Chapter 877 How Many People Should Be Released to Fight Gretel? (Tino94.94 Million Reward Plus 3 Updates)

As soon as the black-robed old man spoke, the eyes of several people around him couldn't help but change slightly. The hooded man shrank away subconsciously, realized something was wrong, and quickly moved back to his original position;

The strong man tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword;

The long-armed man touched the pouch at his waist and moved his fingers slightly, as if he wanted to draw something out...

Only the old man with the rosary wrapped around his wrist remained silent. Not only did he not make a sound, he did not even move his eyes. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, as if he was just reciting scriptures praising the Lord wholeheartedly. What did the man in black robe say?

How did the people around me react?

Sorry, didn't hear that at all.

The old man in black robe was familiar with the reaction of his teammates and did not feel dissatisfied. He rolled his eyes sinisterly—more black eyeballs than white ones—and said coldly:

"Don't you all look at the target's information? Healers, soft-hearted, concerned about the lives and health of civilians - where can such a person take action to best tie his hands and feet? Of course it is among a group of villagers!"

In an instant, the three teammates, including the spy, looked at the old man in black robes with something wrong. The old man in black robe continued to plan coldly:

"Of course, it's best to throw a few patients among the poor. It's difficult and dangerous, and it will consume his healing power. It's best to catch him while he is concentrating on treating people. It's best when his power is consumed more severely. Opportunity, take action suddenly."

"Then what?"

The strong warrior took a step forward, a little unevenly. He lowered his voice, for fear of alarming the surrounding people, but there was still a little anger boiling in his tone:

"If he misses, use civilians as cover and bet he won't hit hard to counterattack?"

"So what?" The old man in black robe rolled his eyes angrily:

"We are here to perform a mission. Shouldn't we try our best to complete the mission and then go back alive? If you want to show mercy to those untouchables, don't drag us down!"

"you--"

"Brother Wilson, pay attention to your attitude." The old man with rosary beads in his hand spoke for the first time. But instead of facing an old man in black robe, he faced a strong man:

"The target we want to judge is a sinful heretic who has repeatedly blasphemed the glory of the Lord. In order to achieve the goal, we do not rule out using some means. What's more, the heretics below are all people who refuse the glory of the Lord - "

The strong man shut up, lowered his head, and made a prayer gesture on his chest. The old man whispered:

"For the glory of the Lord of Radiance."

"For the glory of the Lord of Radiance!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Under the guidance of the spies, the five people filed down the mountain along the thorny path. Not long after leaving the top of the mountain, a small bird with colorful feathers flew up from the trees, chirped, and fluttered its wings away.

After a while, a middle-aged magician with a rosy complexion quietly appeared on the top of the empty mountain.

A colorful bird with colorful feathers landed on his shoulder, chirping indiscriminately. The magician tilted his head and listened. He could not see how he sang, changed his gestures, or set up a magic circle. There was a wave of water in front of him, and the figures of the six people before him appeared.

The voices are traced back at the same time, who said what first, who said last, what disputes occurred, how to make the final decision...

Every word, every word, no omission.

"Oh My God……"

The middle-aged magician looked on with a smile. While watching, he nodded, shook his head, and sighed:

"There's nothing wrong with that...Mage Nordmark has this temper. Hey, should we let these people pass?"

He tilted his head and pressed the bird on his shoulder. The bird's body immediately froze, and its feathers flickered, revealing a metallic color. The middle-aged magician said to the bird:

"With us watching, we can ensure safety, which is better than if he stumbles when he goes out to practice on his own..."

"It's better not to do it." The front of him suddenly dimmed and brightened, and a woman in a long skirt with a serious face suddenly appeared. She listened attentively to a few words of retrospection and shook her head:

"Little Gretel has a very soft heart. If a group of civilians are killed or injured because of him, he will die of discomfort... It is better to do something halfway and let them encounter them outside the village."

"You are his senior sister, you have the final say." The middle-aged magician spread his hands in a good-tempered manner:

"Then let's go down together and set up some obstacles for them? Or find a reason to bring out the Nordmark mage and let them encounter them outside?"

"No, I'll just go." The woman in the long skirt, the 16th-level lightning mage Philbi, a disciple of the Lord of Thunder, waved her hand carelessly:

"It's hard for you to patrol this area, so I won't cause any trouble to you. These few people are no more than level 13. I can handle them all by myself."

"Then I'll leave first!"

The middle-aged magician waved his hand, and disappeared in a flash. Senior Sister Philby stared at the bottom of the mountain for a moment, then curled her lips:

"Should we let a few of them go? - Little Gretel is weak in fighting, and although the little silver dragon next to him is strong, he is inexperienced. There are too many people let go at once, and I'm afraid they won't be able to take care of them... Hmm... …”

Her figure flickered, and in a moment, she disappeared on the top of the mountain. On the mountain road, the spy led the group of five people to walk rustlingly. As they walked, they whispered:

"The closest way is from here, but the road is a bit dangerous... There is a curve ahead, which is very narrow, and there is a cliff on one side. Please be careful..."

