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It is actually safer for Yang Qiu to appear swaggeringly in a densely populated town, especially a town where decent people are concentrated.

The so-called shadow of a famous tree, no one is willing to fight in a place like a city with a high-level black magician who has been hunted down by the famous lunatics of the Lieyang Church for many years; unless this guy is not a local , it wasn't his house that was smashed, he didn't feel bad...

After all, among all spellcasters, black mages must be considered the best at covering attack magic—the alchemy bombs thrown out by alchemists without money are no different from the forbidden magics that black mages frequently destroy entire blocks. Fabi.

Of course, this "safety" must refer to the situation where the lunatics from Lieyang Church have not followed up.

Those guys don't care about war damage or implicating innocence; as long as they can implement their self-righteous "justice", these bastards are very willing to give Yang Qiu a city to be buried with others.

In short... when Yang Qiu was still in Camerle Town, the decent people in the whole town would never say a word that was slightly disrespectful to Yang Qiu; when Yang Qiu was far enough away from Camerle, these decent people would never His anger was vented mercilessly.

"In such a short period of time, the Holy Priest Legion can be invited... Viscount Lynn is more valuable than I thought."

About ten kilometers to the west of the desolate wasteland, Yang Qiu stood on a low hill, calmly watching the cavalry who were gradually approaching.

The Holy Priests Legion of the Prosperity Goddess Church, a guardian legion composed of ascetic monks, paladins, and paladins, is also the first legion of the Principality of Shiga.

Of course, Viscount Lynn didn't have that much face to call the entire army, and it was only a cavalry team of about 200 people who caught up with Yang Qiu and forced Yang Qiu to hide the Origami in the valley behind the hill. .

Among the cavalry, there were ascetic monks in white robes carrying flails, paladins carrying sabers, and heavy paladins wearing full armor.

The chaotic pursuers stopped not far from the hill, and formed the team silently and orderly.

The well-trained and skilled priests completed their formation, and two leaders emerged; one of them was a "young" knight who had been pushed back by Yang Qiu's cannon, and the other was a ragged black robe, A black-robed ascetic with bare feet in stirrups.

Joyce Andre felt his eyes sting just by looking at the black mage on the hill, and the humiliation of his inferior words two days ago welled up in his heart...

"It's him, Superintendent Rowell." Andre turned his head away in embarrassment, and said to the black-robed ascetic in a calm tone.

The black-robed ascetic raised his head and stared at the black mage on the hill.

Yang Qiu was also looking at this black-robed ascetic monk.

In the church, the post of supervisor is often held by ascetic monks.

These ascetic monks are like gendarmes in the imperial army. In addition to supervising the behavior of the church clergy, they are also responsible for maintaining the military discipline of the apologist corps; when a battle occurs, the ascetic monks are also an indispensable combat force.

"You look... a bit familiar." Yang Qiu spoke first, "Hmmm—the black-robed supervisor Alfred Lowell?"

"Black Mage, Yang." The black-robed ascetic said stiffly, and made it clear that there was nothing to reminisce about the tough attitude, "I don't care about what you did on the territory of the Principality of Shiga. Return the Camorlanders you took away, and you can go."

"I don't want to offend." Yang Qiu said with a half-smile, "Brother Lowell, if I frankly return the Camors I took away as you wish, how will you arrange them?"

"That's none of your business as an outsider." The black-robed ascetic monk said decisively.

"It is true that I am not a follower of the Goddess of Prosperity, nor a citizen of the Principality of Shiga, and I am indeed not qualified to manage the affairs of the Principality of Shiga." Yang Qiu raised his eyebrows, "But... monk, this is not Kamol, nor the Principality of Shiga The territory under your feet, the land under your feet, belongs to Tarantan. On the ground of the Fishgar Principality, do you also insist that the people I took away still belong to the Shiga Principality?"

"You...!" Paladin Andre was furious at the unreasonable words, and the black-robed ascetic raised his hand in time to stop him.

Unlike Andre, a "young man" who is more than 100 years old, Rowell, a black-robed ascetic monk who is not much younger than Yang Qiu, knows this black magician very well...

