It's a seemingly incompatible combination, with two of them, one of whom is a powerful Arcanist.He wore an intricately patterned, seemingly expensive magic robe, and held a staff inlaid with five of the finest magic rubies, with at least five dimensional bags around his waist and seven rings on his fingers.At a glance, what came to his face was full of local tyrant spirit.It's just that his young face is full of exhaustion and vicissitudes, as if he hasn't been able to rest well for dozens of days, and although his hair is meticulously arranged, it is difficult to hide the gray hairs on it.His temperament is actually very contradictory, that is, young and old, strong and weak.In short, it's hard to put into words.The other looked very sloppy.He was tall, thin, curly-haired, with a thin face, a firm nose, but a large red nose.He was dressed in a very inappropriate gentleman's outfit, which was tight and strange on his body, and he had a pipe in the corner of his mouth, and there were sparks flickering, and curling green smoke was constantly rising.He was surrounded by several wolfdogs that looked fierce, constantly cruising around, and from time to time he would raise his head and bark a few times, as if he was communicating something with the tall and thin man.They set off from the Colosseum, and after many circles back and forth, they found the sewer in the kitchen.They endured the stench and walked down the sewers, and after walking for a long time, they actually left the Colosseum and returned to the main road.Then, led by a pack of wolfdogs, they made their way around the corner of the alley, until finally, they came to a remote corner of the city wall and stood still.If Richard were here, it would not be difficult to find that the path they had traveled was actually the route he had taken on his escape, almost perfectly.It was here that the scruffy man named Moss, who called himself a detective, finally spoke to the mighty arcanist, "If nothing else, this is it."
They should have left the city from here, and went in this direction, into the wilderness. ”The local tyrant arcanist looked in the direction that Morse was pointing, and then at Morse himself, and couldn't help blinking, with a somewhat stern tone: "You, can you be sure?"
”Who knew that Moss's temper was even greater than that of this arcanist, his narrow eyes were horizontal, he glanced at the arcanist, and said angrily: "If you don't want to believe me, why did you come to me?"
Or, if you don't believe me, I can leave now. ”The tired eyes of the local tyrant arcanist suddenly froze, as if a killing intent flashed, but somehow calmed down again, and said, "You seem to have a grudge against me?
If I'm not mistaken, this is the first time we've met?
”Morse, who claims to be a detective, has a very keen perception, and the fleeting killing intent made him tremble, and the whole person was a little sober.After a stir, he suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not the person he usually came into contact with.The person in front of him can control his life and death, not something he can offend.Immediately restrained his mentality, Morse quickly explained: "Dekentel has a floating arcane tower monitoring, and almost every moment has an all-seeing eye to see the four directions, which is a good thing, but the side effect is also obvious, that is, after the patrol army guarding the gate has to rely on, it is a lot lazy.There are many people coming in and out every day, but in the middle of nowhere, there are very few patrols.So, could you please look here?
”As he spoke, Morse took a step forward, pointed to a footprint on the wall, and said, "From the size and depth of this footprint, it is not difficult for us to judge that its owner is about 1 blade 8 to 1 blade 85 tall and weighs about three hundred kilograms.This should be the weight of two people, but it can already be seen that his physical fitness is excellent, and the skeletal muscle density in his body is extremely high.From here, the owner of the footprints jumped directly from the city wall with a person in his arms, still without the slightest hesitation.Then, looking down from here, there must be a pair of extremely deep and heavy footprints under the city wall. ”Following the direction that Morse pointed, the local tyrant arcanist looked down at the city, although it was some distance away, but he wanted to see clearly, and he could naturally see clearly.And he really saw a pair of footprints on the grass and soil under the city wall, and the details and lines were exactly the same as those on the city wall.It was only then that he was impressed by Moss, tilting his head, he looked at Moss, and said, "Now, I believe that you are really capable, well, these things are somewhat interesting." ”"Tracing is a very complex science, and what I just said is just a very superficial thing.What we detectives believe is that everything that passes through must leave traces, and it is also because you have been looking for me for too long, and many clues have been destroyed, so I can only dare to say that there is no mistake.If you had found me earlier, I would have given you the truth of the matter. ”It's just that, speaking of this, Morse seemed to remember something, his voice was a little lower, and he murmured with a little confusion: "It's a pity, what's the use of discovering the truth?"
”The local tyrant arcanist really took some interest in him, and asked, "It seems, what great truth have you unearthed before?"
”"I, I don't want to say, can I?""
But, I'd love to hear it, so what do you say?"
Morse grinned, and finally said, "Your Excellency should have found me through the law enforcement team of Dkental City, right?""
Yes, they recommended you to me, they say, you are the best tracker.""
Did they tell you that it was I who found Eloen's head, that I found the cause of his death, and that I determined that he died in a vendetta, not the revenge of the noble faction."
Moss's words made the local tyrant arcanist stunned, he looked at Moss in a daze, as if he had heard something incredible, and after reacting, he quickly asked: "You, what you said is true?"
No, do you have proof?
That's not a small matter, are you sure?
”"All of my findings have been kept by the law enforcement team, and you can view them at any time.""
No, if what you say is true, then there is no need for this gladiatorial battle?!
yes, why didn't you report it?
Why don't you report the results of your investigation?
”Moss's expression was even lowered: "I have a friend who told me that people will only believe the truth they want to believe, and nothing else, it doesn't matter. ”", if you report it, will there be a gladiatorial battle this time?
