Chapter 603 Finale (II): The moon is dim and the night is dark
“I’m just about to go back to the guild, do you want to come with me?”
Luna made an invitation casually.
【Alchemists Guild? I know this! 】
Mo Tan was overjoyed and immediately said that he had just finished strolling and was about to go back.
"I know."
The corners of Luna's mouth seemed to be slightly twitching, but the next moment she turned around and walked towards the exit of the inner city, without any intention of waiting for Mo Tan.
The latter naturally followed up quickly and was careful not to exceed the opponent's pace.
"How are you doing?"
Luna, who was walking in front, didn't seem to completely ignore Mo Tan and asked casually.
"It's okay. I will go to Sumir with the joint support force to deal with the cultists in two days."
Mo Tan smiled and replied casually: "It's just soy sauce."
"Soy sauce?"
"Just paddling?"
"Going to Sumir for paddling?"
"Uh... the meaning of paddling is to just follow along and not work hard."
"Oh, good, it's rare that you haven't vomited blood recently."
Luna nodded slightly, Without looking back, he said: "It's good to paddle."
Mo Tan laughed twice and did not continue the words.
“Wangyu will go with you?”
Luna asked again. She sometimes refers to Her Royal Highness the Saint Yuchen, but because the two of them are relatively familiar with each other, she just calls her Wangyu when she forgets about it.
“She won’t go.”
Mo Tan shook his head and glanced at Zhan... Well, he thought it was in the direction of the Battle Nunnery: "His Majesty the Pope asked her to stay in the light. Capital, I think this is a good idea."
Luna looked back at him: "Really?"
So Mo Tan said what he had just analyzed to Yu Chen. Read it again.
"Well, that's it."
Luna continued to walk steadily in front of Mo Tan. She didn't know if she heard it, but she just said softly after the latter finished speaking: "What about you, you Is there any problem?”
“What problem can I have?”
“It would be troublesome to have no one to take care of me like vomiting blood or fainting, right?”
“… …”
"So, is it okay?"
"No problem, I have friends there."
Mo Tan sighed and answered ambiguously.
“What friend?”
“Fellow, he is a good person.”
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Holy Mountain Sumir, lower area, snow falling slope
"A sneeze!!"
Huo Yanyang sneezed violently, and then continued on. He beat the war drum on his waist vigorously, smacking his lips and saying stupidly: " Which girl is thinking about me?"
The Fengyu Shaman in front crossed his hands and shot out a string of dazzling lightning chains. He turned around and said loudly: "Yanyang, don't be stunned, join everyone. Press on, those blasphemers can’t stand it any more!”
"Fuck you!"
Huo Yanyang took a closer look. Sure enough, the group of muttering cultists not far away were under the influence of the elemental power summoned by dozens of shamans. They retreated steadily. Although there were not many casualties due to their strange power, they could not escape unscathed. Two cultists who seemed to have slower reaction speeds had been shocked by the three-round Wind Fury Hammer. Vomiting blood, and seeing that he was about to die, he immediately rushed forward, beating the bloodthirsty war drum with his hands, and shouting the group amplification war song in his mouth, which made the warriors in front tremble, and the shamans Under the cover of the enemy, he severely smashed those cultists back.
"Ice~frozen all sword blades and damage, and the whirlwind roared across the messy battlefield~"
After re-blessing the status of the warriors, Huo Yanyang usefully searched for it on the Internet. The song howled out a piece of [Storm War Hymn]. Although the power was not strong, the storm that was summoned out of thin air still blew a few cultists to stagger and retreat in the cold wind.
The same war song, if sung by a Wind Whisper Shaman of the same level, can at least summon a small-scale snowstorm. However, Huo Yanyang’s main job is only a war sacrifice after all. Although the Wind Whisper Shaman There is also a dozen levels, but in terms of power, it cannot be complimented.
But it doesn't matter, because he is not the main force of this defense line. The moment the [Storm War Song] roared out, the Earth Prophet in the center of the team had already raised the sacrificial hammer and waved it down silently.
A giant rock python nearly ten meters long burst out of the ground with a roar. It swallowed up even the Whispering Cultists who couldn't dodge, and then with a sudden sweep of its tail, seven or eight more enemies were knocked off the cliff. , finally rushed into the enemy formation after a silent roar, and exploded with a bang!
“Escape!”
The leader of the Whispering Sect made a prompt decision. After muttering something in a low voice, he actually bounced away a large number of boulders filled with violent power to protect himself. Most of the people around him then decisively ordered a retreat.
