Chapter 233 I Am His Dog

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The God of Travelers?

How could he appear here? !

Matthew quickly calmed down, and he greeted the God of Travelers' scrutiny with a calm look.

His current appearance was disguised, and he was wearing a high-imitation Star Weaving Robe. If he didn't deliberately distinguish, even the projection of the God would easily ignore him at a close distance.

"Don't be suspicious."

Matthew secretly warned himself. He kept a high level of vigilance based on the principle of not moving if the enemy doesn't move.

The God of Travelers' gaze didn't last long, about three or four seconds, and then he calmly retracted it.

He didn't continue to pay attention to Matthew.

This is good news.

However, the slight changes in Matthew were sensed by Mary Joa beside him.

This woman's perception is amazing.

Any emotional changes seem to be able to escape her eyes.

"What's wrong, mentor?"

Mary Joa asked softly.

Mentor is the title Matthew gave himself. Like the White Helmets, he traveled around the world and joined the evil forces. How could he dare to use his real name?

Fortunately, this phenomenon is very common within the Scourge Cult.

Marijoa herself prefers the nickname Camellia.

"Do you know Mr. Jin?"

She asked.

Mr. Jin?

Matthew narrowed his eyes slightly. Didn't this guy use his real identity?

That's right.

Matthew noticed at this time that the appearance of the God of Travelers had changed significantly from what he had seen before.

The reason why Matthew could recognize him at the first time was, on the one hand, his keen perception and the other party's relatively special temperament, and on the other hand, he relied on the prompts in the data column.

I haven't seen him for a few days.

The other party's projection has become more solid, and the image looks more like a real human being rather than a high god.

Matthew knows.

Such a short time is definitely not enough for the God of Travelers to complete his reincarnation, and the other party is likely to be a woman after reincarnation.

Therefore, the projection of the God of Travelers is likely to have undergone some kind of enhancement ceremony to have the current image.

His strength has also improved a lot, at least to the level of quasi-legend.

This is the fundamental reason why Matthew is extremely vigilant.

"Mr. Jin?"

"No, I don't know him."

Facing Marijoa's torture.

Matthew showed his ability to respond to situations. He licked his lips and showed a teasing smile that matched his character:

"I just think he's sexy."

"Uh..."

Marijoa choked.

She didn't seem to expect Matthew to answer like this. After hesitating for two seconds, she smiled awkwardly:

"You are really straightforward."

As if he had heard the conversation between Marijoa and Matthew, the God of Travelers, who was aliased as Mr. Jin, cast a friendly look at them again.

"I heard what you said, Necromancer. I think you are very tasteful. Do you want to exchange contact information?"

Mr. Jin smiled slightly and took out a magic business card.

Matthew was prepared.

He handed over a thin bone piece with the contact address written on it in Baiyan City, where there is a mail room shared by necromancers.

Under Marijoa's complicated gaze.

The two successfully exchanged contact information.

At last.

Mr. Jin suddenly grinned at Matthew:

"Remember to look for me."

"I like your hat very much."

Matthew was still smiling on the surface, but his heart sank.

On the surface, the other party was just complimenting his clothes.

But in fact.

The phrase "I like your hat" is a very special slang in the East Coast area.

On the coastline south of the bay, due to the humid and rainy climate, most people need to wear hats when traveling, and the types of hats worn by different professions are also different.

It is said that at the dock of Deep Blue Port.

People can quickly distinguish each other's work by the hats on their heads.

Therefore, the extended meaning of "I like your hat" is equivalent to "I know your details" has evolved.

This kind of slang or slang originally originated in the coastal cities in the south. Over time, even the merchants in Rolling Stone Town would use this slang fashionably when they met.

The other party obviously saw through his identity.

This made Matthew a little worried.

Fortunately, Mr. Jin did not make any other moves after saying that.

One carriage after another was slowly transported out of the portal behind him.

The underground ponies, known as the small phase horses, lined up in a row in the tunnel docilely, forming a long convoy.

Matthew counted them.

There were 19 carriages in total, each carrying a cage, and the cages were filled with monsters that were twisted into a knot.

These monsters were released with sleeping spells and distortion spells.

And there was a careful arrangement of light refraction magic near the cages.

This made it impossible for outsiders to distinguish the identity of the monsters.

