Cataclysmic Transformation

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At this time a cold wind blew, brushing over the crow's side, Ron could hear nothing but the whispering wind.

I only heard what the big bald head was saying aloud, the words were fierce, and the two people beside him were constantly comforting.

After a while, the emotion of the big bald head subsided, and at this time, Ron heard the voice again.

"Alas, I don't know why. The church reported this matter, and it seemed that it attached great importance to it. I heard that it was going to send someone ..." said Da Bald.

The face of the white-faced young man gloomed down and sneered. "I also heard about this, hey, I heard that I also sent a saint to come over, no need to ask, it's definitely to get credit ..."

The Holy Son of the Holy See has a very high status in the Holy See. Every year, the Holy See selects talented virgins and virgins throughout the Holy Roman Empire. After training, it enters the second round of selection and selects more from them. Outstanding candidates are candidates for the Son, and they spend more effort to train them, and then after the third round of selection, the Son is selected from the candidates for the Son.

The Holy See is divided into the Holy Child Hall and the Holy Child Hall, and every Holy Child and Holy Child may inherit the position of the Pope.

Therefore, both the Holy Holy Son and the Holy Son are shocking talents.

"I don't get it. Why is there such a big credit for killing a Necromancer? Even the Son has come out to take credit ..." The bearded guard of the Holy See said puzzled.

"You should ask, why does the Holy See have such great hatred for the Necromancers, and it is necessary to exterminate all Necromancers in the territory? But I don't know." The Great Bald Head Guardian sneered, "Now these Necromancers are made All went to the Roland Empire, hey, I saw a lot when I was in the Roland Empire last time ... "

"Speaking of it, this necromancer is also unlucky. He didn't go well. He had to hide from the Holy Roman Empire, which forbids the practice of undead magic. Isn't it to find death ... Our Holy Roman Empire hasn't seen Necromancer for many years. This is not a big credit? "The white-faced man said with a smile." Hey, I heard that he was only fifteen years old ... a child who knows nothing, who is to blame? "

"Humph ..." Ron whispered in dissatisfaction. If it were not for revenge for Grandpa, I would have left if I wanted to leave the Holy Roman Empire.

"If it weren't for the high reward, I wouldn't go to the place where it was cold and cold, damn, my feet were frosty ..." Big head stomped constantly, spraying with one mouth There was a white mist. "His grandmother, if I knew that there were so many rewards, I simply ran to the Roland empire and got a Necromancer to come back and count."

"Useless ..." The white-faced man shook his head. "Don't forget, we have a portrait of the child on our body. His name is Ron, and others can't pretend ..."

At this time, the bearded man who had been silent for a while, he sighed and said, "I think the focus of this matter is not on the child ... @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html"

The big bald head and the white-faced man looked at him in unison.

Bearded went on, "According to what I have learned, although Ron is poor, he is still an educated child. According to the people in Maple Leaf, his dream is to become a magician ..."

He said that he glanced at the white-faced man, "If it was n’t for Master Kately at Naka Manor who killed his grandfather in an accident, and later, Gerat sent someone to chase him, if there were no such things If that happens, maybe ... maybe Ron wo n’t take the path of heretics ... "

Bearded finally said a fair word, and Ron nodded secretly. If Grandpa was still there, maybe he wouldn't practice undead magic, but it was so far, and he couldn't look back ... "

"What do you mean?" The white-faced man's face was full of anger, and his voice increased by an octave. "You mean that my uncle Gerat is wrong? My brother Groot is also white died?"

The white-faced man's face changed to purple liver, and he stared at the beard fiercely with a pair of eyes, like an expression about to eat him.

"No ... no ..." The beard waved his hands hurriedly, obviously he was not good at speaking, "I just talk about things ..."

"Go-you-mom-it's a matter of opinion ..." The white-faced man launched on the spot, "I only know that a few lives of Naka Manor are gone, including my brother Groot, if not this kid , How could my brother die ... "

"But ..." Bearded has to wait.

"There's nothing wrong ..." said the white-faced man coldly. "Isn't it just an old beggar with a broken leg? There is that **** little bastard, too. They are all pariahs, what a big deal if they die ..."

"As for you ..." said the white-faced man, pointing his finger at the beard. "If you say that again, be careful I turn over and don't recognize anyone!"

The white-faced man is menacing, and he looks unreasonable, but the bearded man can't talk about Vivino. The atmosphere is a bit embarrassing.

