Chapter 27 Life and Death Fight on a Rainy Night (Part 1)
The damp secret passage is covered with moss, and between the gaps between the stone bricks, moisture condensed water drops fall on people's heads.
In the path where only two people could walk side by side, the light of the torch swayed, and the chaotic footsteps scared away the big black rat passing by.
Four armed monks walked in the forefront, behind them was Durdafo, and behind them was the witch who was held hostage by seven or eight night watch guards.
The witch was nearly 1.9 meters tall. She was held up by her shoulders and under her armpits by a night guard who was just over 16 meters tall.
After that, there were three armored sergeants with their backs cut off.
"Hurry up, before they find this secret passage, tsk, hurry up, do you want me to kneel down and beg you, bastard!"
Walk in the second row, Duer Dafoe hurriedly urged the armed monks in chain mail in front.
Durdafo, who had always been delicate, only had time to grab a piece of black bread for his rations.
The situation was urgent. What kind of bullshit temple knight commander was silently breached the monastery door without even knowing it.
Now the monastery is crowded with people, swords and hammers are dancing, and broken teeth are wandering in the air mixed with blood.
The continuous shouts of killing can be faintly heard even in the tunnel.
This is the secret party that is overturning the table.
Duldaf knew this well, but he also knew that nothing these secret parties said would harm his life.
Only those radical fanatics of the Secret Party and the Witch Secret Party, the mortal enemies of the church, would have the desire to kill him.
He would not lose his life, but he would never let the secret party rescue the witch Carrie from prison.
Just give in to other things, your life is at stake.
After all, Duldaf was born in a choir and is one of his own, so he will not be punished too much.
Now is the most intense time of the fight between Abbot Juano of Prago Monastery and Metropolitan Constance, and there must be no mistakes.
So he had already arranged a secret escape route. As soon as the rebellious refugees attacked the monastery, he would directly drag the witch to escape through the hole.
As long as we can keep this witch and the secret in her belly, it will still be a great achievement.
Looking back at the witch Carrie who was unconscious after being filled with holy water, Duldaf felt a little relieved.
But the moment he turned his head, a strong wind carrying water vapor hit the tunnel and blew out the torches.
Spitting out a mouthful of rainwater, Duldaf put on his hood in a panic: "Mysila, what's going on?"
The monk who pushed open the wooden door of the secret passage pressed the button He lifted the hood on his head: "Master Priest, it's raining heavily outside."
"Is the rain heavy again?" Duldaf was a little surprised, but he gritted his teeth and continued shouting, "Don't worry, let's go to the river. After the event is completed, not only will there be a promotion, but each person will also be rewarded with 50 solas. !”
Fleeing out of the tunnel, Durdafo raised his head and glanced at the sky.
Blue-black clouds completely occupied the sky. Amid the rumbling thunder, the strong wind almost blew out all the torches.
"Don't light the torch yet, let's go in the dark without being discovered." Wiping the rain off his face, Durdafo puffed out his belly and ran towards the river panting.
The remaining people surrounded him and ran towards the river.
Obviously, the secret party did not expect that there was such a secret passage in Durdafo, and the road to the river was unobstructed.
The Honey River is turbulent in the heavy rain. Between the water plants and black water, the rocks formed by the eaves and circulating trees are looming.
Arriving at the temporary dock used to park boats on weekdays, Duldaf's hurried steps suddenly stopped.
The original pier has been submerged in water. The poplar tree used as a marker is half soaked in the water, and the items under the tree have disappeared.
Duldaf rubbed his eyes, but still saw nothing.
The small boat he had hidden here in advance, the five or six rafts and three ten-man longboats moored at the temporary dock were all missing.
Lightning struck, and through the light, Durdafo once again confirmed that this was the place where he had hidden the ship before, and both the place where the ship was hidden and the dock were empty.
“Where is the boat?”
“Ah?” “Let me ask you, where is the boat? Where is my boat?” He grabbed the collar of one of the bald monks and pulled him in front of him. Durdafur shouted into his ears and eyes.
"Where did this go?"
"Didn't you arrange it? Where did you say it was?"
"I can't come, maybe it was washed away by the rising water. . ”
Kicked the monk hard on the tailbone, making him look as blue as Durdafo himself.
"Damn secret party, they expected that I might turn in through the waterway, and gathered all the nearby ships in advance." He cursed through gritted teeth, and Duldaf pointed forward.
"Let's go, keep looking along the river, you will definitely find one. I don't believe that all the boats can be taken away."
Surrounded by a group of monk guards, there was the sound of wind and rain, the sound of killing, and the sound of killing. When it comes to my mind, I can't help but Durdafo is not in a hurry.
This is so close, this is the only chance.
The throne of the cathedral priests and even the bishop is beckoning to him.
At this time, Durdafo will miss Gilo.
Although he is just a demon hunter, he can arrange things properly every time with almost no mistakes.
If I had known better, I wouldn't have sent him out to investigate, but when it came to that matter, Duldaf was really afraid of causing trouble by sending someone who had no sense of propriety.
Along the river, the shoes Durdafo was looking for were also lost, his clothes were torn, and his delicate white arms were bruised.
They searched around but couldn't find a ship, but the shouts of killing in the mountains and forests were getting closer and closer.
Just when he was desperate, a night guard with good eyes suddenly shouted:
"Master Priest, look, there is a boat there."
Drying the rain from his eyes with a handkerchief, Duldav looked intently. Sure enough, there was a boat moored by the river, and he could still ride on it. A longship of ten.
In the wind and clouds, it was moving forward with difficulty. Just in front of the long boat, the simple little raft overturned in the water, and a black shadow staggered through the bushes.
“It’s Gilo’s ship!” A familiar monk shouted, “Gilo is back, great!”
Yes, Gilo’s figure is blurred in the wind and rain It’s unclear, but Duldaf definitely recognizes the steel sword on his back.
"Praise the power of our Lord, thank you for helping your devout believers to tide over the difficulties." Drawing the word "屮" on his forehead, the overjoyed Durdafo thanked Myrcella and shouted to the rest of the people. .
"Quick, quick, let's get there quickly."
Duldafo picked up his broad priest's robe and stepped in the mud, stumbling towards the boat.
Coincidentally, the boat docked at this time.
With unprecedented vigor, Durdafo's huge body crossed the bow and stepped into the boat in a few steps.
After he stepped onto the boat, the hull that was still shaking suddenly became as stable as the ground.
Like a baby swallow returning to its nest, he strode forward with his fat body swaying, and hugged "Ji Luo" who was carrying a steel sword on his back.
I thought I was going to be in trouble, but I didn't expect to be saved by this demon hunter.
Duldafo's gratitude was beyond words, and he kissed "Jiro" hard on both cheeks.
This is the highest etiquette for French people to express their closeness and gratitude.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Duldaf finally recovered from the excitement, but he suddenly felt something was wrong.
The touch coming from the arm was not right with the height of the person in front of me.
He remembered that Gilo was not that short, and was much stronger than the one he was hugging.
A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating everything in the world.
Nose to nose, Duldaf and Horn, hugging each other, looked at each other.
(End of this chapter)