Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 748 spying on the evil domain

When the words came out, the werewolves, the tigers, and the white bears all trembled.

Oh, of course. The cult in the cult, the dark embryo that was bred by the dark queen Morgan. In the final battle of the wall of the world, Bedieville also fought with the dusk believers.

This evil religion advocates death and silence, with the ultimate goal of [vampus ama], and wants to drag the whole world into the abyss of darkness and coldness.

Even if their Queen Morgan is no longer in Europe, this cult is still very embarrassing.

They can do more bad things, launch terrorist attacks around the world, kill and set fire everywhere, rob children and women for living sacrifices, and so on. In short, the savage and cruel things that humans can think of can be made by this group of lunatics.

Druids are indeed peaceful, lovely, and kinder than those who are at dusk. At least they don't play terrorist attacks.

even so

"I know how evil the dusk teaches." The werewolf is still reluctant to participate in this mission: "But, thank you, we still don't want to intervene in any religious affairs. It's too dangerous to be with a group of ubiquitous lunatics."

"Is it? It's a pity." The old man suddenly plunged into the wolf's ear and whispered: "Their churches are said to contain all kinds of treasures. What the weapon of the gods, the sword of the sword, the scroll of the secret method are all this. The good things that the cultists got when they looted everywhere.

If you can smash the church of the cult, and the treasures hidden in it are yours, there must be something in this treasure that can help your friends strengthen their strength. "

As if being teased, the werewolf's ears moved. This temptation also made Bedieville's heart move.

"He knows it." He still whispered to the old man: "Perhaps there are only treasures, what are the treasures that help Ai strengthen the power?"

"You are stupid." The old man patted the werewolf's trouser pocket. That pocket just happens to store [the species of the sacred tree]: "If you don't, you won't make [manufacture] one yourself?"

Bedyville figured it out. The old man meant to sneak [the species of the sacred tree] in the treasure and let Albert find it.

In this way, the name that the tiger found is just a tiger, and Albert can accept this gift with pleasure, and his self-esteem will not be hurt.

Regardless of whether there are "good things" in the treasures of the cult, the tigers will surely get "good things" - it is a foolproof strategy. The old man of Senezel is even more embarrassed than the fox.

"Hui" Biddiville reluctantly sighed with relief: "I know that you are using us to help you rule out paganism - you are really awful. But, well, I am going to do this."

"Beddy?!" Albert screamed. He also disapproved of being involved in such religious disputes.

"Don't be wrong, I don't like to help Druids, and I don't want to teach them at dusk. But I want to get the treasures of the evening." The werewolf explained: "It is said that there are many good things in it that can help us strengthen Fighting power."

Albert immediately yelled: "I am not rare in this kind of thing! We rely on our own reality -"

"You know, Ayr." The werewolf interrupted the other side and persuaded a big circle to persuade: "The more strength, of course, the better. This will increase our chances of winning from round-table trials."

(Especially a weak guy like you, strengthen yourself! I can't stand it anymore!)

The tiger's brow wrinkled, and the black tiger on his white forehead immediately wrinkled into a funny "w" shape.

"Oh, okay." Albert was simply tempted. Perhaps not because of power, but because of the treasures that sleep in the church of the cult (hunters have very low resistance to treasures).

"Where, this is the case - Olin?" said the old man of Senezel. "Take everything and send them. Remember, you have to hide and not shoot."

"Of course, Grandpa." Olin sneered. The treacherousness of the grandson is the same: "The tiger and the wolf seem to be very good, I can take them. But the stupid bear? I don't want it. He is clumsy and can only hinder big things."

"Ilan, how long can your transformation last?" Bettiville was busy asking.

"No, no problem, I have had a good rest, can I keep it, three hours?"

"Enough." The werewolf squinted at Olin, and seemed to say: There is no opinion on this.

"Oh, okay." Olin couldn't help but lick her teeth at the white bear. It shows how much she hates Elaine: "There are sects of the cultists here, and you can sneak in with the uniform."

"My okay, how do you hide your tail?" Elbert stupidly said something.

"I think I should get rid of my tail." The werewolf said coldly.

"There are also orcs in the dusk." Olin added: "This cult spreads around the world. There are many orcs who are dissatisfied with the status quo of life."

