Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 156 Bishop Maca
An old man stood in front of the South Sea Town Public Security Office. The wrinkles on the old man's face were criss-crossed, as if they had been deeply carved into his skin with a knife.

With a pure white beard fluttering in the wind, a white top hat on his head, a pure white bishop's uniform on his body, and a staff in his hand, the top of the staff is a few fist-sized top-quality holy light crystals.

Looking at Karl who was walking over, Bishop Maca said in a deep voice, "Son, you made a mistake."

"Go and save people," Carl whispered to Cowley next to him, "don't forget the task reward."

Cowley nodded, looked at Bishop Maca in front of him again, and said worriedly: "Be careful, I feel like there is a beast ahead."

"Yes," Karl activated Jordan's staff behind him, purple arcane runes surrounded his body, and the arcane crystal on the top of the staff shone with magical brilliance.

"mistake?"

"Cleaning up the murloc mission, Sheriff Holland Kullman backstabbed the adventurer, I ignored it, remained indifferent, I did make a mistake!"

"I also made a mistake in accepting the exploration mission of Midas Castle under sky-high remuneration, without considering that Sheriff Holland Coleman might turn his back on him."

"When I was handing in the task, I was caught by the public security, put in a cell, and didn't escape in time. This is also a mistake!"

"Lord Maca, I don't know which one you are referring to?" The traveling cloak covered most of the brilliance, and Karl under the hood said with a dark expression on his face.

"Sophistry!" The staff knocked on the ground and made a crisp sound, and an angry expression appeared on the face of Bishop Maca, "Betray humans and high elves, sell their souls to these blasphemous creatures, and lead them here. Nanhai Town has caused unreparable damage!"

"In order to save me and my friends, these people traveled hundreds of kilometers. As for the destruction, they just did it conveniently."

"My lord bishop, I have been locked up by the security station for more than ten days. Besides these undead, where are you? Do you really believe the lies fabricated by the security officer Holland Kullman?"

"Where were you when Holland Coleman planned to kill us, it's too late to come out and take responsibility for my actions now."

"The people of Nanhai Town considered them unlucky and blocked my way of revenge. As for their death, I have no guilt!"

"It's hopeless!"

A circular circle of holy light appeared at Karl's feet. A barrier composed of holy light isolated Karl inside. Outside was the dark night sky, and the center of the circle was filled with holy light.

Standing in the center of the magic circle, the Holy Light had no effect on him. Karl looked at Bishop Maca's movements indifferently, and said to him: "Bishop Maca, I am not a natural disaster creature, maybe the Holy Light has a terrible effect on those undead. Lethality, I'm a mage who wields arcane magic."

"I don't think so," Bishop Maca smiled, stretched out his hand, and removed the six top-quality holy light crystals on the staff. After the crystals lost their strength, the staff revolved around Bishop Maca.

Then, tremblingly, he took out a grand ceremony from his pocket. Accompanied by Bishop Maca's recitation, the ceremony was full of light, and six holy light crystals quickly formed a magic circle at the feet of Bishop Maca. Bishop Ka's aura is rising steadily.

"The shackles of words!!!"

The holy light circle rose from the ground, flew high into the air, appeared above Karl's head, and faced him as a hood, and strange voices appeared in Karl's brain. As the magic circle fell, the sound became more and more The louder it is.

"Holy Light Secret Technique, Spiritual Shackles," Bishop Maca smiled triumphantly.

"What is the effect of the spell?" Karl looked up at the magic circle in the sky, feeling the huge power of the holy light in the magic circle. Bishop Maca's spells exceeded Karl's expectations. There was nothing he could do. After all, the priest was a healing profession in general, but this spell brought him a sense of crisis.

"Child, don't panic, this spell won't hurt anyone," Bishop Maca's body began to tremble, and he simply sat on the ground, panting, "Do you know about mind control?"

"Could it be?" Carl's expression was a little dignified, and he couldn't help asking.

"This is permanent mind control, which will change a person's personality according to the caster's wishes. Since I can't change your evil thoughts, I can only change your personality!"

"No!" Karl twisted his body and tried to leave the magic circle, but was blocked by the holy light shield and bounced back to the original place.

The mana in the magic circle comes from Bishop Maca not far away, and now anyone can prevent the completion of the spell, except Karl.

"Come out, Olmedo!"

The mark of the contract appeared on Karl's left hand, but nothing happened.

"It's useless," Bishop Maca said while sitting on the ground, out of breath, "The spell that traps you is called the Reverse Holy Light Barrier, and it's impossible to break through the magical spell that surpasses level 9 with your current strength. "

Looking at the slowly falling magic circle, Karl became more and more anxious. Damn, he didn't want to be a puppet whose personality was modified by others. He might as well die. Rather than becoming a stranger, he would rather go to the Shadow Realm , Maw Abyss may be very dangerous, but there is still a trace of upgrade.

"Remove the magic!"

invalid.

"Magic weapon!"

"Spiritualization!"

invalid.

"Flash!"

invalid.

Taking out a standard dagger from his pocket, Karl began to attack the surrounding shields, which had no effect except for a slight vibration to the shields.

Fight!

Carl gritted his teeth and continued to cast spells.

"Powerful Flame Armor!"

"Powerful mana shield!"

"Secondary spell defense enchantment."

"Powerful Pyroblast!"

A violent explosion appeared in the barrier, the earth groaned in the explosion, and the surrounding barriers trembled violently.

"Ah!" Bishop Maca let out a miserable cry, and red liquid flowed out from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

The defensive spells around Karl were consumed quickly. When the explosion ended, only the innermost mana shield remained on his body. In order to maintain the mana shield, his last third of his spells were exhausted.

"It's a terrifying spell." Bishop Maca wiped the blood from his face with the bishop's robe. "In order to resist your spell, my remaining life has been exhausted."

"Master Maca, why are you so persistent."

"My life is nothing... well, I have lived 234 years, and I have seen the damage that the troll war did to the human kingdom, and I have seen how Midas went from a mage to a terrible Monster, I...will never let history repeat itself."

"Son, you...your...your life is more...more precious than...the old man, I...I think...it's worth it to use my life to get...you back on the right track,'" Bishop Maca's body became weaker and weaker, almost The words made him breathless.

Carl smiled wryly, and said helplessly, "I'm afraid I've disappointed you, I don't need to get lost."

"I can't... get you."

"Accept...the fate!!"

(End of this chapter)