Assassin’s Chronicle

Chapter 349, Mutant Bishop

"An Fei, An Fei!" Brave rushed and rushed in from the outside.

"Hey! Little!" Chris hurriedly closed the magic book in his hand and whispered.

"An Fei is still retreating?"

"Yeah." Chris squinted at the door. In fact, the inner room has been arranged with a soundproof magic array. The sound of Brave's screaming is louder, and it is impossible to alarm Anfei. Perhaps it is the reason for concern. He has some concerns.

"It has been a few days? Anfei has never eaten!"

"Oh... Anfei, this guy, has a lot of weird skills, nothing strange."

"Is there really something wrong? Or... let's go in and see."

"Reassure, if he feels uncomfortable, he has already come out." Chris smiled and said: "Come down, almost five days? The teacher's longest meditation time is only two days and two nights, I really look forward to it!"

The door of the inner chamber was tightly closed, and the soundproof magic array in the inner chamber blocked all the sounds. An Fei’s five hearts sat on the bed in the sky, his eyes closed slightly and his face was light. When ordinary sorcerers meditate, they always choose the most comfortable sitting position, which will make them forget the existence of the body more quickly and carry out deep meditation. If they are also used in the five-hearted sitting posture, it is estimated that they will last for half an hour. I can't hold it down.

In the field of magic, there are two very different views. One believes that having a strong mental power can accommodate more magic, and the other is that magic improves the mental power and naturally increases it. The argument is more reasonable. The most brilliant big magician can't give an answer. Don't mention the little magician who knows a little about it. He just cautiously cultivates himself from his own understanding.

In the past, Anfei did not care about the magic gained from meditation, after every meditation. He always releases a lot of magic and spends his magic power. The first reason is that he is afraid of magic and his own internal conflict. Compared with magic, he attaches more importance to martial arts and internal cultivation. The second is because every time magic grows. At a certain stage, the magic crystal in the body often has unexplained tremors. The key is that it cannot be explained. Wisdom life always produces a natural fear for phenomena that cannot be explained by itself. Affliction is no exception; there is another reason. He finds that magic is just an external force and cannot change itself.

Speaking of the difference between grudge and magic, there is a similar situation with the battle of life. The so-called battle of life refers to the dispute between Taoism and repairing. The Taoist household is only repairing and not repairing. This is Practice the first illness' to ridicule the Buddha's door and only know how to meditate. Buddhism also used irony to swear by ‘only life, no knowledge, no time at the moment’.

In fact, in An Fei’s view, the battle for life is not necessary. Sex is the owner of my own life. Only repairing people who are not practicing. Just as the owner lives in a dilapidated, leaky, leaky house, God can't be safe, and how can it be fixed? If you only repair your life, you will live in a luxury house with a dementia. Such mutual obstacles make the role of both sides not fully manifested. The real road must be repaired.

Outside the door, Chris whispered softly: "Brave, what is your rush?"

"The magic group found a strange person with the eyes of the sky."

"You are not mistaken? Is it a person??" Chris asked in amazement. Now that the valley is broken, people are already very rare creatures. In daily routine searches, the Eye of the Sky can only see more or less undead creatures and some Warcraft that survived and survived.

"Yes, it is a person."

"I'll go see it." Chris slightly hesitated. When he walked out, the black eleven was sitting bored at the door, and Chris whispered: "Amon, I go out and give it here. is you."

"Do not worry." Black nodded eleven o'clock.

Go straight to the town center. Both Chris and Brave released the float. Has been flying to the top of the Master Tower, condescending. The whole town of Moramachi seems to have become a chessboard. Chris glanced at the school ground in a mess, and said, "Is Susanna and Hinpera?"

"Well, Hinpera is really pitiful," Bravey laughed.

In the past few days, Susanna and Hinpela have not known how many times they have fought. Although they are both high-ranking swordsmen, Susanna has always had an overwhelming advantage, but Hinpera is not completely rebellious. Otherwise, Susanna was not interested. In comparison, if Susanna is a cheetah that comes and goes like a wind, swift and fierce, then Hin Peila is a stubborn and tenacious, rather frustrated lone wolf, unless it is topped by Susanna’s long sword, or It was because of exhaustion that Susanna was hit by a weapon, otherwise she would never give up her resistance.