What made Matthew most curious was that the carriage in the center was carrying a fully enclosed cage. The other cages were made of iron, but that cage was sealed with fine oak boards.

From time to time, there was a thumping sound coming from inside.

It seemed that someone was asking for help.

Mary Joa and Mr. Jin had a round of handover.

Not long after.

Mr. Jin smiled and disappeared behind the portal.

He did not say a word to Matthew again.

Seeing the other party disappear.

Matthew secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least his identity has not been exposed for the time being, and since the God of Travelers used an alias and hid his identity, it means that at least on the surface he and the Scourge Cult are not on the same page.

He still has room for maneuver.

"Let's go!"

Marijoa called everyone to get on the road.

The underground ponies in the caravan are not equipped with drivers, but this does not prevent them from transporting supplies in an orderly manner.

In fact.

This kind of underground ponies is the underground pack animal second only to the Kunmande lizard.

They are called small phase horses.

It is because they and the supplies they transport have very subtle phase distortion and correction capabilities when moving in the underground space.

They will automatically correct the space around them according to the changes in the terrain, so as to gain more space for advancement.

This is a natural ability to cast spells, and it is passive and very useful.

It's just that the space that the underground ponies can affect is relatively limited.

It can only work on themselves and the carriage behind them.

And the big phase horses that really have the ability to shuttle directly between rocks have long been extinct in the long river of history.

But even so.

In the depths of the Underdark, in places like the Deep City, there is still a legend that the lava lord led three hundred great phase horse knights to sweep the underground cities.

Under the leadership of Mary Geoise, the convoy moved forward in an orderly manner.

The corridors of the underground world are very long, and the surrounding space is quiet and dim.

It is precisely because of this environment.

A little sound can be transmitted several kilometers away.

Therefore, it is common sense for everyone to keep silent when marching secretly underground.

This common sense further exacerbated the dead atmosphere. Everyone could only hear footsteps, slight horse hooves and heavy rutting.

This is a drowsy journey.

Matthew sat on a carriage with his buttocks. The small phase horse stopped for a moment in a daze, and then continued to move forward obediently.

He yawned.

Then this yawn seemed to be contagious.

Several Scourge believers in front and behind him yawned one after another.

"Vigilance is so low... What kind of escort mission is this."

Matthew seemed to be casual on the surface.

Inwardly, he sneered.

He turned his head to look at the white helmet, whose entire face was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see his expression and features.

And in this sleepy journey.

The convoy advanced about 5 kilometers.

Passing by an underground stone forest in front.

Suddenly.

A group of wild beasts jumped out from the cracks in the rocks.

They attacked the Scourge cultists frantically!

"There are attackers!"

Mary Geoise shouted loudly:

"Defensive posture!"

There were quite a few entourage members near the convoy, most of whom came from the Dark Temple, and there were a dozen cultists brought by Mary Geoise.

These people added up to sixty or seventy.

And the group of beasts in front of them, composed of species such as underground owl beasts, terror claw beasts, and broken wing birds, had a total of only thirty or forty.

The number of people on both sides was obviously superior to that of the Scourge Cult.

Therefore, except for a little loss at the beginning.

The Scourge Cult firmly stabilized its defense line.

Mary Geoise ordered everyone to guard the carriages and Xiaohao's phase horses around them.

This decision cannot be said to be problematic.

After all, the number of enemies has not been fully determined, and their mission this time is also to escort, and the monsters on the car are their most important assets.

Therefore, the people of the Scourge Cult fought quite restrainedly.

They mainly repelled the attacks of the beasts.

After a few minutes.

Although the fight beside the carriage was lively, it seemed that not many people were injured.

Whether it was the guards or the beasts, the two sides looked fierce, but in fact, few people were injured.

Matthew saw this scene.

He laughed even louder in his heart.

"Do you need me to use magic?"

He deliberately asked Mary Joa loudly.

At that moment.

He could feel that many eyes were cast on him, most of which came from his colleagues--

After all, the day when Matthew cast his signature spell.

Many people in the Scourge Cult saw it.

"No need!"

Mary Joa said loudly:

"You must save your mana, what if they have stronger enemies?"

Matthew really wanted to say another joke:

"But I have a lot of mana, I don't need to save it extra."

But this sentence is a bit inappropriate.

So he held back and said nothing.