This black magician who acted so wildly that he is almost crazy is not well-known now, but during the period from 60 to 200 years ago, this guy could be regarded as one of the influential figures in the Nabalon continent. The rumors and his wanton madness were heard all over the continent.

In short... If it were Rowell, he would definitely not have a verbal dispute with this black magician who is famous for his sophistry and weird logic that ordinary people can't understand.

"That's impolite." The ascetic monk nodded slightly to express his apology, and raised his hand to make a gesture forward.

The cavalry standing quietly behind him quickly spread out to both sides, surrounding the hill where Yang Qiu was standing.

"Why are you so anxious?"

Yang Qiu raised his foot and stepped lightly on the ground.

A huge magic circle, twice the size of the small hill he was standing on, suddenly appeared in midair.

The slowly rotating huge magic circle enveloped the entire hill and even all the apologists.

With the appearance of the huge magic circle that covers the sky and the sun, the normally insignificant air seems to have turned into thick, viscous stagnant water, pressing heavily on all the apologists and their mounts; The horses were overwhelmed, neighing and staggering.

"not good!"

The face of the black-robed ascetic friar suddenly changed, and he jumped off the horse. A scepter that looked like a dead wood appeared out of nowhere. He held both hands together and inserted one end of the scepter into the ground: "As the goddess blesses, the earth will be full of vitality!"

Visible to the naked eye, the wonderful ripples like ripples rippled from the center of the scepter at an extremely fast speed, and the weight of the air that was so thick that it was difficult to breathe suddenly dropped, and the heavily armored knights who almost fell off their horses immediately relaxed. Take a breath.

"Back! Leave this hill!" Andre yelled.

"No, no! Captain Andre, we can't leave!" Someone responded with sweat profusely.

Discovering that a large magic circle had been set up on the hill in advance, the experienced apologists of course knew that they should stay away; but... when they tried to turn the horse's head, they found that both the mount under their buttocks and themselves were killed. Dead in place, only the upper body can move!

Andre & the black-robed ascetic were both stunned. Suddenly, they both thought of something and looked down at the ground at the same time.

Among the weeds and gravel, as expected... some extremely inconspicuous and small amount of magic powder were scattered.

Yang, the black magician, set more traps than the huge magic circle above the hill that enveloped everyone!

Veins appeared on the forehead of the black-robed ascetic, and he looked angrily at the black magician on the hill who was obviously old and shamelessly using insidious tricks. Gestures, shouted in a deep voice: "As the goddess blessed, all difficulties will be—"

"That's why I hate ascetic monks. It's too annoying to be able to beat and breastfeed." Yang Qiu shook his head and sighed, raised his feet again, and stepped down lightly.

Within the area covered by the magic circle, everyone felt a strange, bottom-up suction.

The ascetic monk in black robe looked up in astonishment, and found that at the center of the huge magic array above his head, the eyes of the array composed of runes were slowly opening.

"Stop! Are you crazy!"

The ascetic monk in black was shocked and angry.

"I don't want to either. Didn't you force this?" Yang Qiu raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pressed down: "Forbidden Magic·Hell's Breath."

"Everyone! Close perception!" Andre shouted angrily.

Under the eyes, scarlet landed.

A thick blood-like scarlet mist spewed out from the formation's eyes.

The blood-like mist spread rapidly, filling the area covered by the magic array in just a few seconds.

The black-robed ascetic monk immediately stopped casting the spell, but it was still too late... The scarlet mist that had already diffused quite lightly invaded his spirit with the help of his divine perception, and his face instantly turned red, even his pupils There is a red light flashing.

"It's unreasonable, you lunatic—" the ascetic monk in black robe looked at Yang Qiu again angrily.

His anger turned into shock in an instant.

"You—Impossible! Why aren't you crazy?!"

The black magician on the hill had clear eyes and a calm expression. After being questioned, he smiled: "Why am I crazy?"

"Didn't you also open up your perception?!" The ascetic monk in black robe said in horror.

