"Ma'am, I'm going to confirm with you again. If Brother Charlton were Les Pockelt, the corpse collector, how would you deal with it? ”

Fang Qiuling had already made a basic judgment that the corpse collector Les Pukelt must die. Armed with the Dark Dagger, his danger increased dramatically. If you don't want to see the undead in the Mist Lake in advance, it's best to ask him to step back from the stage in time.

As for whether this guy was innocent, the purpose of finding the ancient god sacrifice weapon, and the purpose of transforming into a lich, Fang Qiuling said that he didn't care at all. The opposition between the living and the dead is natural, and there is no need for a reason—there is no time to pay attention to the tragic story behind him, and there is no interest in running for him and seeking justice for him.

The struggle for the throne has always been brutal. If you're in the middle of it, be prepared to pay the price. I hope that the whole family is safe, so honestly guard the one-third of an acre of land in one-third of my house, and be a happy little landlord. If you want to gain power and status, but you don't want to give, how can there be such a good thing?

Without hesitation, Lady Moegre said, "Study the spells of the Dark Taboo, no matter what their identity is, and kill them!" ”

"Even if he toiled in the temple and did a great job?"

"Yes, even if he toiled in the temple, he deserved to die."

Fang Qiuling's gaze collided with that of Ms. Moghley. Faintly, it seemed that their wills were clashing fiercely in the void.

"Ma'am, can I trust you?"

"I don't know what trust you mean."

"Obey the holy scriptures of Notos and keep the oath that the gods have made on top of the world."

"Of course." Lady Mogree touched her chest with her right hand, "Everything is under the witness of my lord. ”

Fang Qiuling also touched his chest with his right hand and saluted: "Everything is under the verification of the 'nameless one'. ”

Lady Moghley's pupils contracted instantly, and she hung her head silently as a sign of humility.

On the upper level of the throne exalted by the gods, there is a nameless god. The gods are more powerful beings than the gods, and their power cannot be described in any language, so their existence cannot be recorded in any kind of writing. Even the Book of Genesis of the Golden People of the First Age does not contain a single word of this god, so much so that the arcanists who established countless miracles in the Second Age once thought that the gods were nothing more than the imagination of ancient scholars.

However, the gods do exist, and because they are unknown, they are often referred to as "nameless". He doesn't answer mortal prayers, he doesn't answer the requests of the gods, as if he doesn't care about the world at all. But Fang Qiuling knew that this "nameless one" was an embodiment of the will of the world.

The existence of the Nameless One is like the Heavenly Dao in the Xianxia world. Heaven is selfless and ruthless, and so are the nameless. As an advent, Fang Qiuling is equivalent to a messenger sent to the world by the nameless, and it is natural to borrow a name. But if you want more support or help, I'm sorry, let's wash and sleep, I have everything in my dreams.

Rather than a messenger, the Adventist is actually more like a catfish thrown into a school of sardines, a tool fish that stirs up a pool of stagnant water so that more sardines can survive. In fact, Fang Qiuling wanted to be a salted fish, the kind of big salted fish that lay still and occasionally turned over.

After reaching an agreement with Lady Mogre, Fang Qiuling would no longer hide it: "Judging from the pattern on this mechanism, this dark path should have been built after the battle of the Sages. It just so happens that I've studied the changes in architectural styles after the Battle of the Sages, so I know a little bit about it. I'll help identify the road below as soon as possible. ”

This entrance is in the backyard of the temple, and even if this is over, this entrance will become a well-guarded place. So it's better not to fall behind. It is the knowledge gained from books, rather than the experience of going down and going through it yourself, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble later.

"Try not to make a sound when you go in, those 'cuties' are very sensitive to sound." Fang Qiuling told before stepping into the underground passage, "If you want to communicate, try to gesticulate." ”

Lily's head had an extra question mark: "Cutie? ”

"Yes, big rats, big spiders, big snakes."

"Phew! Where are these things cute! ”

"I'm talking back, can't you hear me?"

"Humph!"

Lily wouldn't admit she hadn't heard.

