Chapter 1181 Hunting

After two days and two nights of tracking, the inquisitor understood one thing. He had been tricked by a young boy. The necromancer had never been to the west of Duncanwald Forest.

The sharp sword, which was sharp enough to pierce the troll's skin, was in front of Senior's throat. Victor only had to think that the attendants who dared to protect the villagers would die here.

Senior smiled awkwardly. Although he was a knight errant, it was best to be honest when facing the inquisitor of the Knights of the Silver Hammer. Problems that could be solved with words would never be solved with physical means.

It's not that he can't be beaten, it's that there's no chance of him being beaten.

The thumb and index finger protected by the leather glove carefully held the sharp sword in front of his throat: "Sir Victor, do you have some misunderstandings about me? For the slightly different ideas between you and me, maybe a more suitable one can be used. means to solve it.”

"You are shielding those villagers and taking advantage of my urgent mood to point you in the wrong direction." Victor's single eye became more murderous. The contact between the two was purely coincidental. The knight errant, a businessman who deceived and abducted people in the city, was on trial. The official offered a high price and recommended himself when looking for a guide.

With Senior as his guide, Victor could only be described as a small businessman who made money by selling sketches of ladies to common people.

Senior, who originally looked a little frightened, suddenly straightened his back and said seriously: "You can't blame me for pointing the wrong way because you didn't find any trace of the necromancer. There is no necessary connection between the two. From a logical perspective From a judgment point of view, the absence of discovery does not mean that it does not exist. I believe that with your knowledge as a judge, you will be able to understand this. As long as you continue to pursue it, I believe that the necromancer will definitely appear. "

"The logical judgment is as nonsensical as a goblin's brain." Just when he was about to teach the attendant who wasted time out of compassion, Victor's keen hearing seemed to detect something strange, and his ears twitched imperceptibly.

Senior, who originally thought that Victor could not kill him, saw the inquisitor carefully listening to the movements around him. His curiosity aroused and he asked curiously: "Is there any movement? I can't wait to kill this necromancer." Kicked in the head."

Victor, who smelled the heresy in the shadows, had a smile on his serious face. Since he officially entered the Inquisition, he has been searching day and night for traces of the necromancer who destroyed the monastery. Now he can finally fulfill his long-cherished wish.

The judge took back the light sword and stopped accusing the attendant of whether he had any evidence of guilt. He took off a leather bag from his waist. The heavy visual impact of the shaking and the clear echo of the metal friction and impact made Senior's eyes dazzle. .

Throwing a bag of gold coins to Senior, the most widely circulated gold coin in the market, Victor finally gave the temporary attendant a few words: "Go, go as far as possible. There is no need to explain my situation to the church, which poses a huge threat to the world." The evil heresy will disappear from people’s memory forever.”

Senior nodded as if he understood. After receiving a bag full of Eller gold coins, he paid attention to the inquisitor who turned towards the prey.

Although these guys will implicate a large number of innocent people in their work, there is no doubt that they are still good people and dare to set an example of sacrifice.

Well, at least from the perspective of the church's main headquarters, which is difficult to be invaded by evil, these inquisitors who spend their lives hunting evil things can make the noble grandfathers whose safety is guaranteed be willing to pay more tributes.

Senior opened his legs and ran towards the distance, but as he ran, he kept turning his head to look back at the direction Victor was heading. He had been coveting the Inquisitor's light sword with many powerful runes engraved on it for a long time.

Instead of letting an unknown boy pick it up, it would be better to let the Inquisitor's loyal attendants use it to eradicate evil, so that Victor's teachings over the past month would not be betrayed.

Hiding in a certain tree hole, Senior calculated the time silently. He had to enter the scene at the right time. For example, Victor was only one step away from killing the necromancer. He stepped forward to cheer and provide all support except help. …

Or wait until tomorrow, when Victor's body has been used by the necromancer for a ballroom dance performance...

But the inquisitor's reminder was obviously a sincere message. After Senior spent an hour huddled in a tree hole, a sudden and intense black whirlwind passed in front of him.

Senior watched helplessly as the flowers and plants swept by the black wind withered in an instant. They lay on the ground like a moss garment with a radius of several hundred meters. There was a faint creaking sound of broken branches among the hidden trees. He watched quickly. It's about to collapse.

But the aftereffects of the black whirlwind had not yet ended. A sickle turned into a shadow instantly cut across the surface. Senior could vaguely hear the cries of ghosts in the shadows a few meters away, lifting up several meters of soil.

Keep hiding, or run?

When it comes to life safety, Senior doesn't dare to be careless. The most powerful mage he has encountered in recent years is Miss Du Li, whom he met by chance in the city. It is just a fireball technique that releases the power of black powder, and he still has magic reserves every day. quantity limit.

She thought that the girl's statement that the mage alone was the enemy was just self-praising words to highlight her status as a top student in the magic academy.

After all, if the strength of a single entity can be compared to that of an army, why would the empire set up an army? Selecting a few seedlings from millions of people to train them would not cost a hundred times less than supporting tens of thousands of professional soldiers and mercenaries?

The instant complaint made Senior think that he could not sit still and wait for death. He relied on luck to barely escape the scope of the black whirlwind and the shadow of death, but what about next time? Who knows if that bastard Victor can defeat the Necromancer, I have to run.

It’s okay not to let go of that light sword, but leave it to someone who is destined to inherit the mantle of inquisitor. I, Senior Roy, am not lucky enough to enjoy it.

As soon as he poked his head out, an embarrassing scene happened. Victor was staying not far away, holding up a light sword to fight with the blue souls scattered in the air. The struggling look undoubtedly meant that he couldn't hold on for too long.

A burst of laughter, like the collision of upper and lower jaw bones, caught Senior's attention and subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

This sight almost scared me away. My Lord Inquisitor, this is not a necromancer being chased by the church. The large group of bats floating in the sky is clearly a vampire!

The vampire's smile creaked like a wild beast hunting in the forest.

The squeaking laughter stopped. The vampire who was watching the inquisitor fight with the soul of the innocent stared at Senior with his bloodshot eyes as his upper body poked out of the tree hole, and said jokingly:

"Victor, is this your new attendant? It seems that you have indeed changed somewhat from before. You know how to let the weak take the initiative to hide when facing me instead of becoming my toy.

The twin-tailed comet has arrived, a harbinger of the end, and your Sigma is powerless. "(End of chapter)