Chapter 147

Shortly after the shadow servant disappeared, three figures, wrapped in black robes, appeared in the backyard of the tavern. The black robes blended with the night, but not with the snowy night.

The black dress makes them not so hidden, but as long as you don't pay attention to them, you won't find their tracks, and their covered faces make them not be recognized.

They bypassed the firewood pile in the yard and came to the back door of the pub.

One of them took out the key and opened the back door.

At the moment when the gate opened, the three people swarmed in, their hands or weapons, lingering blue, cold light, suffused with evil brilliance.

However, they did not see the enemy for the first time and did not use the attack they were prepared to launch.

"Over there, basement!"

And one of them said.

The other two nodded, went to the basement opening, looked down, and jumped in.

Then the voice sounded:

"seems to have escaped! There is no one in it

Hearing the sound, the man followed him down to the basement.

In the basement, two men who came with him stood in front of a row of barrels.

One of them was holding his hand, and his hand lit up to illuminate the surroundings.

"Obey!" (mantra)

one of them is chanting the mantra in unknown language. In his hands, a blue force like frost is surging.

The target is a monster struggling to jump out of the barrel.

The monster looks the size of a human child, dark blue, with a crocodile like tail and dorsal fins on its back, starting from the tail and spreading to the top of the head.

The huge and ferocious head with scale like lines, looks ferocious, like a split mouth with sharp teeth, limbs like frog web, with sharp claws on the tip.

Originally restless monster under the effect of magic, gradually quiet down.

Seeing the calm monster, the black robed man nodded to his companion, indicating the completion of the action.

"Let it go back to the barrel and stay there." Finally, the black robed man said in a voice. His voice was so low that he felt like a broken bellows. "Don't forget to use the technique of sleeping."

"Yes

Then he looked at another: "see if there's anyone hiding under the shelf, idiot."

"Yes He was scolded, but the other side didn't have any complaints at all. He immediately began to check the bottom of the wine shelf.

Shaking his head, he began to check the brains of his subordinates, who did not hope much about them.

Just two steps, he stopped.

In the shadow under the wine stand, something fell there.

And here, the stupid subordinate who was ordered to check the abnormality just passed by. He had a few blue veins on his forehead. After he decided to teach the other party a good lesson, he loosened his fist and lowered his body to check.

Not a living thing?

He frowned and wanted to reach out, but half way through, he stopped and didn't go on.

Standing up, he turned his head to his subordinates and said, "pick it up."

"Ah?" The other party made a noise, narrowed his eyes, changed the position of his hand, and finally saw the shadow under the shelf. Then he nodded and picked with his dagger -

he reached out and pulled out his hand. He quickly picked out the things under the shadow, and the action of using the dagger was familiar and accurate.

By the time he finished the action, his body had already stepped back two steps.

At this time, both of them could see what it was -

a statue that looked like some kind of bird, but because of the light reflection and angle, they didn't see what the bird was.

After a look at each other, the black robed man who released the lightness put the dagger into his waist and picked up the wood carving.

He carefully and carefully observed the wood carving. Under the spiritual perception, it seems to be a magic prop?

"It seems to be a magic prop, my lord..."

and he handed the statue out.

"Magic props?" The black robed man, known as the "adult", had a strange covered face, and then seemed to think of something, "props for escape? Or something else? "

At the next moment, his mental power is ready to explore -

...

on the other side, Yat is still in doubt.

Mage crow's experience value slot has suddenly increased...

"

Art is a little bit stunned. This is... The one-off magic bomb is working?

In the process of making magic props, the most basic thing is to solidify the items, and then the ability to preserve the materials themselves. Then, powerful alchemists can combine the characteristics and abilities of many materials to produce new characteristics.Just now, he forced the dark energy erosion spell into it.

Such items are not magic props and can not be used repeatedly. The correct way is to burn the inscriptions on the materials and use stable and solidified materials and potions to solidify the spell. If he forcibly solidifies a spell and enchants it, it is only a one-time temporary item.