At first, the mercenaries were very interested in the confrontation between the two high-ranking swordsmen, but they only watched it once. The taste of being attacked by the battle was uncomfortable. The innocent example was there. Now everyone has become afraid to avoid it. Not enough.

"Adults, not right, now there are more and more undead creatures!" a magician said in a hurry.

Chris's gaze fell on the eye of the sky. A man in a priest's robe wearing a bright church was walking slowly in the forest. He was behind him, and he was more than a dozen meters away from his left body. Zombies and zombies were everywhere. They were so arrogant that they kept snarling, but there was never a zombie who dared to approach the priest.

"Is it a bishop?" Chris stunned, and he recognized the identity of the other from the priest's robes.

"We have been observing for a long time. He doesn't have a follower. I really don't know how to come here alive." The magician said with a smile.

"Those undead creatures seem to be afraid of him," said another magician.

"Crap, people with long eyes can see it." Brave said impatiently: "Chris, the guy is heading straight to us, according to his speed, in the afternoon, to Morama. Wonderful town."

Chris also wants to take a closer look, but the priest has entered a very dense forest, the eye of the sky has no penetrating power, and nothing can be seen.

"In any case, he is a person, a companion to us, and it can bring us outside news." Chris smiled and said: "Do we send someone to meet him?"

"I don't need it? I don't think the priest will be in danger. If the mercenaries are sent out to meet, the undead creatures will definitely attack our mercenaries. We can't afford the unnecessary price!"

"Adults, there are too many undead creatures, I think I have to be prepared in advance!" said a magician.

Now it has entered the winter, and the trees in the forests of the cross-cut valley have fallen leaves and long-greens. In some places where the depression is over, you can clearly see the scenes of a large number of undead creatures. Chris began to focus only on On the priest, at the moment, under the reminder of the magician, I noticed that the large group of undead creatures could not help but become nervous: "Blaway, you will go to Alice immediately, I will go to Anfei! Faster!"

"Well... look, the guy is out!" Brave cried suddenly.

Chris turned and looked, and sure enough, the priest had walked out of the jungle, came to a boulder, sat down against the boulder, then pulled out a piece of dry bread from his body, ate it in a small mouth, and finally I also turned my face to the sky, as if I was observing the sky. And a large number of zombies have surrounded the huge stone, and they are still not daring to approach.

This look up, let everyone see clearly, it is a middle-aged person, face is square, looks solemn, but there is a little temperament of the bishop.

"You pay attention to observation, Brave, let's go!" said Chris.

"Okay, adult, you..." The magician didn't finish talking, but he stayed there, and his face became very stiff.

Chris bowed and looked at each other's eyes. The priest in the eyes of the sky stood up with the unfinished bread, and untied his pants. It was a human instinct to eat and drink. This is nothing strange. What shocked was the look and movement of the priest. Just now, the face was square and solemn. Now it shows a very wretched, lustful smile, and the head keeps swinging, as if eating something that is unconscious. Medicine, the waist is moving forward and backward, the legs are moving at a strange pace, and the things that are sprinkled are turned into various arcs, so they are forced to go to the zombies step by step.

Where the bishop's adult went, where the zombies gave up an open space, just like ordinary humans shunned the **** devil, and swayed for half a lap, everything was finished, the bishop was put on pants, hands casually Wiping it on the priest's robes, grabbing the half of the dry bread in the mouth, and starting to eat again.

"..." Several magicians involuntarily spit out saliva, the magicians mostly like clean, it is not difficult to organize personal hygiene, a small spring can be done, so they can not agree with the bishop Adults' habits.

"He is really a bishop?" Chris couldn't believe his eyes. In his impression, the bishops were humble, kind, and graceful. What would be such a boring thing?

"Adult, he... seems to be...the man of the Principality of Guth." A magician stuttered.

"how do you know?"

"He should have been dancing just now? That kind of action is similar to the dance of the farmers of the Gus Principality to celebrate the harvest..."