And without this gladiatorial battle, there would be no rebellion by Walter, the bear warrior, and there would be no collapse of the Colosseum.Do you know how many fewer people will die in this way?
Do you know how angry that crown is?
Do you know how many people have been criticized and how many have been implicated?
Blame your selfishness for all this!
”The local tyrant Arcanist was clearly furious, because he was one of those implicated.Morse's expression was even more helpless, even with a bit of anger in his helplessness, he also exploded, staring at the Arcanist, he also shouted, "How do you know that I didn't report it?"
How do you know I haven't worked hard?
I didn't listen to my friends and found every big man I could find, and I even tried to break into the castle lord's mansion and was almost killed as a thief.I tried my best to tell them the truth, and I told them that it was all a misunderstanding, not a long-planned revenge, and that there was no need to create a fight between the two factions.But the result?
No one believed me, and some even tried to cover it up.And I, paying for my recklessness, lost my job, lost my house, lost my career, and even almost lost my life. ”The local tyrant arcanist was choked speechless, but he was silent for a moment, and still said: "It should be your method is wrong, if you can do better, the tragedy of the Colosseum may not happen, you know, this will kill a lot of people?"
”"Yes, who knew that it was just a gladiatorial battle, and so many people would die?
I also thought that if I could have worked harder, I might have been able to save more people.It's just that" Morse suddenly showed a strange smile and asked an irrelevant question: "I heard that the war is about to break out?"
For this tragedy, the great crown decided to take revenge on the orc tribe?
”"That's probably it, the legion is already mobilizing, well, what's wrong?""
War is about killing people, and many people will die, although we have the advantage, but after this war, there will still be many people who will die, not only orcs, but also our warriors and compatriots.So, I thought, if we catch those two guys, if we can prove that Walter was just a personal act, just to create an opportunity for those two to escape, you say?
Will this war stop?
”The local tyrant arcanist is smart after all, but after a second thought, he probably understood what Morse wanted to say, but he still couldn't defend it, and only after a long pause, he said slowly: "The war machine has started, and it won't stop so easily." ”"So, everything is still like that, the truth doesn't matter, what matters is what those big people need and what are they willing to believe?""
This time, even the local tyrant arcanist can't refute it, and he doesn't even dare to discuss it too much, because this has been designed to be under the crown of the great arcanist, and it is still in the city of Dkentel, if there is too much nonsense, it may not be able to escape the ears of that person.So, there was a long silence in the air, and finally, it was Morse who waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, none of this is important, the important thing now is tracking, is to complete the mission, we, when will we leave?"
”After this series of conversations, the local tyrant arcanist became respectful of Moss, and he immediately said, "Without further ado, let's leave now!"
”As he spoke, the arcanist unfolded a flying magic carpet, jumped on it with Morse, and listened to him chant the spell, which was shrouded in a transparent barrier, and the flying carpet began to accelerate.And the wolfdogs did not hesitate to cross the city wall, followed the flying magic carpet, and ran quickly, and the direction they were moving was the direction that Morse pointed.After they left, they were followed by a number of figures, including an Arcanist riding a magic broomstick and a Silver Pedestal Warrior carrying a silver chest.They gathered together in twos and threes, and followed closely together, and within a few moments, no less than a hundred people left together.In the air, Morse's voice faintly came: "Yes, why don't you use prophecy?"
Can you predict the direction of their escape?
Or go back in time, can't you?
”"If the spell worked, I would have used it a long time ago.Since I found you, it must be that the spell has some limitations. ”"Ahem, I've heard some news about this restriction.It is said that the last time a legendary arcanist tried to use a spell to backtrack, he saw something he shouldn't be looking at, and he was attacked and almost died.Well, you know about that?
And, that hapless legend, do you know?
”As if he had confided the depression in his heart, Morse's mood was much better, and he began to seek a conversation between the two angrily and seriously, but when he said this, he felt that the atmosphere seemed to freeze.Just listen, the local tyrant arcanist said quietly: "That legend is me!"
”"Ahem, ahem, that, well, the weather is nice today, huh?""
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It's cloudy today, so I haven't seen the sun.""
That, that, oh, I've been talking for so long, I still don't know what to call you?""
Call me Sinada, a legendary arcanist who specializes in the School of Prophecy."
At the same time, the Aegean plane, the underworld, three floors, within a swamp.An old orc with a turtle shell on his back awoke from his slumber again, summoned the mightiest warrior of the orc tribe, and gave the order: "Walter is dead, and I can feel that his heart was full of glory and pride before he died in battle.He is a hero of the orcs and deserves to be remembered forever, but now, we have to finish his unfinished business.Jacob, patriarch of the White Horse House clan and my mightiest marksman, set out with your warriors.You will go to meet the return of the Savior, and you will have your lives and weapons for His safety. ”After finishing speaking, I saw a slender and strong man, with solid muscular arms, and the length of his arms was almost dragged to his knees, and he carried a simple longbow taller than a man on his back.Without any hesitation, he immediately knelt down on one knee, beat his chest with his hand, and said, "I swear in the name of the ancestor Heroic Spirit that I, the most powerful horse archer of the House clan, will complete my mission. ”"Then go, take this token pendant, go."
The old turtle took out another pendant, a very strange and old pendant, and if Walter had been here, he would have found that it was almost exactly the same as the one he had.At this time, the pendant was burning with a faint nightmare fire, and this nightmare breath came from this turtle prophet.