"Forget it ..." said the big bald head on the side and patted the shoulder of the white-faced man. "Of course he is on your side. Don't be hurt for this little thing. This guy always talks so straight. ... "

The big bald head mediates, and the face of the white-faced man calms down, but he said coldly, "No matter what, I came back to avenge my brother Groot, who stopped me, is my enemy ... … "

I didn't pay any attention to them, and walked in strides. The big bald head and the bearded man glanced at each other and had to keep up with it.

Ron heard the conversation of these people clearly through the crow in the tree,

"Okay ... So you are the man of Naka Manor, or the brother of what kind of Groot ..." Ron's heart was full of murderous intentions. For the man of Naka Manor, he had long hated the bones.

If he hadn't met Grandpa Khomelin, he was already dead that night.

In this world of weak meat and strong food, everything is illusory, and only strength is king. Ron is thinking that even without Grandpa Zari, he will also practice undead magic.

Thinking of the deep murder in Ron ’s eyes here, “Since you are not benevolent, do n’t blame me for being unrighteous. At this point, there is nothing to say. Since you can come to the dark forest to find me, even kill me I ’m welcome, I ’ve cleaned up even the beasts, what are you **** ... "

Ron sneered in his heart, his figure slowly disappearing into the snow-white world.

The wind blows more violently.

"Let's find it again, if we can't find it, then go back and forget ..." Bearded sighed.

"Hum, the dark forest is full of dangers. A 15-year-old child is a waste of practicing undead magic. Now I am afraid that his bones are gone. Let's find a bird. It's serious to go back early ..." The bald head sneered and said, he had no hope of whether Ron would survive here.

They walked again.

"Just find it here. Forget it. Let's go back. The kid is probably dead ..." After a while, the big bald man reached out to wipe the snowflakes on his face and said helplessly.

"Okay, let's go back ..." Bearded also agreed.

The white-faced man hadn't expressed his position yet. At this moment, an arrow shot out from the dark, and the big bald head fell to the ground with an ouch.

"No, someone sneak attacked ..."

The Bearded Holy Guard was taken aback, and with a scream he pulled out his long sword and stared closely at the direction of the arrow.

"You ... what's wrong with you?" The white-faced man was also taken aback, and he hurried over to lift the big bald head.

"Damn, an arrow in my knee ..." Big bald head said, covering his knee, his face full of pain.

"Who? Who hurts people with dark arrows here? Get out of me ..." Bearded screamed with a sword in his hand.

His face suddenly changed when his eyes fell on the knees of the big bald head.

This arrow shot! It is not an ordinary arrow, it is made of bone!

"Who? Get me out!" Bearded Holy Seeker took the sword in his hand, looked around, and screamed sharply.

The white-faced man also took out his long sword from the space bag and was alert to the surroundings.

"How are you?" Bearded, holding the sword in his hand, asked the big bald head with an arrow in his knee.

The big bald head was so painful that his face was twisted, "Damn, which **** shoots Lao Tzu ..."

The beard's gaze fixed on the injured head of the big bald head, and his heart was horrified. Of course, he recognized the "Bone Arrow" of the Necromancer, but the power of this "Bone Arrow" was too strong, and he actually abandoned his leg.

Is this still a "bone arrow"? Is this still Necromancer? When do these necromancers have this brutal ability?

The bearded and white-faced men glanced at each other, and the shocked look on their faces was revealed.

"Wow--"

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the dark place, the speed is fast, unparalleled.

"Be careful ..." The two were inexplicably frightened and quickly evaded.

However, the target of this shadow is not him.

"Slap--" The big light on the ground blossomed, and the brains scattered.

The "bone spear" appeared suddenly in front of the two, and the spear still shook.

"he died!"

There was an unbelievable look on the faces of the two. Before seeing the enemy, they hung one.

A cold air enveloped the two of them. The bearded and white-faced men stood back to back, and the arms were in front of them.

At this time the white-faced man said aloud, "I don't know which predecessor came to visit us. We are the people of the Holy See. We have no intention to offend your territory and provoke your dignity. Please also raise your hand and let us go ..."

The head of the white-faced man turned fairly quickly. He said nothing. He first identified his identity and raised the behemoth of the Holy See to press the other. If the other attacked again, it would be the enemy of the Holy See. 2 Seeing the strength of the opponent, and not planning to pursue the death of his teammates, save his life first.

The two held their breath, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, the sky was covered with snowflakes, and the ground was quiet.

"Oh ... Oh ..."

A clear voice came from the jungle, and a figure slowly came out of the snow. The man was dressed in animal skin and had messy hair, riding on the back of a skeleton warrior, staring at them coldly.

The bearded pupil shrank, surprised, "skeleton ... you ... you ..."

"Yes ... I am the Necromancer you are looking for-Ron!"