddenly, as fast as lightning, and Petemok thought that he had drawn his sword as soon as possible, but the long sword was only halfway out of its sheath, and there was already a cold touch in his throat.

"Captain

!" "Peter!" Petermock's

eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the cone that pierced his throat.

After getting the power seed given by Yir Fan in the forest, on the way back, he felt a kind of power entanglement in his body, which made his strength improve a lot.

But even so, the speed of the woman in front of him is still not comparable to him.

The fallen Peter was just the beginning, Clementine didn't even use martial arts, just squatted, dodged a sword swung by Luclot, and then straightened his waist, his legs exerted, and threw himself into Luclot's arms like a rabbit jumping forward.

Despite the fact that the smile is always distorted, Clementine has a good look. However, even so, Lucrot, who has always liked beautiful women, has no such thoughts at all.

The

last leg of his life, his mind was completely filled with these two words.

With Mithril as the core, the orichal-plated short cone struck from below like a poisonous snake in the dark night, piercing his jaw and curling his tongue to shatter his brain.

The second person died.

At this point, the avant-garde of the Dark Sword has been completely destroyed.

"Strong acid javelin!"

Khajiit chanted as the javelin made of strong acid suddenly shot out, striking Dain, who was only concerned with alerting Clementine.

"Ah!!h

"Magic arrow!" Nia

, the only remaining mage of the Dark Sword, returned fire, and three arrows of light that would automatically pursue were fired, two towards Clementine and one at Khajitt.

Taking this opportunity, he immediately picked up Enfilella and fled.

But as soon as I went out, I found that more than a dozen guys with an unusually awkward standing posture had surrounded the place.

The crooked faces and lifeless eyes revealed who they were, the undead.

"It's not that easy to go. "

Khajiit walked out intact, as one of the twelve disciples of the secret society 'Zhiranong', he has a prop on him that can automatically defend against low-level magic, but it can only be activated once a day.

"Kill that magician and bring me the boy back. "

The undead are moving, these guys should have been mercenary adventurers in their costumes before they were alive, but now they are undead monsters, and they are much more difficult to deal with than those ordinary skeleton zombies.

Nia panicked, and because he was too close to do so, he had no chance to cast his magic, so he could only swing his staff wildly.

"Whoa, whoa!"

a burly zombie slashed the staff with a sword, screaming and knocking Nia away.

Enfirea finally seized the opportunity and tried to use magic to help, but caught a glimpse of a yellow figure rushing into front of him.

Then, there is no then.

"So much time has been wasted, let's get it done. Commanding

the undead to carry the fainting Emferea, Khajit turned to leave, but Clementine smirked and licked the corners of his mouth.

"Anyway, it's enough for you to have the ceremony, and I'm going to have some fun.

She turned and walked over to where Nia had fallen, slung the cone back to her waist, and removed a meteor hammer.

Clementine is the quintessential Speed Assassin, adept at using the Spike-enhanced Short Cone, and the Meteor Hammer is not her style.

And the reason why she has this thing on her body is because of her hobby.

"Oh, that's cute. I'm going to go.

Clementine smiled and raised the meteor hammer, but she didn't know that at this time, a layer appeared on Nia that she couldn't see.