Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 159 Revenge

When he opened his eyes again, the holy light around him gradually dissipated, and the street in front of the security station was pitch black, silent without a single sound.

"Light Art!"

The ball of light flew out from Karl's fingertips and floated in the air, illuminating the surroundings. Although his mana value had basically bottomed out, fortunately, the light spell was a 0-level spell. For Karl now, the mana value consumed can be ignored.

An old man with white beard and hair sat opposite Carl, silently.

"Bishop Maca?"

Carl tried to speak out, but got no response.

He hurried forward to check, but found that Maca had no breath and had been dead for a long time.

Bishop Maca's eyes were closed tightly, with a calm smile on his face, and even the knife-like wrinkles softened. It could be seen that he was very confident in the shackles of the Holy Word, and believed that he could successfully save Karl's life. soul.

However, in fact Karl's soul does not need anyone to save him, he never had the idea of ​​learning psychic spells and becoming a member of the Scourge.

"Carl!" The voice interrupted Carl's thinking, and Cowley stood on the steps and waved to him, "I need help."

Carl supported the body of Bishop Maca, put him gently on the ground, straightened his messy robes, turned around and followed Cowley in, and came to the office of Sheriff Holland Kullman.

Cowley was facing the safe with a frowning face, knocked on the safe with the lockpicking tool in his hand, and said depressedly: "This thing has a magic seal, I can't open it!"

"Remove the magic!"

The purple light flickered, and the protective magic on the safe was quickly lifted.

A moment later, with the sound of "pop!", the safe was opened, and then the two were blinded by the golden light. The safe was full of gems and gold coins. Cowley grabbed a handful of gems and wanted Stuff it in your pocket.

"We only get what we deserve," Carl reached out to stop Cowley's robbery, and continued: "The final payment of 400 gold coins, other wealth does not belong to us."

"Okay," Cowley looked at the colorful gems with some regrets, nodded, opened the magic pocket, counted the finances worth 400 gold coins, and threw them into the magic pocket.

Karl took out the parchment, which was the adventure commission contract between them and Sheriff Holland Kullman, and put the contract in the safe.

"Where's Mareb?"

"Who?" Cowley was carefully checking the finances in the magic pocket, but he couldn't hear Carl's voice clearly.

"Honeymareb," Cal raised his voice, reminding Cowley, "this mess is something that only Honeymareb can fix."

After Carl and Cowley searched the entire security station, they found the imprisoned Henmareb in the basement of the security station.

"It's you?" Hernimareb stared dumbfounded at Carl and Cowley who suddenly appeared, "How did you get in here?"

"Come in."

Pulling out the short sword, he cut the rope that imprisoned Henimareb. Cowley patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, smiled and said, "You are safe!"

"It's a bit complicated in its current form."

Then Karl recounted the recent events, starting from his escape from Southsea Town, gathering troops at Mass Burial Mounds, organizing a natural disaster army of hundreds of people, to attacking Southsea Town and defeating Sheriff Holland Kullman With his sheriff army, and adventurer mercenaries.

"Then now?"

"Except for this house, the security office basically no longer exists. Dozens of adventurer mercenaries and more than 10 priests of the Holy Light Church disappeared together."

"Why did you do this? Why?" Henimareb sat on the ground, muttering to himself, repeating why incessantly.

"Why?" Cowley frowned tightly, and said angrily: "Because he deserves to die, backstabbing the adventurer, breaking the contract, slandering us, which point he shouldn't die!"

"Sorry," Carl squatted down, and patiently explained to Hernimareb: "Our companions Blake and Carol are in his hands, and he plans to behead them tomorrow, so we have no choice but to Of."

"No one in Nanhai Town is willing to help us, the old mayor is vacillating, the church is not on our side, and you are still imprisoned."

"I may be able to help you at the public security station, but I'm afraid the church can't do anything about it." Henimareb sighed, and said helplessly, "The Church of the Holy Light cannot be controlled by a small person like me."

"By the way, Bishop Maca."

"What's up with him?"

"He's dead," Carl said gloomily, "Two spells exhausted his life span, right at the gate of the security station."

Henmareb stood up, pushed Carl and Cowley out of the basement, and warned, "The church is completely helpless, you go now, before the church reacts, find your companions and leave here, don't come back !"

"Help me return the remains of Bishop Maca to the church," Carl said in a deep voice to Heni Mareb behind him, "Apologize to Leah for me, I have no intention of killing Bishop Maca, his two Spells drain their own life."

Under the watchful eyes of Heni Marebu, the two disappeared in front of the security station.

Follow the way you came, pass through a messy battlefield, and walk outside Nanhai Town.

The Scourge army had already disappeared into the vast darkness. After helping Carl complete his revenge, Hillman Midas decisively issued an order to withdraw from South Sea Town and return to Midas Castle after briefly clearing the battlefield.

After Carl and Cowley left South Sea Town, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, they rushed day and night. After a day of trekking, they finally reached their destination - the mouth of the Agate River.

The Revenge is a well-known smuggling ship in Nanhai Town. Its owner has carefully maintained it. The Revenge is over 20 meters long, and the waterline to the top of the mast is close to 25 meters. It is a standard medium-sized flat-bottomed ship. Two-masted ship.

A medium-sized camp is located on the bank of the Agate River. In the middle of the camp is a giant bonfire. Several tents surround the campfire. The most striking thing is the side of the camp. Several sailors continued to transport the piled goods to the small boat, and then the small boat transported it to the Revenge.

Carl and Cowley quickened their pace and quickly got out of the woods by the Onyx River.

"Gentlemen," said Cowley's voice, quickly attracting the attention of the camp sailors.

Several heavily armed sailors walked out of the camp cautiously. The leader was wearing a dirty Kultila military uniform. He looked down at the two of them, frowned, and said coldly, "Outsiders are not welcome here!"

(End of this chapter)