If Alfie's guesses are all correct, then Lucas, the necromancer, can be said to have set up a seamless game against the Holy See. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info If it weren't for the fact that the Holy See had the oracle as a big killer weapon, and Bishop Fren had predicted Lucas's plan in advance and made targeted arrangements, I am afraid that the Holy See would really collapse this time.

Even if Lucas was sent into the undead plane by Bishop Fren, as Lucas's last move, the thieves can be said to be infinitely poisonous.

Alfie was even maliciously speculating that Bishop Flon didn't seem to have made any arrangements for the thieves, whether he wanted to take the opportunity to add some chaos to the empire and stabilize the Holy See's decline.

If that were the case, Alfie would only say that everyone involved in politics was not a good thing, whether it was politicians or clergy who pretended to be high-minded.

"What are you thinking, honored guest, the potion is almost ready, let's finish the divination first. The voice of the prophet Profit pulled Alfie back to reality from her state of infinite reverie. Rebecca and Zambit looked at him with idiot expressions on the side. The Prophet called out to him several times before bringing him back to his senses, which was obviously a very impolite act.

"The Prophet seldom uses the Milodi potion for divination, so think about your greatest concern. Zambit reminded him that the opportunity to use the Milodi potion for divination was rare, because the materials needed to boil the potion were so rare.

Only then did Alfie realize that the Prophet had begun to stir the green and viscous Milodi potion in the cauldron again, perhaps because she had become accustomed to smelling it, and Alfie was accustomed to the strange smell of the potion, and even had some addictive feelings.

Profit kept stirring the Milodi potion with a wonderful rhythm, and at the same time kept chanting something in strange words in his mouth, and under the movement of the prophet, the viscous green potion began to gradually tumble, and one bubble after another burst out, emitting a green mist, enveloping all the people around the cauldron.

The green mist shrouded his body, giving him a warm and sleepy feeling, and in the haze, Alfie seemed to have the feeling that Bishop Olufi had given him when he used the oracle spell. The effect of the green mist produced by the potion was very fast, and before he could think through his most important concerns, he fell into a strange haze.

In the haze, Alfie seemed to have flown over thousands of mountains and rivers to the villages within the Wall of Sighs that were being plundered by thieves, where he saw the houses that had been set on fire, the children who cried, the young men who had fallen under the butcher's knives, and the strong men who smiled and waved their knives at the women and children...... Pictures flashed quickly in front of his eyes.

The remnant sun in the sky was like blood, and the blood on the ground was like a river, and his entire vision was a scene of bloody hell.

After a pause in the blood-colored picture, the style of painting suddenly changed, he seemed to be sucked into a heavy fog, through this fog, a refreshing green appeared to make his heavy heart suddenly brighten, a towering giant tree appeared in front of his eyes, through the dense canopy, in the middle of the giant tree there is a delicate tree house, on the platform in front of the tree house, an elf old man is sipping tea, while flipping a book bound from leaves.

The elven old man seemed to feel his gaze, raised his head to look in his direction, and smiled at him, his wise eyes seemed to have found his true body through the fog.

After glancing at the elven elf's dark green pupils, Alfie felt a tingling pain in his brain, which made him completely open his eyes, it turned out that he had fallen asleep just now.

"Looks like he really fell asleep just now. What a pity to miss the prophet's divination. This is the voice of Zambit lamenting.

"It's so embarrassing to see his saliva running down his clothes. It was Rebecca's disdainful voice.

Is there any saliva? Alfie quickly wiped his chin with his hand, as if there was really a little, and Alfie's face immediately turned red.

"You're both wrong. This Venerable Master has provided me with very important information. Profitte Prophet said from the bottom of his heart.

Rebecca and Zambit both looked at the Prophet in amazement, who suddenly had great respect for Elfi.

"When I was divining just now, with the help of the Milodi potion, I accidentally read some precious information from the master's memory. Profitte smiled apologetically at Alfi, "I didn't expect the Milodi potion to be so effective on you. ”

"Reading memories?" Alfie was startled, he didn't want to expose his secrets to others.

"Master don't worry, I found out that after reading your memory, I stopped divination in time. In fact, I only read a small memory of the outbreak of the Scourge of the Dead. Profitte held out his hand and gestured.

"Really?" Alfie asked, suspiciously, he always felt that Profitt looked at him a little strangely, was it because he was a thief?

"Thanks to your memories, I finally know how Lucas caused the Undead Scourge, all because of the Soul Ringer. Profit said with great solemnity.

"Soul Ringer?" Alfie didn't know what Lord Stowe had crushed, but the Prophet, who was also a believer in the God of Souls, immediately deduced what it was.

"I didn't expect the method of making this kind of thing to be lost. The Prophet sighed, "The Soul Bell is one of the weapons that the God of Souls has left to his followers, and a complete Soul Bell will allow the necromancer to break through to the Sanctuary with the help of the God of Souls' divine power. Because this kind of thing is too rebellious and is rejected by the rules of the entire continent, the soul god cannot send the physical object to the continent, and can only leave the manufacturing method. ”

"It's so cunning, if you leave the manufacturing method, won't you be able to create a large number of undead sanctuary?" Zambit muttered.

"How can it be that simple, in fact, not to mention whether the rare materials used to make the Soul Bell can be found on the mainland, the method left by the Soul God is also very profound, and it takes years of research to be able to crack the mystery. The method of making the ringing bell is considered to be of no research value, as is the method of increasing the success rate of the bard's hymns. At least not before, I've never heard of anyone studying and ever succeeded. ”

"It turns out that someone hasn't given up on research, and has succeeded, and that necromancer has also been promoted to the Sanctuary with the help of the Soul Ringer. Rebecca reminded with a rare seriousness.

"So we must find a way to find the evil laboratory that developed the Soul Ringer, and destroy it completely. The Prophet said. Thinking of the scene of several undead sanctuaries using the Undead Scourge together made the wise prophet shudder, so that the continent of Eliat would undoubtedly become the second undead plane.

"Master Profit, can you find that evil laboratory through divination?" Zambit asked. In his opinion, the prophet's divination was omnipotent.

"I'm sorry, but when I used the Milodi potion for divination, I didn't have the slightest clue about that lab. But what revelations have you received from those of you who are in the same circle of divination?" Profitt asked.