Chapter 130 The Viscount Who Lives

After a fierce battle, the council hall in the castle was devastated beyond recognition. Those treemen destroyed all the doors and windows, and the venom dripping from their bodies made the originally luxurious and exquisite carpet smell pungent, and Gawain's final blow made it even worse. It shattered the entire floor in the southeast corner of the council hall, and opened a large hole in the wall that reached the ceiling. No matter how you looked at it, the house had to be repaired.

But the Leslie family was even more troubled by this disaster, and the cultists still escaped.

The End of Everything, a heretical sect formed by fallen druids, their sorcery is really hard to guard against.

Pittman immediately began to prepare ritual spells to track the aura of the cultist: According to him, there are many restrictions on escape spells in such emergencies, especially since Druids are not good at running. Most of its transfer spells need to use the power of plants, so the opponent is likely not to run far, and it is very likely that they are still in the castle after a transfer.

But just as the old Druid took out the leaves and ointment for casting the spell, a loud noise suddenly came from the dark night.

It was the sound of the crystal grenade exploding, and the direction seemed to be exactly where the Byron Knight was!

Gawain's expression changed suddenly, and he suddenly realized what happened: "Quick! Go to the outer porch area!"

However, by the time they arrived at Byron's location, the cult had disappeared.

They only saw a piece of vines torn apart by the blast shock wave, the remains of flesh and blood scattered on the ground, and the middle-aged Mr. Knight standing beside the wall with a helpless expression on his face.

Gawain looked at Byron: "You'd better tell me that cultist was shattered by your crystal grenade, and he is the one on the ground."

Byron spread his hands helplessly: "Then if you're willing to listen to this, I'll tell you that."

Gao Wen: ""

"The floor is really part of that guy, but I didn't expect a legal profession to have such a strong body," Byron explained what had just happened, "Then the grenade exploded, but the guy's reaction was too much. Quick, the grenade was far away from the explosion at the moment of the explosion, and there was still a lot of life-saving things hidden on him. As a result, an arm was broken in the end. He himself escaped into the forest behind the castle and disappeared. I wanted to track it, But the moment he entered the forest, his breath seemed to disappear."

"It's a Druid after all." Gawain frowned. What happened on Byron's side was really twists and turns. First, the cultist accidentally bumped into Byron, who was in a weak state, and then the illiterate cultists took over Lei Banyan. Explosion technique, and then the cultist who was smeared on his face with a flaming explosion even ran away. He can only say,

That guy really deserves to die, he is not destined to die tonight.

Gawain knew very well that he had inflicted heavy damage on the other party. Under the circumstances at the time, even if he ran away with magic, it was impossible for the cultist to completely escape the aftermath of the steel storm. Wu Shuangxiu is still a kryptonite warrior. Under such circumstances, he can still keep life-saving props on his body. Rich people's gameplay, rich people's gameplay.

"It's impossible to catch up," Pittman said regretfully, looking at the dense forest behind the castle, which grew along the western slope of the Tanzanian mine, and was always connected to the distant forest, "Druid got into the forest and just With our current staff, don't expect to find it."

"We let go of a hidden danger." Knight Philip said in a solemn tone.

"No, according to Doomsday's habit, their actions in an area fail and their whereabouts are revealed, then they will never act again for a period of time unless there are important enough targets for them to sacrifice members of the organization at a large number," Pete said. Man shook his head, "A druid cult that is not good at fighting professions can survive and grow to this day, not because of recklessness."

"Anyway, we have at least resolved the crisis in this place," Gawain sighed, suppressing his displeasure, and quickly ordered, "Pitman, go to the atrium and find a way to remove the magic from the victims, how much you can save. How much, Byron, Philip, you two are going to help too."

Life was at stake, and the three received the order without delay. They immediately nodded in agreement, and took the order to leave.

"The two of us in the hall just now," Gawain looked at Amber again, "that poor Viscount Andrew is still hanging out."

As he spoke, he turned his head, preparing to leave the roof.

But just before he was about to take a step, a sudden flash of light in the darkness caught his attention.

Gawain stopped immediately and came to the spot where the faint light flashed just now to take a closer look. Soon he found what he was looking for among the messy vines and leaves that were beginning to wither: it was a small section of blackened and broken fingers. , with a small ring on his finger.

This is clearly the remnants of the black robe cultists.

