Chapter 431

The missionaries of the Torch Church's newborn school next to it are very elegant and will not make strange moans when drinking drinks.

Just as they had enjoyed the "special subsidy" supplies, the missionary of the goddess of harvest and health frowned: "Damn it seems something is wrong."

The missionaries of the Torch Church's newborn sect also found the problem.

Many undeads appeared.

The Torch Church's newborn missionary grinned, revealing its white and neat teeth without any jaggedness: "It seems that it's our turn."

Intelligence officers have long been coming to tell them to beware of the dead.

The undead are very hostile to them and may attack them at any time.

Therefore, the two missionaries were prepared and applied for the protection of the local lord's army.

"Fight preparation!" The missionary of the goddess of harvest and health ordered.

The local lord's soldiers and knights lined up.

The combat qualities of these soldiers and knights are not as good as those of the soldiers in the den. Facing the stenched army with some intestines dragging outside, they are a little scared.

But the two missionaries were not afraid.

They brought cattle and horse

The cattle and horse have the power to suppress the undead.

"Keep the formation, they just look terrible, but they are actually vulnerable." The missionary of the goddess of Harvest and Health continued to order to inspire the soldiers.

He personally took the military course of the envoy of Rand. Before setting out to the Kingdom of Renza, he also underwent special military training and was confident in the face of this situation.

The newborn sects of the Torch Church on the side were staring at the battlefield, and he was searching for these commanders of the undead.

Then prepare for the decapitation strike.

He is a specialized Torch Church who can emit far and powerful flame power attacks.

Soon, he discovered a dead soul whose movement was a little different from other undead.

Obviously wise.

I just don't know if there are other important goals.

The missionary of the newborn sect did not hesitate. After discovering the target, he activated his strength without hesitation.

A small, bright ball of fire, sprinting through the air at a very fast speed, then hit the skull of this obviously wise undead.

The flames burst out and the wise undead fell.

But the undead army has not collapsed.

The missionaries of the newborn sect were not in a hurry and continued to stare at the battlefield. Even if they could not find the key target, these undead would not be their opponents.

He trusts his teammates' abilities very much.

Although this missionary of the goddess of harvest and health is careless and often talks about the countryside, his ability is beyond doubt.

He was willing to hand over his back to him.

Receive the enemy.

The soldiers and knights of the local lords discovered that their attacks were surprisingly effective for these undead.

Just as the swearing missionary said, these undead were simply vulnerable.

They were not surprised that their attack effects were outstanding, after all, they also had the firstborn believers of the Torch Church.

It is not surprising that the Torch Church's people have any special methods for the undead.

In short, no matter what, after realizing that the enemy is weak, morale is very strong.

Soon, the undead disintegrated.

Several undead escorted a man in black robe to evacuate.

The newborn believers tried to attack twice, but did not kill them, so they stopped.

I didn't chase it, it's dusk now, it's night soon, and humans don't have the ability to fight at night.

And just as they wanted to order the team to be withdrawn, a team of black-robed men on horseback defeated the escaped undead and the Scourge in their sight, and then pressed the men to the horses and left.

Both missionaries frowned when they saw this scene.

But they did not move.

After a while, when it was already dark, another team of men in black robes appeared at the entrance of the village.

Under the black robe is the heraldic emblem of the Nicholas family.

Chapter 461 The conspiracy was revealed, it was

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In the night.

The cold assassin girl wearing a mask meets two missionaries.

"I am Elsa." Elsa said in a slightly cold voice, "I am chasing a team of black-robed knights. Have you ever seen them?"

The two missionaries were shocked.

Inspector Elsa.

The god of death in the night.

I have basically heard of this name from all over the den.

Perhaps for Rand and Elsa himself, this title can only cause shame.

But for the middle and lower levels of the den, it is indeed the confidence.

The inspector under the Duke of the Moon is an extremely powerful assassin.

Both missionaries knew Elsa and were in great awe of this powerful assassin.

After Elsa reported her name, she reported: "Sir, we have seen that after we repelled the attack of the undead, a team of black-robed knights chased the undead to death. They were very powerful, but I believe they would never be. Will be your opponent."

Elsa disliked the compliments of the two missionaries, and after asking them for some details, she left with the knights riding on horseback.

The special operation force of the den is just formed.

Most of them are carefully selected and good at fighting.

Some came from the army, some were adventurers, some were bandits after the Burning Land was transformed, and the citizens of the White Country.