"Don't talk too much, let's go!" The hooded man shouted impatiently. As a stalker, this mountain road is nothing to him: he can walk freely on it at level one, and run quickly at level three.

If it weren't for the fact that spies are hard to find in the Kingdom of Kent, we wouldn't be able to let this guy chatter!

The air conditioning is getting heavier and heavier in the back. The hooded man shivered and simply stretched out his hand:

"I'll carry you! You point me in the direction!"

"Why!"

The spy ducked subconsciously. Just like that, he stepped on the air and rolled down. The hooded man was startled and threw himself down to pull it away, but his feet stumbled for no apparent reason. With such a stumble, the hand was just missing:

"ah--"

The spy screamed and rolled down. The hooded man quickly jumped up and chased down. Unexpectedly, his luck was a bit bad this time. When he found the person, the spy was lying prone in the forest. Apart from twitching, he didn't even moan.

The hooded man secretly said something bad and reached out to pick him up. It was only when he was carrying it that he saw a long hard branch thrust straight into his eye socket, sinking deeply into it. Red and white, at least half a foot can be applied.

"this……"

He helplessly carried the person and jumped a few times before turning back to the top of the mountain road. The old man holding the rosary only glanced at it and shook his head:

"Hopeless."

Saying this, move forward and never look back. The old man in black robe squatted down with great interest, spread his fingers and covered the spy's forehead. The black robe rustled for a while, and countless tiny black insects crawled out and poured into the spy's features.

The hooded man shuddered, his feet scraped against the ground, and he backed away cautiously. After taking two steps back and just about to turn around the mountain road, I heard a sentence from the front:

"You stay and lead the way for him."

"Yes, Lord Bishop."

The hooded man bowed his head respectfully. There were heavy steps ahead, and the two warriors walked forward, one behind the other, guarding the bishop. The hooded man sighed secretly, and had no choice but to stand quietly against the mountain wall where the old man in black robe could see him.

Please hurry up...

You should be faster...

After reciting it silently for an unknown number of times, my heart suddenly shook wildly, as if it had missed a beat. The hooded man was shocked. He wanted to make a sound, shout, or warn, but he felt weak and could not make any movement.

Before the last bit of consciousness disappeared, he saw the old man in black robe silently falling to the ground silently.

"Oh, Little Gretel's heart current spell is really useful."

In the silence, a gentle laughter sounded. Master Philby entered quietly, looked at the three bodies lying on the ground, and nodded with satisfaction:

"It consumes much less than similar fatal spells. What's even more rare is that it is silent and leaves no trace. Well, if I wanted to defeat these two people instantly in the past, I would have to use at least two level five spells..."

The spell Gretel is only level 2. Even if the current intensity is increased in order to penetrate the protective barrier of high-level professionals, it is only increased to level three.

It is still impossible to kill a lot of people. The effect of hitting the opponent's heart by surprise is outstanding. Well, at least for these two people whose professional levels are estimated to be only level 9 or 10, and whose bodies are not strong enough, they can be knocked down perfectly in one blow.

She stepped on the void and moved forward step by step. A piece of electric light spread out from under the feet, touching the old man in black robe and the man in the hood respectively. Then he casually stretched out his hand, and the two of them stood up and walked away in another direction.

"Okay, clean up the traces, create a false target, and eliminate their suspicions." She hummed with a smile, controlled the two bodies to turn three turns, and rolled down the mountain for a while before collecting them. Get up:

"Next, we have to see their movements and lure out Little Gretel!"

She quietly disappeared and followed him again. Only halfway through, I saw the Holy See's action team following the footsteps and touching back. The warriors were in front and the archers were behind, guarding the bishop one after another, full of vigilance.

The 16th-level great magician who had experienced hundreds of battles pursed his lips and smiled. He put up a layer of barrier to cover up the spell fluctuations, and a teleportation spell dodges people from a distance. Arriving outside the small village where Grete worked, he changed his appearance and took out a piece of letterhead:

"An urgent message from the Council, please give it to Master Nordmark! I have to go to the next stop!"

She slapped the guard's hand and urged the magic horse - in order to act realistically, she didn't even summon the phantom pony, but only summoned a magic horse that could be summoned by a single spell - and galloped away.

After going around two bends, he cast the spell, became invisible again, and found a big rock to sit down comfortably. With the wind blowing, put out a pot of tea and two snacks, and start enjoying afternoon tea to your heart's content:

"Well, whether it's an encounter or an ambush, this is the only way to go. Little Gretel, you must work harder!"

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