"Hey, you also have the habit of searching for corpses after fights. I thought you were such a decent person." Amber came over curiously, but he was attracted by the things in Gawain's hands, "Hey? Ring? And it's not broken?!"

Gawain took the small ring off the carbonized finger without much effort. Half of the ring's surface had been blackened, but the rest of the ring was still shimmering with bright silver under the stars. , This "ornament" that theoretically directly faced the explosive power of the crystal grenade, as Amber said, was not damaged at all!

After a little rubbing, it's still pretty bright!

Gawain looked at the ring, frowning slightly, he vaguely felt that this thing was a little familiar.

Soon he remembered where he had seen something similar.

Gao Wen took off his gloves, and he was wearing an identical ring on his hand!

That's right, that's it

"I'm going for a token of love?!" Amber suddenly shouted, "I wear the same ring as this cultist! What's the relationship between you two?!"

"If you keep yelling, I'll slap you to the ground with a sword, do you believe it? You can't even pry it out!" Gawain glared at Amber, then lowered his head and put the two rings together, "It looks like it's Mithril. Ring"

"The ring of mithril?" Amber then vaguely remembered where the ring on Gawain's hand came from. She remembered the trip to the royal capital a few months ago, and the one named mylittlepony that Gawain mentioned. Although the agent of the Mithril Treasure House was unable to meet the agent at the time (she was beaten up on the spot, she didn't see her face, so she didn't meet), but the ring that Gawain got from the agent was I have seen, "The Mithril Treasure?!"

Then she reacted: "You mean, that cultist is likely to be a 'senior customer' of the Mithril Treasury just like you?!"

"This kind of ring can't be handed out casually, and if it's not an important item, it's impossible for a cultist to take this thing with him when he comes out to take revenge on society," Gawain nodded, "It seems that the Mithril Treasury The business is really big.”

Amber was stunned: "They are not afraid that the cultists will 'return' them too?!"

Gao Wen smiled indifferently: "They dare to take orders from the Elemental King, why dare not?"

Afterwards, he carefully searched for the traces left by the cultists on the roof, but there was nothing else to gain except the ring at hand.

Everything else was really smashed to pieces.

Afterwards, the two returned to the hall where they fought before. The lord of Tanzanian Town, Mr. Andrew Viscount of the Leslie family, was still there.

In fact, he couldn't go anywhere else and was eroded and tortured by the sorcery of the fallen Druid for so many days. In addition, he didn't have any extraordinary strength, and he could barely obtain a little magic ability through the improvement of potions. Viscount Andrew's spell resistance and physique are not much different from ordinary people, and he is even weaker because of the usual overdose. Even if he is no longer affected by sorcery at this time, his weak limbs are not enough to make him weak. He moved places.

He could only collapse on his chair, watching helplessly as a group of people beat and killed half of his hall, watched them leave, and watched Gawain and Amber come.

The only thing that is fortunate is that the aftermath of the previous battle did not affect him, and the Viscount is still intact.

"The cultists have run away," Gawain said without concealment when he came to Viscount Andrew, "but he shouldn't come back any time soon."

Mr. Viscount, who survived hard, rolled his eyes with difficulty, he took a few deep breaths, and his joy and worry were revealed on his face, but he still said weakly at first: "Thank you for your rescue, Your Excellency, I now feel that getting along with you is the best decision I've ever made in my life. I'm starving to death, can you give me some food first?"

Gawain shook his head, reached out and took out a small crystal bottle from his arms: "Although I really want to give you a full meal now, you'd better drink this first."

Viscount Andrew looked at the vial suspiciously: "This is"

"The potion prepared by the Druids in my territory can replenish your stamina and repair your internal organs." Gawain removed the cork of the medicine bottle and brought it to the mouth of the man who couldn't even hold the medicine bottle. "Your organs are dying. Eating food at this time can only make you die. You have to use potion to ease this breath."

Although Pittman often sold useless "lucky ointment" on the territory, the functional potions he prepared were still useful. Not long after drinking the stamina potion, Viscount Andrew's complexion improved significantly. .

Gawain then asked: "About that cult, can you tell me any information? How could you be targeted by an organization like the Society for the End of Everything?"

Viscount Andrew tried his best to twitch his face, as if he wanted to make a wry smile, but in the end he couldn't do it, he could only sigh: "Oh, it's only my fault that I dug up something that shouldn't be dug up."

"I dug up something that shouldn't be dug up?" Gawain frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I dug up a fragment of the Eternal Slate" 8)