"How come. The Twilight region has clearly taken back the sun -"

"So you don't understand at all, little young master." The werewolf vented the long-lost grievances in this sentence: "Even if the Twilight region has sunshine, there are still many poor ridges, and the lives of the orcs are still very difficult--

Of course, you are the son of the Rabbi patriarch, the great Warcraft Hunter. You will definitely turn a blind eye to these ugly and backward scenes in the Twilight region. "

auzw.com"Beddy!" Albert saw the werewolf wanting to quarrel. He immediately licked his mouth and revealed a sly face: "Want to fight? Go to the outside and fight." !"

"Forget it." The werewolf was too lazy to pay attention to Ayr and said to Olin: "Give me the uniform. Get ready to go."

"Damn!! I dare to ignore me!" Elbert completely broke out, "Go out! We speak with our fists! I promise not to kill you!!"

"Stay, stop!" Elaine took the tiger to help persuade.

The werewolf shook his head and followed Olin and turned to go upstairs.

(You don't understand my pains at all.)

One o'clock in the afternoon.

The small grass buds broke out and instantly became a small tree. The small tree is active and branches to form a ring, making the exit of the portal.

The pedestrian crossed the portal of the plant branches and came to the roof of a large house in the downtown area.

"It’s so good, it’s actually using plants to make magic.” For Olin’s technique, Albert felt particularly fresh. The tiger missed the battle last night, Olin's wonderful technique, and he saw it for the first time.

"Oh, it’s not magic." Olin worked tirelessly to explain to the tiger the operation of the [forest type]. She deliberately distinguished herself from the magician, showing how much she hates magic.

"Yes. It's fun." Albert listened carefully. "People can communicate with plants."

"Everything has spirituality, and plants are the same." Olin dropped a philosophical saying: "Maybe the next time you step on a grass on the ground, you will think that it will hurt, carefully step on it?"

"I will. I will try." Albert replied depressedly. He also began to feel how weird these Druids were.

The woman looked at the edge of the room and glanced back. She immediately shrank back: "I can only send you here. My appearance is dressed up, and the technique used is directly linked to the Druids - and the prophet does not allow We go to provoke other religions, so"

"Hey, this time the mission is not the order of the prophet?" The werewolf groaned in confusion.

"No." Olin said bluntly: "The Prophet Mutani is too upright, but he is afraid of it. The Druid Church suffers from the fact that he leads the church.

If the prophet is bright, then grandfather is the darkness under the light. The dirty things that Druids can't do on the surface are handled by Grandpa. "

(It also includes this time. He is jealous.)

"I am sorry that Grandpa has used you. But he is not malicious. Twilight teaching is indeed a **** cult. It should be annihilated as soon as possible." Olin went on to say, "In short, the reward will be given to you as usual, and the treasures in the church at dusk are also for you." For you, should it be a good thing?"

The woman looked at the werewolf and looked at the sturdy figure that Biddyville had vaguely revealed from the twilight at the twilight: "With your skill, there must be no problem. Then, everything is pleased."

Beddyville would rather not like this compliment.

After Olin was hiding in the grass that was made, Bediville, Albert and Elaine were out of the church and went around the building, slowly smashing the past.

The three orcs under the dark red robes are tall and short, fat and thin, and cover their half-face with a hood. At first glance, there is not much difference from a group of ordinary pilgrims.

But the three people are nervous to the extreme. After all, they are sneaking into the notorious cult organization.

The three people are turning around in the alley. According to intelligence, there should be something at the end of this corner.

"Hey, hey." The werewolf tried to knock on the wall. From the echo of the wall, the wall is really hollow.

"May," Bettiville tried to recall the cipher.

"May the darkness and the cold embrace you, and the infinite silence will bring peace to everyone." The werewolf whispered the secret.

Quiet.

Quiet again.

Suddenly, a small slit was opened in the wall, and someone inside said: "The sign does not seem right."

"Hey," Beddyville pressed with imposing momentum: "I have caught a cold these days, and my mind is not so good. The secret is almost OK, can't you get through?"

silence.

Silence again.

"Okay," said the man.

(It’s actually gone!)

The wall cracked open and opened a small entrance.