Compared to the paladins of other gods, the paladins of Eros are generally more "delicate" and "pampered". Their fighting power is not bad, but the standards of daily life are relatively high, which is a well-established fact, and the members of the Temple of Eros never argue with this. As a result, it is rare to see the Holy Knights in "dirty" places, such as sewers, swamps, and so on. Although the underground passage in front of me seems to be relatively spacious, it is not much different from the sewer in nature, except that it does not smell. Paladins of Eros usually don't set foot in it, because it's "too indecent"! What's more, this is still a female paladin.

Whether it's mice, spiders, or snakes, women usually let out high-pitched screams when they see them. I didn't know that Lily would scream loudly when she saw it......

"Also, don't let anyone go it alone, don't leave the team." Fang Qiuling's subsequent words were a little cold, "If any unlucky ghost is 'dragged away' by the ghoul and expects others to come, then there is no need to wait." I suggest that I kill myself by wiping my neck directly, otherwise I will suffer from Ling Chi at that time. Or more painful than dead. ”

Pastor Ed and the new female pastor were silent. They clearly remembered that Brother Charlton had gone it alone, had left the group a little, and had been dragged into the darkness by the ghouls.

"Finally, everyone poured a few sips of holy water into their mouths. No. 7 holy water is fine, and if you don't use high-end goods, it's also a waste to use high-end goods. Fang Qiuling paused slightly, then continued, "Our enemy is basically certain, it is the dead, and among them there are necromancers who are proficient in necromancy. If you don't want your dead body to be used by necromancers and don't attack your former friends, then take a few more mouthfuls! When the holy water encounters negative energy, it will be directly incinerated, which will make the necromancer directly 'coax' and burn when he tries to wake up your corpse. ”

Everyone did the same at once, and they all took out the holy water and poured it into their mouths. The new female pastor choked, and the chest of the priest's robe was wet.

"Are you all ready? I don't have much more to say. Now let's improvise. Fang Qiuling looked around, then sighed slightly, "Let me remind you first." Old Ed took so many people down for a ride, even if he didn't do anything, the 'ecosphere' below must have been messed up. The 'cutie' inside is estimated to have turned the world upside down in order to grab the turf now. So please don't do anything superfluous. ”

"Got it......"

Pastor Ed's voice was weak.

I didn't pay attention to what I should have paid attention to, and I basically made mistakes that I shouldn't have made all over again. When he was purging the orcs, Elder Ed was somewhat contemptuous and dissatisfied with Fang Qiuling, thinking that Fang Qiuling was just a gentleman who came to mix qualifications and achievements. Especially when he had just heard that Fang Qiuling was not inferior to Brother Charlton, and that Ms. Moghley had also announced that the oracle would endorse him, the dissatisfaction had almost reached the brink of exploding.

But now it's okay, and the dissatisfaction or anything is gone. Pastor Ed had just been a balloon full of air that almost burst, and now the balloon was completely deflated. If you don't accept it, this damn aristocrat is really capable, not the kind of wretched person who plays tricks.

"Okay, it's all set. Then let's go! ”

Ms. Moghley was then convinced.

The goals and treatment plan have been confirmed, and the precautions have been highlighted. Then it's time for the specific implementation phase. Everyone who participated in the operation poured a small sip of the Dark Vision Potion, and then, with Lady Mogre as the spearhead, the two male paladins broke off and stepped into the underground passage.

The taste of the Dark Vision Potion was so bad that everyone frowned and entered the underground passages. I had long known that the taste of this potion was extremely bad, and it could be seen from the raw materials, so Fang Qiuling took out a small ornament from the storage bag and pinned it to the neckline.

This trinket is in the shape of a ninja dart, and was used the last time I entered the underground passageway. It also provides the wearer with the spell effect of Dark Vision, which lasts longer and is more effective than flasks.

- It's great not to have to experience the terrible taste of the Dark Vision Elixir!

There was silence in the underpass. Even though the morning sun had already sprinkled its light on the ground, the underground passage was still pitch black, no different from night.

Lady Mogre drew her crosssword, tried to swing it a few times, and shook her head.

