Chapter 311 Trouble
A simple camp was quickly set up with the witchers at the center, and the witches were more comfortable releasing psychic energy on the edge of the corrupted ruins.
An hour later, the rest of the retribution group returned to the camp under the leadership of the monks. After searching by the players, the corrupted area was a perfect circle with a diameter of five kilometers.
"So, none of us noticed that there was a problem?" Li Yanlong rubbed his shield back and forth with the back of his hand, and looked at the second person in the battle group, Vittoria, with a puzzled face.
The female warrior drank half of the jug of wine in one breath: "It's none of my business, I never care about such things."
Li Yanlong silently withdrew his eyes, thinking that if it was really a conspiracy from Chaos, it might not have any effect on this burly woman.
"This is not like the style of the Skull Lord, it looks more like Tzeentch's conspiracy." Marx, who came from the castle, temporarily took over the management of the entire camp: "But from your description, this time it is obviously What Khorne's believers have done is interesting."
"What should I do with the head?" The ranger asked vaguely with a long piece of bread in his mouth.
Although the black lines on the witcher's chest did not continue to spread outward, they still remained active, baring their teeth and claws like an octopus hidden under the skin.
Silent nun Celestine stood beside the witcher, and under the complicated eyes of the witch Effilar, she touched the black tentacle-like pattern with her finger.
The black lines seemed to be frightened, and instantly retracted to the position of the heart, while Xu Yichen, who was in [meditation], frowned, showing a painful expression.
"You know, my power can restrain the corruption of this kind of thing." Celestine looked at the former sister and whispered: "In the face of chaos, we should not bless hope, for him it is the best way."
"Lord Celestine, I believe he is different. In the future I see, he is the most indispensable glimmer of hope." The silver-haired witch retorted firmly: "It is precisely because of him and us. Not the same, that's why the evil is interested in him!"
"I hope you know what you are doing. If this apprentice demon hunter also falls into chaos..." Sister Silence recalled the scene where she was still beaten when she turned on [Armed Arms of Faith], her face was a little ugly: "I'm afraid this place will become a new chaos-occupied area!"
"Without him, it's probably only a matter of time before this place becomes a scorched earth." Sitting beside the witcher, Effilar lowered his head and said desperate words in a sleepy tone.
"Don't forget that you used to be a fearless nun!" Celeste frowned, "Don't be indulging in the illusion before you all day long! Maybe it's an illusion deliberately shown by Chaos!"
"I know what I saw." Effilar's eyes regained clarity, and he said in his own voice: "The souls of the ninety-nine sisters protect me, and I will definitely drive chaos out of this world!"
In the evening, like the U.S. imperial police who always arrive late, an investigation team composed of churches and city guards appeared on the edge of the camp.
The leader was the paladin Seven, who had dealt with demon hunters and the others several times. He brought eight priests, five accompanying paladins for protection, and nearly twenty city guards.
"Our regiment leader is resting in the tent because of his serious injuries, and he is temporarily unable to meet the guests." Li Yanlong, who was guarding the tent door, put his arms around the paladin Saiwen and asked: "The last time Mr. When will the equipment be ready?"
The paladin Seven, who has no city and has a certain respect for demon hunters, replied very honestly: "Should I arrive tomorrow? I should have arrived this afternoon, but there is a small problem with the teleportation array, it seems that tomorrow Someone will send that piece of equipment over.”
An old priest coughed vigorously beside him. The young paladin thought that the environment here made him feel uncomfortable, so he gave him an apologetic look, causing the priest to roll his eyes.
Li Yanlong and Vittoria exchanged glances, and the female warrior enthusiastically carried the priest to the side of the fire with her strong arms: "It's cold at night, the elderly should pay more attention to their health!"
In terms of interpersonal communication, Li Yanlong, who is an old fritter, made the paladin tell the truth in a few words, or the paladin Saiben originally wanted to take the initiative to reveal this news to them.
It seems that the equipment made of the skin of the [Famine Alien] caused a sensation within the church. A total of two pieces of armor were produced, one has been assigned to the church, and the other belongs to Xu Yichen.
However, with the weakening of the witcher organization, many people are peeping at this piece of equipment. This time, some people do not want to give up this piece of equipment, and plan to come in person to "persuade" mere apprentice witcher hunters to give up this piece of equipment voluntarily. of ownership.
The young faction among the local paladins and priests who fought with the witcher were very emotional after hearing this, but the guy who came to "convince" the witcher had a deep background, Pastor Richard clearly told They, let the witcher handle it by himself.
"He said that no one needs to give face. In the three-acre land in the Far South Colony, except for the god of war Campas and him, no one has a face." Paladin Seven sullenly Following the tone of Pastor Li Cha, he said, "It's best not to kill anyone, but I don't force it."
After finishing speaking, the paladin Saiwen silently recited the name of God in his heart, forgiving his disrespect, and carefully glanced at the tent where the witcher was staying: "Is Master Xu Yichen okay? Do you need a priest to help him heal? We They are all very dissatisfied with this incident, and they are waiting for Master Xu Yichen to give that ignorant fellow a hard lesson!"
Li Yanlong smiled wryly, he didn't know how to answer the question of the paladin Saiwen, I am afraid that no one can answer this question except himself.
And the demon hunter who has entered the [Meditation] state, in his dream, is sitting cross-legged, sitting directly opposite him is a vague black figure, and a chessboard is placed between the two, with a black and white chess piece One fell on top.
Xu Yichen didn't ask who it was, because it looked like the black figure used to represent the suspect in Conan's comics, with his name marked in big blood-red characters on top of his head—bad guy.
PS: I feel better just now~ I can’t overeat anymore, old man