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A cold wind blew past the raven, and Ron could hear nothing but the wind.

He heard the baldy loudly talking with an intense tone, while the two people beside him continued to console him.

It took a while for the baldy's mood to settle down, but then Ron heard the voice again.

"Ai, I don't know why, but the church reported this matter to the government. The higher ups seem to be very concerned about this matter. I heard that they're planning to send someone over …" The bald man said.

The pale-faced youth's face darkened. He coldly snorted and said, "I heard about this too. Heh, I also heard that they sent a Holy Son over. There's no need to ask, he's definitely here to snatch credit …"

The Holy Son of the Holy Church held an extremely high position within the Holy Church. Every year, the Holy Church would choose talented boys and girls from all over the Holy Empire, and after they were nurtured, they would enter the second round of selections. From among them, they would choose the more outstanding Holy Son candidates and spend great effort to nurture them before selecting the Holy Son from the list for the third round of selections.

The Holy Maiden and Holy Daughter Palace were separated within the Holy Church. Every Holy Son and Holy Maiden had a chance of inheriting the position of Holy Emperor.

Therefore, the Holy Son of the Holy Church was a genius.

"I don't understand. Why would killing a Necromancer have such great merits?" Even the Holy Son came out to fight … " The big-bearded Radiant Church guard said, puzzled.

"You should ask, why does the Holy Church have such a huge grudge against Necromancers, and why do they insist on exterminating all the Necromancers in the area?" But I don't know. " "Now, all of these Necromancers have gone to the Roland Empire. Hehe, I saw quite a few of them last time in the Roland Empire …"

"Speaking of which, it was that necromancer who got into trouble. He had to hide from Holy Empire, which forbids all cultivation of necromancy. Isn't that just courting death …?" It's been so many years since there's been a Necromancer in our Holy Empire. Isn't this a great contribution? " The white faced man laughed and said, "Hehe, I heard that he is only 15 years old … A child who doesn't understand anything, who is to blame for his own death? "

"Hmph …" If I hadn't wanted to avenge my grandfather, I would have left Holy Empire a long time ago.

"If it wasn't for that great reward, I wouldn't have come to this frigid place. Damn, my feet are already numb from the cold …" "Bighead stomped his feet continuously, spitting out a cloud of white mist." "F * ck, if I knew that there would be so many rewards, I might as well run over to the Roland Empire and capture a Necromancer to make up for it."

"It's useless..." The white-faced man shook his head. "Don't forget, we have the child's portrait with us. His name is Ron, and others can't fake it …"

At this time, Big Beard, who had been silent all this time, spoke up. He sighed and said, "I feel like the focus of this matter isn't on that child …"

The bald man and the pale-faced man looked at him.

Big Beard went on, "From what I've heard, Ron is a studious kid, despite his poor family. According to Maple Leaf, his dream is to become a magician."

Then he glanced at the pale man, "If Master Kitley of Naca Manor had not killed his grandfather in an accident, and later sent men to kill him, perhaps … if these things did not happen, then …" Perhaps Ron will not take the path of heresy... "

Big Beard finally said something fair, while Ron secretly nodded his head. If grandfather was still here, perhaps he really wouldn't have gone to cultivate Necromancy. But since things are already like this, there's no way to go back … "

"What do you mean?" The white faced man's face was filled with anger. His voice rose an octave, "Are you saying that my uncle, Geralt, is wrong? My brother Groot died in vain? "

The white-faced man's face turned purple. His eyes were fixed on the bearded man, as if he wanted to eat him.

"No …" "No …." Big Beard quickly waved his hand. It was obvious that he was not good at speaking, "I was just being serious …"

"Fuck you …" The white faced man flew into a flurry on the spot, "I only know that the few lives in Naca Manor are gone just like that, and my brother Gut too. If it wasn't for this kid, how would my brother have died …"

"But …" Big Beard had yet to speak.

"But …" The white faced man said coldly, "Isn't it just an old beggar with a broken leg? And that damn little bastard too, they are all lowly commoners, so what if they die … "

"As for you …" The white-faced man pointed his finger at the big bearded man and said, "If you say something like that again, I'll turn hostile!"

The white-faced man was aggressive and did not give up. On the other hand, the big bearded man could not go on. The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Forget it, forget it..." The bald man patted the white-faced man on the shoulder and said, "Of course he's on your side. Don't be angry over this trivial matter, this guy has always been straight forward …"

The white-faced man's face eased up a bit, but he still coldly said, "No matter what, I'm back to avenge my brother Groot. Whoever stops me is my enemy …"

After saying this, he ignored the two and walked away in large strides. Big Baldy and Big Beard looked at each other and followed with quick steps.