The underground passage is still relatively spacious, about two meters and a half to three meters high, and the width is about this distance. Two people walking side by side is not a big problem. However, the cross swords of the paladins are generally more than one meter five, and using the cross sword at this width is bound to stumble.

Fang Qiuling, who was in charge of guiding the way second, didn't say much when he saw this, and silently handed over the mace and round shield in his hand.

The mace was taken from a priest who didn't come down, and it was silver-oozing, and every hit on the undead should be a "critical hit". The round shield was asked from a paladin back-up, and it was not very special, but judging from the fine winding on the handle of the shield, the owner of the round shield obviously cherished it. There were several other items of the same weapon and shield in his storage bag, all of which he asked the priest and paladin for before coming down.

Miss Moghley took the mace and shield, swung it a few times, and nodded. took the lead. Fang Qiuling held the blow of Zhanguang in his hand. But instead of drawing his sword, he drew about a quarter, keeping an eye out for the exposed quarter of the blade.

- A new use for the Strike of the Light, the Undead Radar!

It didn't take long to move forward, and soon we reached the first fork, a staggered crossroads. Under the influence of dark vision, you can see the extremely messy footprints on the ground at the intersection. Apparently there are a lot of people who have walked by, and more than once. Most of the footprints came from the left passageway, and then turned left into the road in front of you, and there were also many footprints on the road ahead.

- How many circles have you been doing around this place before?

Fang Qiuling's gaze couldn't help but drift to Pastor Eddard, who was half a body behind him.

- I want you to take care of it!

Pastor Eddard's face didn't seem to look good, but it was impossible to see whether his face was pale or red.

Round after round, there is no doubt that Pastor Ed left behind. Left turn, left turn, left turn, several circles. But they finally "got the hang of it", turned right once, and then found the entrance. Of course, it's more likely that they noticed the vibration and sound when the mechanism was turned on, and followed the sound to find it.

The line stopped before the first fork. Fang Qiuling cautiously poked her head out, pretending to identify it, and then patted Ms. Mogre on her left shoulder, and then the person shrank back again. Tapping the left shoulder meant going to the left, and Ms. Mogre understood, and turned left. At the next fork in the road, it was still the same.

The upper three floors of the underground passage are connected by stairs, and there is more than one staircase for each floor. However, from the fourth floor, there is only one passage left up and down. In particular, the passage from the third floor to the fourth floor has to be entered and exited through the mechanism.

Most of the corpse collectors Les Pukelt had gone to the "Abnormal Human Research Center" on the fifth floor, which was a laboratory soaked in all kinds of strange corpses. Most of the children will have nightmares for a few days.

Fang Qiuling's original plan was to go straight to the laboratory. However, considering that he "acquired the knowledge of the underground passage from a book", it is not good to be too familiar with the underground passage. So take a little detour and have a few dealings with the "cuties" of the underpass. I hope that all of you here do not have dark phobia, claustrophobia or other diseases.

The study of magic requires a lot of time and effort. Occasional bursts of inspiration can greatly advance the process of research, but it is unrealistic to expect multiple bursts of inspiration in a short period of time, and then make a leap in strength in a short period of time. Therefore, Fang Qiuling was not worried that the slight delay in the journey would make the corpse collector Les Pukelt stronger.

Moreover, Fang Qiuling also knew that the boss on the first floor of the "guarding" underground passage, the huge and bloodthirsty mouse, had a magic item in its lair that could be used immediately, and it would definitely give the corpse collector Les Pukelt a big surprise at a critical time.

The strength of this rat boss is actually not very strong, and Fang Qiuling, who is in the black iron rank, can handle it by himself. But because it's in a lair, it's surrounded by its "people." It will be very difficult for a single brush, which is the kind of difficulty that ants bite and kill elephants, so it is best to form a team and go together.

Now that there are so many paladins around who are read as teammates and strong writers, it is definitely the best time. If you don't take advantage of it, that's really called waste.

So through two more forks in succession, a bright point of light appeared in the field of vision. The point of light is in the shape of a mouse, about the size of a cow!