On the other side, the Earth Prophet who wasted a lot of money also signaled everyone not to pursue too hard. After killing a few miscellaneous fish that couldn't escape, he regrouped and retreated to the slope.
Then came the transportation, treatment, and burial of the wounded and dead. Everything was carried out in an orderly manner.
This has been Huo Yanyang's daily life in Sumir these days, but he still has difficulty adapting...
"Damn, these bastards!"
Huo Yan Yang reached out and closed the eyes of an orc warrior with whom he had chatted a few hours ago, and cursed angrily.
“Don’t be carried away by anger, Yan Yang.”
The highly respected Earth Prophet gently patted the apprentice who was the crush of his friend's cousin's second sister, and said with relief: "The United Holy Church is already organizing manpower, and support will be here soon."
"Well, I know..."
Huo Yanyang, who had received the news from Mo Tan a long time ago, nodded slightly, and after the Earth Prophet left, he turned his head and glanced towards the south where the sanctuary is located. He spat: "The Holy Religion Alliance, bah, if Mo Tan and Yu Chen weren't here, I would have had to curse a few unpleasant words to satisfy myself."
At the same time, Sumir, the Holy Mountain, was gibbering. City, in silence
“The other party’s morale is very high during this period...”
In front of the long table, a man shrouded in a black cloak sighed softly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It is said that the people of the Holy Religion Union have recalled 30% of the combat force over Guillotine Cliff. The situation is not good."< br>
“With all due respect, Archbishop Eden.”
Another voice came from the bottom of the long table, with an extremely solemn tone: “It’s time for us to concentrate all the strength of the Northeast Diocese. , I have not been able to complete the task for such a long time. Even if this is the home of the Holy Religion Union, my Lord may still bring down his wrath, so..."
"I am already doing it, but let all believers It takes time to gather here."
The man known as Archbishop Eden interrupted the other party coldly, then cast his gaze to the other side of the long table, and hesitated for a while before asking: "Ha. Li, how is the situation in other dioceses..."
"The northwest diocese is just like before, still a mess; the southeast diocese has been hit to a certain extent some time ago. The Marshall family, which our Lord had high hopes for, has been destroyed. The emeritus bishop Buffy Marshall is missing and is suspected to be dead."
Harry said briefly. Archbishop Eden nodded silently, and after a while he asked reluctantly: "So, what about the Southwest Diocese?"
"Ambitious and ready to go. ,"
At this point, the cultist named Harry paused for a moment, and then continued after a while: "They seem to value the new believer very much."
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"Is it the young man who is said to have been favored by our Lord just after being baptized?"
"Yes."
"Humph..."
Archbishop Eden snorted coldly. He said insincerely: "This is so happy."
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Dreamland Theocracy, Underground Church
“Oh, this is really happy~”
The human man with long black hair smiled playfully. He stood on a giant In front of the map hanging on the wall, he is wearing a silver trench coat with the emblem of the Dreamland Church. He has delicate features and a somewhat feminine temperament. In front of his left eye Hanging a monocle, the slender phoenix eyes are always smiling, giving people a very comfortable feeling, but only at the first glance...
From the second glance, this seems to last forever The squinting eyes that are all smiling just make people feel weird, twisted and weird, like... something else in human skin.
"Um, Staff Officer Lamorlock, you are referring to..."
A middle-aged man who also had the emblem of the Dreamland Theocracy on his robe looked at the other person in confusion.
"Oh?"
The young man known as Lamorlock turned his head and asked with a smile: "You don't know?"
"Yes... ..."
"Then why don't you die?"
"Huh?"
The other party was immediately stunned, and his face instantly became ugly.
"Sorry, it was just a joke."
Lamorlock smiled, then looked at the map in front of him again, and said softly: "You should have noticed, Ge Riffen has transferred the Third Army Corps on the border between the Eastern Territory and the Land of Miracles, and the Seventh Mixed Army Corps guarding the Western Territory, and is moving southward."
"Yes...yes. ”
The man nodded immediately, his expression still not very good, because what the other person just said was exactly what he had just reported.
“Combined with the information about the deaths of Prince Kunda Boho and Duke Wittam Boho of the Chauvin Empire some time ago, I suddenly discovered something very interesting.”
Lamorlock no longer looked at the map on the wall, but picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of fragrant black tea. He said slowly: "Some interesting changes have happened in the south. The man who is said to have His Majesty William, who had never made a mistake, seemed to be overwhelmed, but the hungry lion smelled something and opened his eyes greedily..."
The man was stunned for a moment and frowned. He asked with an eyebrow: "Are you referring to the Chauvin Empire and the Griffin Dynasty?"