Moreover, it is extremely unstable, sometimes it will directly damage the material, and the enchanted magic will fly out directly, and it can't control the direction at all, so it's basically useless.

However, hat trick is very useful to let crows sneak in and replace them with hat tricks...

originally, he had no chance to do so in the game. Although he had a certain degree of freedom, it was impossible to carve a crow model, and he had never tried it.

Remembering that there were people who used to be alchemists and sorcerers, he also tried to use his minions to carry self exploding bombs.

I didn't expect that the effect of the first time was so good.

The hat trick, originally used as a means of preserving the crow's minions, now seems to have other uses.

However, he did not understand why a dark energy erosion can kill a lv6 level person.

This level is close to the top professional.

Lv4 is the middle professional level.

LV7 is the rank of high-ranking professionals.

The strength of apocalypse is not clear yet, but according to the skills of night sorcerers, it should be lv10.

Lv4's dark energy erosion damage is very high, but if you miss the key, it will only be a heavy damage, not death.

He was just holding on to the idea of making trouble, but he didn't expect to succeed....

...

on the other side, two black robed people were staring at each other, one in panic and the other at a loss.

Their leader, now lying on the ground with a big hole in his head, is no longer alive.

The one with a dazed look still kept the light release technique in his hand, which was quite different from the holy light, with cold and evil light shining on the corpse, which made them feel a little cold.

"What? Do you want a report? "

"To whom? We only know that he is the leader of our team. We have no idea who the others are The one who released the light replied blankly and doubtfully.

"..." the panic on the other face became more and more obvious, "only adults know? What shall we do? "

He bit his teeth and said, "shall we wait here?"

"No way..."

they didn't know that a dark blue spirit was hiding in the wall, listening to their conversation and conveying it to Yat without any omission.

An organization with strict organization and discipline?

At hearing the message from Prometheus, art thought of it in some doubt.

Only the team leader knows how to get in touch with others, and no matter how you look at it, the confidentiality of the organization is not low.

"Prometheus, can you strip away memories?" He asked Prometheus in a voice.

He has some ideas about this organization. If he can, he may get some other materials besides experience.

Originally, he stayed only to find the businessmen in this town and find out where the graveyard is.

The main way to get sapphire is the local Lord, then the tomb of the blue blood man, and the local merchants and mercenary guild.

There was no mercenary guild stationed in this town, but only one tavern was responsible for the mercenary guild. As an informal subordinate, he put it behind the merchants and then searched for the tomb of the blue blooded man.

After all, it is difficult to find the tomb of blue blooded people, and it may not be found. After doing simple things first, it is difficult to do them again.

After using the shadow servants and crows to find out that the tavern belongs to a businessman, and there is something wrong with demonizing the crow, he decides to explore it.

But now we can see...

there seems to be something else hidden in this small town, as well as a hidden organization.

"Master, this..." promi responded while observing, "they seem to be the casters. I don't know if I can strip away the memory. I can try to kill them first, turn them into dead spirits, and then strip the memory from the soul fragments..."

to strip the memory of the living caster directly is also for the special existence of Prometheus It's not a simple thing.

Although Prometheus has the memory of lv8, a high necromancer, its actual rating is lv4.

He still trusts the rating of the system.

However, he did not doubt the statement of promi...

and at this time, he heard another communication from promi:"By the way, master, their power is a little bit like the dead, this cold feeling... Wait a minute, it seems wrong, this evil feeling is like... Devil warlock

"Devil warlock!" At the word, art's brows wrinkled.

"Yes, that's right." Promi was more and more sure of his conjecture, "their magic is not the same as that of the wizard. This spiritual quality has a cold feeling, but with a sense of order, but it is not the same as the spirit of necromancer."

The power of a necromancer is a special combination of mental power and negative energy, and it controls negative energy. But if you look at it carefully, the power of this person's magic is not negative energy...

PS: it's already 9:20 from 6:30 a.m.. Chapter 3 can't estimate it before 12:00, and his hand can't be hurt.

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