Chapter 919: The Assassination of the Prophet (Page 1/1)

"That's enough!" Zambit, after hiding his spear, couldn't stand Walker's noise, and rebuked loudly, "Walker, why are you not here with the Prophet?"

"I'm traveling like you!" Walker said innocently, his eyes wide open.

"What?, how could the Prophet let you travel through the Beast Forest, and who is responsible for his safety?" Zambit roared angrily, "Didn't I tell you to stay with the Prophet and keep him safe when I left?"

"This prophet should have made other arrangements. Walker was visibly taken aback, and said cowardly. Don't look at Zambit as a comic character in the eyes of everyone, but in the troll tribe, it is second only to the existence of the prophet Profit, and has a high prestige among a group of small trolls.

"How, you know how important the Prophet is to us!" Zambit's spit squirted Walker in the face, and a strong uneasiness felt in his heart, as if something was destined to happen.

"But the Prophet arranged for me to come to you. Walker told the truth with great grievances.

"The Prophet asked you to come to me?" Zambit's voice lowered, if it was from the Prophet's instructions, he would only have had to obey unconditionally.

"The Prophet has instructed me to come here, and then I have to give this thing to you. Walker pulled out something and handed it to Zambit.

"Visual Transmitter Ball?" said everyone in unison. I didn't expect the Prophet to be so fashionable that there was such a thing.

"Open it up and take a look!" cried the old dwarf. As soon as he saw this thing, Barnett habitually thought that this could be another back hand left by Kenobi, right?

Zambit glanced around at everyone, and seeing that everyone had a strong look of curiosity on their faces, he immediately took the visual communication ball into his arms, showing a face that wanted to whet everyone's appetite.

"That...... Zambit, the Prophet said, when I see you, turn on the visual teleportation ball, he has something very important to tell you. And the Prophet made a point of not shunning others. Walker's words dispelled Zambit's hoarding of Juqi.

Zambit glanced at Walker resentfully, he didn't have many chances to hold everyone, and seeing that an opportunity to raise his eyebrows was ruined by Walker, who didn't know the times, the troll warrior felt so depressed.

Everyone forced a smile as Zambit reluctantly pulled out the visual teleportation ball and pressed the button on it.

A projection was released from the visual teleporter, and the Prophet in the most ornate sacrificial robes appeared in it, and the scene behind him was supposed to be in the altar of the troll tribe.

"It's really gratifying to see that you're safe and sound. As soon as the Prophet spoke, it was familiar to everyone: "By the way, Walker's movements are still very fast. ”

"Thank you, Lord Prophet, for the compliment!" Walker blushed with excitement, as if he had taken it as a supreme honor.

"Where's Rebecca? I have a very important thing to tell you. The Prophet's gaze searched the crowd for Rebecca's figure.

"Me?" Rebecca inexplicably stepped out of the crowd, why did the Prophet actually look for her at this time? She suddenly had a strong premonition in her heart, and what the Prophet was going to say next was probably related to Coughren's last words.

"Sure enough, it's you! I didn't think you'd be so young. The Prophet looked at Rebecca carefully and said, he was obviously referring to the previous visit to the troll tribe by Rebecca and others, "People are getting dull when they get old. ”

"Do you have any instructions?" Rebecca couldn't help but ask. She could see that the Prophet had a tendency to continue chattering, and chatter seemed to be a common problem among the trolls.

"Oh, that's right. I want to tell you, actually—" The Prophet smiled as he said this, when his face suddenly changed and he looked down incredulously. A bloody tip of the sword burst out of his chest.

"Lord Prophet!" Zambit and Walker exclaimed, unable to believe their eyes.

Profit twisted his head back with difficulty, as if trying to see who had stabbed him from behind, but he had only been halfway through his efforts and had already left him, his head hanging limply.

The assassin behind him didn't seem to notice that he was being "live-streamed" at this time, and after pulling the dagger from the body of the Prophet, he glanced over with interest.

"Is that him?" said Leni and Celrant, both recognizing the Assassin's true face.

"Who's the murderer?" Zambit asked, his eyes fiery with fire in his eyes. Walker, who was on the side, had already begun to cry, and he felt like the sky was falling.

Celent couldn't help but glance at Leni, thinking that it would be more appropriate for her to uncover the answer.

"If we're mistaken, that guy should be Barnes......" Leni said feebly.

"Barnes?" Zambit narrowed his eyes dangerously, of course he had heard the name of Lennie, the lover he had only heard of but had not seen.

"That's right, it's him!" Lennie said with an expression full of embarrassment, no matter what, after this sudden assassination, the relationship between her and Barnes would come to an end.

"Barnes, I swear I'm going to hunt you down to the ends of the earth!" Zambit said with a grim expression, as if he had matured a lot in an instant, and his previous funny temperament was gone.

"Walker! let's go! we must get back to the troll tribe as soon as possible!" Zambit tugged at Walker, who was already crying to the ground.

"Okay, okay!" Walker wiped tears from the ground and scurried away from Zambit's direction toward the Troll Tribe in the Warcraft Forest.

"It seems that Zambit is really in a hurry, and he doesn't even bother to say hello to us. Surprised by this shocking scene, Alfie shook his head, "I wanted to give him a gift - by the way, Barnett, you and Rebecca are going back to the Ingnier Laboratory, you can't do without Zambit's spear!"

"What do you mean?" asked the old dwarf, inexplicably.

Rebecca also reacted at this time and hurriedly urged: "Barnett, don't care about explaining so much, you go after him and borrow his spear first, otherwise we won't even be able to enter the door of the laboratory!"

"Okay!" Rebecca spoke, and the old dwarf naturally obeyed unconditionally.

"Anyway, I've got to go to the Troll Tribe, too!" Lenny bit her lip and made the decision.

"I knew you would choose that!" Alfie glanced at Leni appreciatively, she was definitely not one to shirk her responsibilities, "You wait a minute, I'll assemble something for you, it can greatly speed up your travel!"

After Alfie finished speaking, he took out a bunch of parts and began to put them together, with the help of the fragments of the mechanical chapter, his movements were as fast as flowing water, and soon, a mechanical road rage appeared in front of everyone, "Miss Lenny, you can quickly catch up with Zambit and them by driving this!"

"Didn't you say there weren't enough parts?" asked Rebecca, surprised.

"Hehe, with the help of the mechanical chapter, nothing is impossible!" Alfie smugly waved the light blue wrench in his hand at Rebecca.

"Is this your gift for Zambit?" Leni guessed that Alfie had just passed it on by her hand.

"Anyway, it was Zambit who saved us at the last minute, and he deserved it!" Alfie said with a smile.

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