Ron heard the conversation clearly through the crows on the tree.

"Alright... "So you're from Naca Manor, and you're the younger brother of that Glut …" Killing intent welled up in Ron's heart. He had long hated the people of Naca Manor to the bone.

If he hadn't met Grandpa Homerin, he would have already died that night.

In this world where the strong preyed on the weak, everything was illusory. Only power was the way to go, Ron thought. Even without this matter with Zarry grandpa, he would still be able to cultivate Necromancy.

Thinking about this, a murderous look appeared in Ron's eyes, "Since you guys are so heartless, then don't blame me for being unrighteous, at this point, there is nothing left to say. Since you guys came to the Dark Forest to find me, and even killed me, I will not hold back.

Ron sneered to himself as his figure slowly faded into the whiteness of the world.

The wind was blowing harder now.

"Let's keep looking. If we really can't find it, we should just go back..." Big Beard sighed.

"Hmph, Dark Forest is full of danger everywhere. A fifteen year old child who cultivates Necromancy is a piece of trash. I'm afraid he has already died. We should find a bird and return as soon as possible …" He had no hope that Ron would survive here.

They walked again.

"We just have to find this place. Forget it, let's go back. That kid should be dead by now …" After a long while, the baldy helplessly said as he wiped away the snow on his face.

"Alright, let's go back …" Big Beard also agreed.

Before the white-faced man could express his stance, an arrow shot out from the shadows. The big bald man fell to the ground with a loud 'wow'.

"Oh no, there's a sneak attack..."

The guard was surprised. He pulled out his sword and stared at the direction where the arrow had come from.

"You … What's the matter with you? " The white-faced man was also surprised. He quickly went over to help the big bald man up.

"Damn it, I got an arrow in my knee …" The baldy said while holding onto his knees, his face full of pain.

"Who?" Who's shooting people in the back here? "Get the hell out here..." The bearded man held a sword in his hand and shouted.

When his eyes landed on the big bald man's knee, his expression abruptly changed.

This arrow! This was not an ordinary arrow, it was made from bone!

"Who?" "Get the hell out here!" The guard of the church shouted as he looked around.

The white faced man also took out a long sword from his space bag, keeping a vigilant watch on his surroundings.

"How are you?" The bearded man held a sword in his hand and asked the bald man who had been shot in the knee.

Big Baldy's face was twisted in pain, "Fuck, which bastard shot laozi …"

Big Beard's gaze was fixated on Big Baldy's injured leg, and he was overwhelmed with shock. Of course, he recognized the "Bone Arrow" of the Necromancers. It was just that this "Bone Arrow" was too powerful and had crippled one of his legs.

Was this still a 'bone arrow'? Is this still a Necromancer? Since when did these Necromancers have this ability?

The bearded man and the white-faced man looked at each other, the shock on their faces completely evident.

Whoosh.

At this moment, a shadow flew out from the shadows. Its speed was extremely fast and incomparable.

"Be careful..." The two of them were horrified and quickly dodged.

However, the shadow's target was not him.

"Pa ~ ~" the bald man's head suddenly bloomed, and his brain matter scattered all over the floor.

When the bone lance suddenly appeared in front of the two, the body of the lance still trembled.

"He's dead!"

A look of disbelief appeared on both of their faces. Before they could see the enemy, one of them had already died.

A cold and gloomy aura enveloped the two of them. The bearded man and the white-faced man stood back to back in unison, the weapons in their hands protecting in front of them.

At this time, the white faced man said in a loud and clear voice, "I don't know which senior has come. We are from the Holy Church and we have no intention of offending your territory or provoking your dignity. Please be magnanimous and let us go …"

First, he revealed his identity and brought out the huge power of the Holy Church to pressure the other side. If the other side tried to force him any further, the other side would become the enemy of the Holy Church. Secondly, he saw that the other side was very strong and didn't intend to pursue the matter of his teammates' deaths.

The two held their breath, not daring to breathe. Snow was falling from the sky, and the land was quiet.

"Come on... "Well..."

A clear and melodious voice came from the dense forest. A figure slowly walked out from the snow. This person was clad in beast skin. His hair was messy. He sat on the back of a Skeleton Warrior and coldly stared at them.

Big Beard's pupils shrank as he said in surprise, "Skeletons... You. "You are..."

"That's right... I am the Necromancer you are looking for — Ron! " Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.