"Yes, I think there should be no other 'His Majesty William' and 'Lion'."
Lamorlock took a sip of the cup of overly rich black tea and said with a smile: "Find someone to pay attention to the intelligence of the Chauvin Empire. If there is really something going on there, it shouldn't be kept secret for too long. As for the dean, tell me He, Staff Officer Ramolok, has been feeling unwell recently and will not go to see him in the past two days. By the way, he asked him to move half of the legions stationed in the south to relieve the pressure on the lion, that's all."
The man nodded first, but did not leave immediately. Instead, after a long silence, he said hesitantly: "But, Mr. Staff... you directly took down one of Griffin's weapons not long ago. County, would it be a little bit to just let it go now..."
"Of course there is nothing wrong with it."
Lamorlock shook his head, and then his expression was leisurely. He said meaningfully: "I think you should know the reason very well, don't you?"
The man swallowed hard, leaned over and saluted, then turned and left.
Of course he knew the reason. In fact, at this moment, everyone wanted Lamorlock to stop participating in anything for the time being. It would be best to calm down for a while.
The specific situation...
Let's put it this way, under the active provocation of the Griffin Dynasty, the guy who is currently serving as the general staff of the Dreamland Theocracy's army paid almost no price. Under such circumstances, the Theocracy captured an entire county of the other party, but according to post-war statistics, the population of that county dropped by 80%. To put it simply, there were not many living people left.
Although this matter has not been publicized, and on the surface no one except the Griffin Dynasty and the Dream Kingdom knows about it, it still puts great pressure on the top management.
As for Lamorlock himself, afterward he just casually said, "The war situation requires it" and that was the end of his explanation. The smile that seemed fixed on his face did not waver at all, and he seemed not to take the countless human lives seriously at all. .
In fact, he did not take it seriously...
"Chauvin Empire~"
Leaning on the table, Lamorlock turned his attention to the map on the wall again, smiling. A flash of madness flashed in his eyes, and he drank the red blood-like black tea in his hand: "Oh, I sincerely hope you will move faster, otherwise I may not be able to control myself, please tassel the lion Little by little, it's falling..."
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The Chavin Empire, the southern territory of Kangda's territory, the nameless slope
"The movement is too slow..."
Mo stood at the highest point of the slope with his hands behind his hands, looking coldly at the temporary station not far away, and said lightly: "At the current advancement speed, the Griffin Dynasty will definitely Intervene before the counter-rebels push to Huangthorn Fort."
Li Fu, standing behind Mo, frowned and said softly: "But Your Excellency, the current speed should be the limit, Arthur. The number of rebels that Bohe and Duke Fossey are facing are more than ten times that here. If we speed up, the other two fronts will be completely disconnected."
Mo ignored Li Fo. Analysis, just turned his head slightly and glanced at him, raised his hand and threw over a roll of exquisitely sealed parchment letter: "You can go there again later, pretend to be a scout to find Arthur Bohe, and give this to him , he will tell you what to do next."
"Okay, then Duke of Fossey..."
"Just let him continue to do what he has to do, and don't make any unnecessary moves until further instructions are given."
"Understood."
"Do it, and don't forget to come back Then deal with the person you pretended to be."
"I know."
Li Fu bowed slightly to Mo and left quietly.
A few seconds later, with a clear snap of his fingers, an identical 'Butler Dawn' appeared behind Mo. His appearance and temperament were no different from the original one.
Mo stood there for a while, then opened his friend list, found the name 'Jiawen' in it, edited a short message and sent it...
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In the center of the Innocence Continent, at the edge of the Dark Forest
"So, what kind of world mission is this..."
Luen Hiran, who was squatting on the treetop, complained in a low voice, turned his head and glanced at the three teams that plunged into the dense forest again. He sighed while maintaining his epic longbow, and kept sighing in his heart. Why is the gap with others so big? Why are the world missions that Mo Tan, Yu Chen and Xiao Yu received in Misha County so exciting, but the one I received is so boring that it makes people feel moldy.
Of course, complaints are complaints. Kang Lan, who has investigated the world mission rewards, is not sloppy at all. These days, he is so dedicated that he is not like a casual party. Even his favorite professional player passes by here. They didn't even stick it on, which shows how much they attach importance to it.
“But that being said, are there really so-called ‘idlers’ who would just go deep into the jungle without any time?”
Kang Lan smacked her lips and poured herself down. Hanging on the branch and swaying lazily: "The Dark Forest is not the forest of elves, and it has never been a tourist destination... Damn, there are really people!?"
To be continued
(End of this chapter)