Chapter 704 The Assassin Was Caught! Is There Anyone at Home?

The two guards wrinkled their noses, one raised his head, the other raised his feet, picked up the green chrysalis, and walked in the direction indicated by Gretel. In the green chrysalis, Tupac Demir tried his best to control his aura, making himself similar to a civilian in the perception of a strong person...

Do you want to take action?

Otherwise, let's do it inside the house. That silver deer resembles the Silver Moon Deer in the World of Warcraft Atlas. This kind of monster is extremely powerful, good at running long distances, and has its own healing capabilities. However, it is too tall and will definitely not be able to enter the house.

Elf rangers, generally speaking, have excellent archery skills and can fight in close quarters. As long as they are not two levels higher than him, he is confident of escaping. As for the mage, with his magic-breaking blade, it's just a matter of one blow.

Tupac tried to slow his breathing and steady his heartbeat. Very well, the mage's attention was not on him. He was walking around behind the elf ranger, reaching out to poke her from behind. The two of them laughed together...

Damn it, why does that little mage who looks ordinary and averagely handsome at best get the favor of an elf beauty?

Grete and Miss Silver Dragon stood side by side, watching the two guards carrying the patient past his eyes. Across from him, Apa scratched his hooves boredly, lowered his head and snorted.

Grete suddenly felt something in her heart and threw a [Detection Magic] towards the opposite side——

! ! !

His whole body shivered. The man who was tied up into a grass chrysalis could not be seen clearly in the meditation field of vision!

Apa is an eighth-level monster, and the magical aura aroused in him should be able to penetrate professionals below level three. But the one in front of me looked completely dark——

If the grass chrysalis itself has magical power and can arouse a faint spiritual light, then at least the skull and neck bones should be visible in the head and neck part that is not bound by the long grass. But now, I can’t see it at all!

Without thinking, Gretel shrank behind Cerira and poked her vest. At the same time, he threw [Messaging Technique] and whispered using magic that only two people could hear:

"Serila, listen to what I say. Smile, don't be surprised, don't do anything - there is something wrong with the tied man! He is a professional, at least level three or above!"

Serila was stunned. She turned her body in the direction in which the man was carried, and at the same time threw the communication technique in coordination:

"Shall I kill him? Or subdue him?"

"Wait a minute——"

Gretel grabbed her.

Cerela is very strong. One person can defeat a group of people, including several high-level priests and high-level knights of the Glorious Holy See who are above level ten, and can completely wipe out the opponents. The price he pays is just a dagger stuck in his little toe;

However, from Gretel's perspective, he didn't want Cerela to suffer even this minor injury.

What if the opponent is a high-level warrior above level ten?

What about level 15 and above?

It’s better to be safer if you can!

"You throw a shelter hut - or a similar spell, over my hut." He replied in a low voice:

"Don't make the entrance, trap the guy. I'm going to find Elder Knox."

A level 16 high-level priest, paired with a silver dragon for close combat, should be able to defeat any enemy, right?

Tupac DeMille lies quietly on an examination bed constructed of force fields in the asylum cabin. Hearing the sound of hurried footsteps, the two guards pushed him down and turned around to leave. The target did not come in immediately. From a distance, I only heard a shout from outside:

"I'm going to the bathroom first!"

Then the surroundings became quiet. It's really quiet, the kind of quiet where you can't hear anything, including the footsteps, the wind, and the noise of the refugees around you. Tupac DeMille lay on the examination bed, counting his heartbeats, one, two, three, four, five...

Then, there were brisk footsteps, approaching straight away. Tupac didn't even need to identify it carefully to recognize that it was the elf ranger. His feet jumped up and down as if they were loaded with springs. As he walked, he was still humming:

"Spring is here~~~La la la la~~~~"

“Summer is coming~~~la la la la~~~~”

"The cows are back~~~La la la la~~~"

"Serila is full~~~la la la la~~~"

...As for elves, shouldn't they be picking fruits, collecting honey, and making wine with dew and berries? What does the herd have to do with being full, can you swallow a whole herd? !

While he was thinking this, a wave of magic suddenly rose up and swept towards him. Tupac was stunned for a moment:

Aimed at me? !

Am I exposed? !

Is this magic attack, control, or something else?

He turned over and rolled off the treatment bed without opening his eyes. It had only rolled half a circle when a strong force suddenly pressed down. Before Tupac could react, his wrist had been grabbed, he was swung around and pressed to the ground——

"Cerella!"

A low cry came from behind. Nervous, anxious, worried. It's the target's voice... What are you worried about? ! Why are you worried about her?

The one who needs to be worried is obviously me!

Before the thought was finished, countless vines sprouted out of thin air on the ground. Tie his wrists, ankles, elbows, and knees, facing each other, tightly...

The vines not only tied people up, but also sprouted thin branches, which penetrated into his clothes one by one. The first circle tightens tightly, and the second circle expands outward. With a stabbing sound, the rags snatched from the refugees were torn open on the spot.

"Ouch! Gretel, look, he's carrying a dagger!"

"Don't touch! Cerela, don't touch!"

Grete stopped with force. He branched out a vine, wrapped it around the dagger and brought it to his eyes, then bent another vine over and rubbed the green leaves on the dagger.

In an instant, the leaves turned yellow and withered, and even the petioles and the vines below became yellow and brittle. If Gretel hadn't cut it off, the vines wrapped around the dagger would have been destroyed.

Obviously, the dagger is poisonous, and extremely poisonous. If this were rubbed on Serila's body...

Grete shuddered and didn't dare to think about it anymore. Elder Knox looked at him with a smile:

"What, do you want me to help you ask, who is this guy?"

The little guy is quite cautious! Well, even if a tiger catches a rabbit, you have to use all your strength. But don't think that the elf ranger next to you is strong enough, so you can't take it lightly and don't find yourself to come over to suppress the battle.

The power that can be used must be used to the extreme to ensure 100% certainty!

"No need." Grete wiped his sweat. He stood on tiptoe and walked carefully behind Cerela, directing the vines to continue working. Grows thin thorns, pierces the target's skin, and then secretes a liquid with anesthetic effects——

Surface infiltration anesthesia!

Nerve block anesthesia!

Subarachnoid anesthesia is not to suppress pain, but to suppress all the sensations in his lower limbs!

It was so numb that he couldn't move! Then throw a hypnotic spell on him to make him fall asleep, and then tie him up hard! Tighten every joint!

Finally, he took out the alchemy bird given by His Excellency [Jade Crown] and dictated the message to Archmage Seymour of the Royal Mage Group:

"An assassin has been caught! It seems...it should be a professional level five or above. Help me ask the council, is there anyone?"

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