Their sources are complex, but without exception, they are loyal enough to Rand.

While their reasons for loyalty may vary, Rand trusts them quite well.

With the intelligence, the Special Operations Force quickly found the traces of the mysterious army.

After a while, I can see it from afar.

Finding himself being tracked, the mysterious black robe army tried to speed up and stretch for a while.

But unfortunately, the mount of the Special Operations Force is a cattle and horse.

The cattle and horse have the endurance and speed that normal mounts do not have.

The horses of the mysterious black robe army were soon panting and were caught up by the special operations forces on the den riding cattle and horses.

After knowing that it was impossible to get rid of it, the mysterious black-robed army no longer tried to distance themselves, dismounted and waited for the special operations troops of the den to approach.

Both sides are black robes.

Elsa did not get too close with the special operations forces either.

The moonlight is hazy, and the unbright moonlight floats in the night sky, covering everything in a hazy light.

In the middle of this vast wasteland, two teams were quietly confronting each other.

They were all wearing wide black robes, and their wide hoods covered most of their faces, but under their robes, the moonlight occasionally shone cold light.

The hazy and swaying moonlight shone on their black robes, bringing out a layer of strange silver edges.

Elsa did not act rashly.

Although in judgment, what shameful conspiracy this team should be doing is not conducive to the work of Rand, the Duke of Moon.

But at least so far, judging by their actions, they are all chasing the undead and have not taken any action against humans outside the Scourge Cult, so Elsa will not directly rule out the possibility that these people are "just" camps.

"I am Elsa, the inspector of the Duke of Moon." Elsa introduced herself softly, "On behalf of the Duke of Moon Rand, I would like to greet you."

Under the not-so-bright hazy moonlight, Elsa in black robe was a vague black shadow.

Elsa, the best assassin, was like a erratic ghost in the darkness.

Moreover, the ordinary top assassination would not be as good as Elsa.

"What's the matter?" The group of men in black robes were dismounted, and a man in black robes, who was one head taller than Elsa, looked at Elsa in a daze.

"The Duke of Moon is admired by all the righteous acts of destroying the undead. I want to invite you to join the Duke of Moon to eliminate the evil undead together." Elsa asked herself to explain as kindly as possible.

"No need, thank you." The man in black robe refused.

"Then at least discuss the scope of work to encircle and suppress the undead. This will not only improve work efficiency, but also not easily lead to missed..." Just as Elsa was about to continue speaking.

The opponent has already taken action.

The man in black robe lowered his body, and then his whole body shot out like a spring.

"Ding!" A crisp metal collision sound echoed in the quiet night sky.

Elsa's dagger accurately blocked the black-robed man's dagger.

Daggers intertwined, sparks burst out.

Through the hazy moonlight, Elsa saw the attacker clearly.

It was a pale face and blood-red eyes.

If there is no error in the judgment.

The race should be - vampire.

"Vampire." Elsa sneered.

The creature in black robe refused Elsa's comments and just launched the next attack.

With the fierce sound of the wind, it was so fast that it was almost impossible to capture.

Elsa's body reacted in a surprising way, her waist bent back at an incredible angle, almost parallel to the ground, seemingly obscuring the vampire's claws.

At the same time, her right leg suddenly kicked out like an arrow shot from a full bowstring, hitting the vampire's lower abdomen.

The vampire did not expect Elsa to have such a flexible body and a quick counterattack. She was kicked straight and staggered back a few steps.

Elsa pursues, but is blocked by the vampire's dagger.

Elsa frowned.

"The best." Elsa made a judgment.

The highest level is an extremely rare existence.

It is impossible for a mortal to be the best.

From an ordinary person to a professional rank, you can succeed without relying on talent. Then you can use potions and then practice each professional skill to perfection after countless training. You can be considered an elite professional.

But further up, it is incredibly difficult. There is no clear path in this world, which makes people advance from elite level to superior level.

The body of the superior profession has begun to change, and the superior profession of humans can no longer be regarded as the same species as their tribe.

Perhaps on the battlefield, a superior profession can only fight seven or eight, and at most a dozen experienced and fully armed soldiers.

But essentially, the body has changed.

Otherwise, how could a mortal run so fast, jump so high, and have special abilities?

And reaching the highest level is impossible.

Although the den brings together nearly ten of the best people, there are many top professionals.

But in fact, many principalities, together, do not have ten superiors, and maybe none of them have five superiors.

Those who reach the highest level will have some, beyond ordinary people's abilities.