Chapter 421: Meeting Underground

Xie Yue slowly rose upwards, and the demons and monsters that were close to the ground with Xie Yue also faded away.

The idle dwarves sang songs as hard as iron, inviting the invisible things in the darkness to fight.

Naturally, there are not many champion warriors who dare to stand near the Lizardmen so far, and there will certainly be none here.

Eugen, whose sleep was disturbed, also shouted in a pretentious manner, enjoying the suspicious and frightened looks from the crowd.

The two idiots kept making noise until the middle of the night, and one of the exhausted idiots finally fell asleep. Lin Qi returned from the forest outside early in the morning . The energetic lizard man followed behind the convoy that set off again. In order to hide, he left a safe distance.

He hoped that the journey would not continue to be peaceful, and it would be best if all the unclean things that had disobeyed the great plan could jump out so that they would know what retribution is.

Eugen succeeded in capturing the target designated by Lynch. Fortunately, Lynch did not intend to roughly tie the doctor into the carriage. If that were the case, he would have done it himself.

Sorian used his pure muscle arms to hold down the doctor who wanted to escape at dawn, and unceremoniously "invited" him into the carriage. . "You two are planning to find new jobs and try the life of a robber? Listen, we are not Druzy. If necessary, you can kidnap some squirrels in the woods to relieve the violence in your heart.

Issa! What am I talking about? "Tigris sat in the corner of the carriage by the window, watching in confusion as the two men brought the unfortunate passerby into the carriage and locked him up with iron chains.

Is this a bit too cruel? He was sure that the young man in front of him was just an ordinary person. No, it seemed that some other mysterious evil moon's influence had not yet subsided, and the great wizard needed more time to ease.

The dwarf who was about to tie the doctor's mouth with cloth was stunned. Eugen, who was still explaining to the people outside the car, realized that something was wrong. He glanced into the car with his peripheral vision, and the blue veins on his forehead twitched slightly twice.

"My friend, perhaps we can be more friendly. He is not a criminal."

Caris, who was still struggling, weakened his strength guiltily when he heard the word "criminal", which allowed the dwarf to successfully block his mouth.

After completing the task subconsciously, Sorian opened his mouth woodenly: "Ah?"

He thought this guy was Eugen's enemy, perhaps because of a woman or a business dispute.

"Have you finally been unable to suppress your inner violence? Thank the gods, the prison of the empire may not be able to hold you. I have to help humans strengthen the prison magic." After reacting and roughly guessing what happened, Tigris narrated grimly. Lynch had no intention of paying attention to what they were doing in the carriage. The plan went on as planned, which was good.

Now we just have to wait for those who have no place in the great plan to surface one by one.

The number of carriages coming and going became more and more frequent, and gradually, the originally huge convoy dispersed, because they had reached the territory of civilization.

Two carriages could be seen every ten steps, and vehicles and pedestrians were rushing back and forth on the road like a flood.

There were so many of them that Lynch could no longer identify them one by one, and could only determine their obvious uncleanness through rough perception.

It's not a big deal, and it should be settled before arriving in Middenheim.

Deep in a noble courtyard in Middenheim, evergreen vines blocked the light of dawn from falling on the world. In a dark side room, a wealthy businessman crawled on the cold purple floor and reported the recent situation to the figure behind the colorful veil.

"The great Lord of Law, my leader, my supreme mentor, the group active in the central mountain area revealed to me some information about the Tirian Society. The descendants of the Father of Decay seem to have captured the remaining "Chosen Ones."

"You should have told me last night." A neutral voice that could not tell whether it was happy or angry, or whether it was a man or a woman, echoed softly in the room. The rich businessman knew that this was the voice of the Supreme Mentor in disguise. As a mentor in the new recruitment sequence of "The Purple Hand", his status was only second to the Supreme Mentor.

But it's still a world of difference.

The rich businessman couldn't help but tremble. He only got the news after the Demon Witch Night. Otherwise, he would have reported it after the sacrifice was over at the Demon Witch Night party.

Of course he couldn't tell the truth. In any case, failing to deliver important information to the leader in a timely manner was his dereliction of duty, which would reveal his cowardly and slow control over the lower levels.

"My leader, my herder, the pagans of the Red Crown have interfered with our surveillance network. Last night, two chosen ones fought on the north side of Duncanwald Forest. They blocked the communication link from the Central Mountains to Duncanwald."

"Go on." A playful laugh sounded behind the curtain. The wealthy businessman was not sure whether the Supreme Mentor had seen through the lie. He could only bite the bullet and make up for it with the information he knew.

"My wings tell me that one of the two parties in the battle is from the Plague Cult, and the other is an envoy of our Supreme True God."

“Your wings didn’t tell you that it was the messengers of the Wandering Eye who were in conflict with the members of the Hand of Asclepius.” The implicit threat was like a sword hanging over his head, forcing the rich businessman’s spine to bend completely. He pressed his cheek to the ground, not daring to move.

He did not dare to argue, because the words of the Supreme Mentor had revealed that everything was under the control of the "Dark Purple Hand".

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The figure behind the curtain was strangely twisted, like a snake in a robe, and its shadow loomed over the rich businessman.

“I don’t care about their differences and conflicts. Middenheim is my territory. Whether it’s the Tirian Society or the Hand of Asclepius, don’t try to shake our rule over Middenheim.

The puzzle of the heretics is still incomplete, and one of the Chosen Ones is still at large, and an unknown group has taken their prey just north of Duncanwald Forest. Bring him back before the heretics attract the attention of the Knights of the White Wolf! This is your last chance to survive."

The rich businessman kept answering while he lay on the ground. The long, winding figure behind the curtain said in a low and unhurried voice:

"I would like to see what kind of promised land the Plague Cult's so-called 'paradise' is, but I hope it will never come into the world, understand? Once you attract the attention of the Yurik believers, I will be the first to kill you before they cleanse the city."

"Trust me, death is just the beginning."

The cold and strange tone dissipated with the shadows, and the rich man was still crawling on the ground. It was not until the morning bell of Middenheim was rung and the melodious bell sound spread throughout the city that he turned over and lay on the ground exhausted.

(End of this chapter)