"That's right, I still have to keep this thing running, or you will run out." Yang Qiu smiled and raised his finger to the top of his head.

The black-robed ascetic stared at this guy in disbelief, and... doubted his own cognition for the first time, and turned his questioning eyes to Andre.

"I...I don't know." Andre's confusion, dazedness, and horror were no less than those of the black-robed ascetic.

"Calm down, friends." Yang Qiu walked down from the low hill casually and naturally, with his hands behind his back, as if walking in his own garden, "Brother Lowell, let alone others , at least for you, I have respect. Since it is dangerous to open up perception in this magic circle space filled with the breath of hell, then we might as well put aside the savage fights and have a quiet chat first. Let’s talk, how about watching a battle that might be very special…?”

The apologists, who were already unable to move because they stepped on the magic powder, had nothing to protest against these words when they could not open their inspiration to perceive the divinity. They could only stare at Yang Qiu one by one...

Rowell, the ascetic monk in black, took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice, "What are you trying to do, Yang."

Yang Qiu, who walked down the hill, took out two wooden chairs from the space ring, pushed them to Rowell, sat down by himself, and brought out a paper cup of milk tea with a straw...

"It means literally, Brother Lowell." Yang Qiu took a sip of milk tea and raised his feet calmly, "Holy priests are busy people, and I don't believe that you have the time to send a group of old, weak, sick and disabled back home. Camor, the person who asks you to move you will naturally not believe it."

"Let me think about it on my knees, those who pay the military expenses and ask you to dispatch for the honor of Camor, the Principality of Shiga and the Goddess of Prosperity should have promised you to kill me or drive me away. Someone they put in place will take care of the follow-up... right?"

Ascetic monk in black robe: "..."

He turned to look at Andre again.

Captain Andre, who was a Kamol, did not show a suspicious look of shock or being exposed, but was just as confused as he was.

"Sit down, Rowell, you and I are not young anymore, there is no need to be as stiff as young people." Yang Qiu took another sip of milk tea, his tone was still very calm, "Although we have never had a chance to chat, but I think If you have heard about me, you should be able to understand... I don't think much of all sects, it doesn't mean that I despise all religious personnel, at least I have respect for the ascetic monks of various churches of."

Rowell was silent for a while, then pulled a chair and sat down.

Next, there is a long wait...

An hour later, a group of ragged and panic-stricken civilians appeared behind the hill.

This is Camor Orito, who was hidden by Yang Qiu in the valley behind the hill. After waiting for a long time without seeing the black magician return, a few people came out to check the situation.

The space separated by the magic array is difficult for non-casters to see through. These panicked civilians can't see Yang Qiu who is close at hand and the apologist cavalry trapped in the array. They searched around but couldn't find it, and they were all nervous. to meet and whisper.

The wilderness is a dangerous endorsement for ordinary people. Even the beasts at the bottom of the wilderness food chain can cause harm to these vulnerable people, so they did not dare to wander around in the end and hurriedly hid back in the valley.

Another hour later, billows of smoke appeared to the west.

The chaotic sound of horseshoes was getting closer, and the private soldiers with the banners of noble family crests appeared in the eyes of Yang Qiu and the apologists, whose formation was so chaotic that they were no different from street gangsters.

Unlike the cavalry of the Holy Priest Legion, which still maintains a certain formation during long-distance raids and can quickly regroup after finding the target, the word "discipline" is not in the dictionary of these noble private soldiers anyway; The horseshoe prints left by them were interrupted, and they got off their horses noisily and searched around for a long time, but the last people still hadn't caught up.

In front of Yang Qiu and the apologists... These private soldiers belonging to several noble families argued over the whereabouts of the cavalry of the holy priests and the black magician Yang.

Not long after, a scout found the footprints left by the civilians, and after a little searching, they found a valley behind the hill.

The scout ran back in surprise and greeted the others: "This way! Those guys are hiding in the valley behind here!"

"Really?"

"Great, I found it!"

Private soldiers belonging to different nobles drew their weapons while saying so.