That was it.

He sat by the car and watched the two sides fighting fiercely in the dark.

These beasts seemed to be trying hard to disguise themselves as druids from the Earth Society.

They often spoke human language:

"Get out of our territory, you monsters who believe in natural disasters!"

"I will tear you to pieces!"

"Mother Earth will not forgive you!"

If it were an ordinary person.

Maybe they would be deceived by their performance.

After all, the withered also inherited some of the power of the druids. They can also turn into beasts and have the ability to cast spells in the wild.

But in Matthew's eyes.

The difference between orthodox druids and withered is obvious at a glance.

He has a very high affinity for nature.

Whenever an orthodox druid turns into a beast, Matthew will find it pleasing to the eye.

As for the beast that the Blighter turned into, even if the other person is really a perfect imitation, Matthew will find it vulgar.

This is the power from the realm.

Ordinary methods can never be deceived.

"Perhaps this is how the Traveler God recognized me."

Matthew thought in his mind.

The two sides fought for a while longer.

Marie Joa seemed very patient and kept dealing with the enemy's feeble attacks.

Matthew was so bored that he counted the drops of sweat on her forehead and chest.

But at this time.

Changes occur suddenly.

Some of the beasts suddenly turned into human figures wearing green robes.

These humans screamed and rushed towards the carriage.

But they didn't get too close.

Instead, he threw large pieces of black powder with his bare hands from a distance!

These black powders look like coal powder from a distance.

Only when you get close can you feel a strong fishy smell!

"Be careful to dodge!"

Mariejoia reminded loudly.

She was shouting at Matthew and White Helmet.

White Helmet was extremely skilled and managed to avoid the powder with his extraordinary agility.

But Matthew couldn't escape.

However, he shook his clothes and left himself spotless, and all the powder was swept aside.

See this scene.

Mary Joa couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

next moment.

A low chant sounded.

A strange magical power erupted from the stone forest.

Immediately afterwards.

Matthew watched a man wearing a shaman-like mask walk out of the stone forest.

His hair was disheveled, and his body was covered with tiny bones and green branches and leaves.

Along with his chanting.

Those people whose bodies were stained with black powder all disappeared!

Matthew suddenly showed an interesting expression.

"Is this... mass exile?"

He reacted.

on the data column.

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"Hint: You used "Innocence" to remove the bone meal of alien creatures.

You are immune to mass banishment of unknown targets. "

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I see.

"First, by spreading the bone powder of alien creatures on the target, the target will be judged as an alien creature in a short period of time, so the group banishment can take effect. This casting idea is a bit new."

Matthew stared at the shaman intently, and the latter's breath made Matthew feel familiar.

He was about to take action.

Unexpectedly, Marie Joa caught him:

"you go first!"

"You and White Helmet, escort the carriage in the center, follow the direction on the map, and walk to the location marked by the black cross. No matter what happens on the road, escorting is the most important! Do you understand?!"

Said.

She couldn't help but drag Matthew and the white helmet, and forced the two of them into the carriage.

The other little phase horses got out of the way obediently.

"But we can stay and help you."

Matthew’s face was full of astonishment:

"Although they have all been exiled, we can definitely drag them back until they come back."

White Helmet also expressed a similar attitude righteously.

Mary Joa said without changing her face:

"We have a chance to hold on until they come back, but I'm not sure what's going to happen next."

"I'm familiar with the road conditions here. It's suitable for me to break up. You two, remember to guard the things in this cage and don't open it privately!"

"move!"

As she said that, she slapped the little phase horse on the butt.

The latter clattered his horse's hooves, pulled Matthew and White Helmet and squeezed past his compatriots, escaping forward unobstructed.

And behind them.

Mariejoia suddenly fought with the remaining beasts.

soon.

Her tragic figure disappeared into the darkness.

In the empty tunnel.

All that was left was the excited carnival sound of the herd.

Matthew and White Helmet looked at each other, both of them had subtle expressions in their eyes.

The carriage ran two or three kilometers in one breath.

Neither of them said a word.

But at this moment, a strong knocking sound suddenly came from the wooden cage behind them!

"let me out!"

"let me out!"

It was a voice with a weak voice and a soft voice that made it difficult to tell the gender.

The two of them looked back in unison.

"What's in this?"

White Helmet spoke first.

Matthew snorted:

"Who knows?"

"I would like to open it and take a look, but it's a pity that I might as well forget it at this time."

White Helmet glanced at him with interest, and suddenly smiled lowly:

"I didn't expect us to be so trusted."

"We actually asked us to escort the most critical thing."

Matthew also laughed and said haha:

"This shows that Ms. Marie Gioia values ​​us."

White Helmet laughed dryly:

"To be honest, I'm a little flattered."

Matthew patted him on the shoulder:

"This is a good thing. As long as we can successfully complete this errand, we may be able to achieve success in the Calamity Religion in the future."

The White Helmets didn't look so optimistic:

"Do you really think it's that simple?"

"I often hear people say that the business done by the Natural Disaster Cult is all about life and death. Aren't you afraid?"

Matthew yawned seemingly casually:

"It doesn't matter. Before joining the Calamity Cult, I often dealt with life and death."

White Helmet stared at him silently.

It seems to be evaluating the truth or falsehood of this sentence.

The carriage moved forward for a while.

When reaching a fork.

Matthew glanced at the map given by Mary Joa and chose to go left.

At this moment.

White Helmet suddenly said quietly:

"I think we should be honest. You are no ordinary necromancer."

Matthew smiled softly:

"Will you admit that you are an ordinary ranger?"

"As far as I know, even an ordinary ranger can actually force that thing to be useful when drunk."

"It is not a good habit to deceive the Patriarch when you first join the Order."

White Helmet looked stunned, and then asked:

"Didn't you cheat on her?"

"I took advantage of the chaos to check just now. Your lower body is very healthy."

Matthew's face became slightly stiff.

He glanced at the data column.

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"Hint: Your companion White Helmet stole a bone from your pocket.

The bone returned by your companion the White Helmets.

Taking this opportunity, your fellow White Helmets use "Animal Diagnosis" on your crotch.

Animal Diagnosis: The ranger's advanced ability, often found in special part-time jobs such as veterinarians, can be used to diagnose the reproductive ability of animals. "

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"I didn't expect you to be a veterinarian."

Matthew closed his pocket angrily. He counted the bones and found that the number of bones had not changed.

Only then did his face look better.

These were bones he had purposely kept in his pockets to fill out the persona of the perverted necromancer.

But it’s been a long time.

He was quite sentimental about these bones, and if someone really stole one, Matthew would be a little unhappy.

Fortunately, the White Helmet should only use this action to perform diagnostics.

have to say.

Everyone who goes out these days has a trick or two.

The concealment of the White Helmet's movements.

Even Matthew didn't notice much.

This shows that his skills are superb.

"No matter where you are from, remember not to steal my things next time, otherwise you will be in trouble!"

Matthew warned in a low voice.

The white helmet smiled sarcastically:

"Don't worry, it won't happen again."

Matthew's expression softened slightly:

"How can a ranger like you be so good at stealing?"

The White Helmet laughed:

"The relationship between ranger and rogue is not that distant. The two professions make guest appearances for each other much more frequently than you might think."

"Speaking of which, who are you?"

Matthew looked around:

"Aren't you afraid that the walls have ears?"

The white helmet said confidently:

"If I can't even do this counter-reconnaissance, then I don't need to be a ranger."

Matthew snorted:

"Before asking someone for their identity, you should identify yourself."

White Helmet thought for a while:

"How about this, let's play a little game - if I can steal something from you in front of you, you tell me your true identity first."

"Note, during this period, you can arrange complete protective measures for yourself, but you cannot attack me."

Stealing something in front of someone?

Is this guy so confident?

Matthew rationally wanted to refuse, but he was actually extremely curious about the White Helmet's identity.

So he nodded:

"Can."

The next second.

He took out the defensive poem and cast several protective spells on himself.

Then cover those pockets with both hands.

"I'm coming."

Somehow.

Matthew always felt that White Helmet's expression was somewhat vulgar.

But seeing that the latter had quick eyes and quick hands, he moved towards him to tease her.

The next second.

Matthew felt a chill in his crotch.

The white helmet suddenly had a pair of shorts in his hand!

"how did you do that?"

Matthew was extremely shocked.

Unexpectedly, White Helmet also showed an embarrassed look for an instant:

"Ah, you stole it by mistake?!"

"What I want to steal is obviously your belt..."

"Sorry, sorry, I'll put it on for you right now."

Matthew rejected him righteously, and then snatched his shorts back.

He did not wear these shorts, but put them in his Miaofa bag.

The cold feeling on his crotch just now may be the stress reaction produced by the White Helmet when he used the theft technique on himself.

He glanced at the data column.

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"Tip: Your companion White Helmet used the "Void Stealing Technique" on you, and the target of the theft was daily items.

The White Helmets take aim at your belt.

Void Thief generates errors.

The White Helmets have obtained one of your underwear (clean and washed)"

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"Void theft technique?"

Matthew snorted lowly.

White Helmet suddenly looked surprised:

"how do you know?"

“Didn’t the whale say that not many people in the world know this craft?”

whale?

Matthew keenly noticed the keyword mentioned by the other party.

Are there any whales on land?

Could it be that this white helmet came from the sea?

etc!

A flash of inspiration flashed through Matthew's mind.

"Are you Zangula?! The guy who passed the assessment of the giant beast Void Whale?"

He remembered a piece of world news he saw a while ago.

White Helmet's expression suddenly became extremely serious.

His hands were placed on the weapon at his waist:

"Now, if you don't tell me your true identity, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to be friendly."

This sentence is equivalent to acknowledging that he is Zangula, the human hero from the North.

Naturally, Matthew has no need to continue hiding:

"Rolling Stone, Matthew."

Zangula responded quickly:

"Tree-planting mage? Dragon slayer?"

There was still some doubt in his eyes:

"Are you mages also willing to be undercover?"

"Honestly, I've never seen any mage master do such dirty work."

Matthew shrugged:

"Have you ever seen any mage who can plant trees?"

Zangula thought for a while:

"Not really."

While talking.

He inserted the weapon he drew from his waist back.

"But there are quite a few undercover agents in this Calamity Religion. Besides you and me, there seems to be one more person."

Zangula said casually.

Matthew raised his eyebrows:

"Mr. Jin?"

Zangula said in astonishment:

"What? Is that Mr. Jin just now too?"

"Well, the person I'm talking about is located at the headquarters of the Natural Disaster Religion, and I only have three acquaintances with him. His name is Biqi, and he is an Elephant Trunk Man. I'm not sure he must be an undercover agent, but his behavior is really inappropriate. Like a normal person, you will definitely notice it if you encounter it."

Matthew secretly wrote down this information.

"It seems that the Calamity Cult is really riddled with holes."

Zangula stretched.

Matthew looked at him:

"Why are you here?"

"Where's the troll warrior next to you?"

Zangula whispered:

"You mean Onion? He is lurking outside the Dark Temple, ready to respond to my actions at any time."

"As for me, of course I only have one purpose in joining the Calamity Cult, and that is to stop their evil actions - although I haven't figured out what their evil actions are yet, these people have been setting up troops in Watcher Heights for so long. , there must be big moves.”

onion?

Is it the codename of the troll warrior?

Matthew asked with great interest:

"What's your relationship with Mr. Onion?"

Zangula blurted out:

"I'm his dog."

Matthew looked dumbfounded.

Immediately, Zangula explained with a wry smile:

"Well, he and I are very good friends, but before that we made a bet -

The bet is that after the loser, when announcing the relationship between the two parties, he must inform others as soon as possible that one party is the other party's dog.

Ahem, obviously, I lost this time. "

Matthew listened to the other party's explanation.

I always feel that there is something that is trying to hide something.

However, Zangula asked in time:

"how about you?"

"Why would a master mage come to a place like this?"

Matthew calmly replied:

"I have some personal grudges with the Calamity Cult. In addition, I am still looking for two friends——

One is called the Ancient Tiger, a druid;

The other was a drow warrior named Lyra. "

Zangula nodded slightly.

While the two were talking.

There was a louder banging sound from the box behind him.

Matthew couldn't help but frown and said:

"What we just said was not heard by the things inside, right?"

Zangula shook his head.

A ray of golden light flashed in his eyes:

"There's nothing in there."

"But the "Holy White Deer." "

"It is the most powerful natural soul bred by this land."

"It can only be said that Mary Joa's loyalty test indeed showed her sincerity."

"Mr. Master, is there any way you can recruit the Holy White Deer without being discovered?"

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