Create the Age of Magic

(third change)

After hundreds of deacons in black rushed into the village, there was the sound of fierce fighting in the village.

The screams kept coming from the village, which was very harsh to Yadi, but Molly smiled.

Such intensive screams can only show that the wild witches in the village are vulnerable. Also, if the deacons in black can't crush the wild witches with twice the number, they should be punished.

But neither of them had the idea of ​​going in. Molly felt that such a place was not worthy of his noble deacon in white, while Yadi didn't want to see those miserable scenes.

Gradually, the screams in the village gradually subsided, and it seemed that the deacons in black had completed their task.

But why didn't they come out?

An ominous premonition surged in Molly's heart, and he instructed the two deacons in black who stayed behind to serve him and Yadi to go in and have a look.

But the two deacons in black didn't move after entering, and the small village was silent.

"What's going on here, isn't there only about fifty witches?

What the hell are they dawdling about? "

Molly rubbed his hair frantically. Now it was obvious that those deacons were planted in the small village.

And Yadi, who was beside him, took out a handful of gold coins, held the gold coins with both hands and put them on his forehead, and whispered a few words in his mouth.

Golden ripples emanated from his body, shooting towards the direction of the village, and the gold coin in his hand disappeared when the golden ripples radiated out.

This is a three-ring magical technique for detection.

The divine spells of the God of Wealth Church are generally very distinctive, and useful divine spells usually cost money...

This is also the reason why Yadi didn't use this magical technique at the beginning. If it was an ordinary gold coin, it would not be worth mentioning, but those gold coins can only be effective after being infiltrated by divine power.

At first, he didn't realize that these witches needed to let him consume these gold coins.

"It's dangerous here, all the deacons who entered the village are dead!"

Yadi's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Just now he thought that the deacons were trapped inside because of something, but he didn't expect that they all died in this village.

None of them came out alive!

The wild witches in this village are not simply more than 50 people, but there are nearly 500 people!

This is not a fairly good witch organization at all.

It is a very dangerous one, and it may even be the source of many church witch rebellions!

He was just wondering why the witches in this village didn't run away when they arrived. Normally, the witches' perception is very keen. They should be able to clearly perceive the arrival of more than a hundred of them. .

Now that I think about it, the reason why they can't come out is because they don't need to escape. They are confident that even if hundreds of deacons come over, they can wipe them all out!

He even thought of a frightening possibility that the information they suddenly obtained was deliberately distributed by this group of people, with the purpose of getting them to come over.

If this is the case, can the two of them go back alive?

Sure enough, the two of them didn't have a chance to talk and escape at all. Hundreds of witches came out of the dark and surrounded the two of them densely.

Molly and Yadi leaned on their backs, watching these witches who suddenly appeared vigilantly.

They have a uniform dress, all wearing gray robes and pointed hats on their heads.

Even though these were all wild witches with only level one ability, the pressure they brought on the two deacons in white was unimaginable.

The two of them didn't dare to act rashly. As third-tier priests, they could easily beat the wild witches in the first ring in terms of combat effectiveness, but the quantitative change produced a qualitative change. Even if so many wild witches attacked indiscriminately, he couldn't bear it at all. of.

What's more, the two of them would not believe that so many well-dressed witches would only attack indiscriminately.

So they are waiting, waiting for these witches to show their flaws, as long as there is a moment, the two of them can run out.

Facing the village, the wild witches consciously stepped aside.

A man with perfect long red hair also wearing a gray robe came out, holding a boy with blue eyes and no pupils in his hand.

"These two are third-tier white-clothed deacons of the God of Wealth Church. If they don't have hidden power, Ivan, you can defeat one of them."

The little boy without pupils introduced the situation of the two deacons to the man with long red hair as he walked.

After listening, Ivan asked the little boy to retreat to the back. He has no combat power and cannot be involved in the battle.

"First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Ivan Seriol, two respectable deacons in white. I have something to ask you."

Ivan saluted the two of them first. He was a nobleman before and had a good upbringing.

"Celio...

San Seriol family, as a family member of the Church of the God of Flame, how did you get mixed up with these lowly things? "

Molly frowned and looked at Ivan. The Seriol family is considered to be the leading family in the Church of the God of Flame, as long as the clergy living nearby have heard of it more or less.

Why do characters from this family mix with wild witches?

Aren't you afraid of the bad influence it will have on your family?

Could it be...

He is a witch?

"The Seriol family, which has always been favored by the gods, also has a filthy existence like you!

I really want to know how the Seriol family will react when they find out about your existence. "

Molly looked at Ivan viciously and said that any clergyman has an indescribable aversion to the guy who betrayed God, even if he betrayed not the God of Wealth.

"Objectively speaking, I am no longer a member of the Seriol family. After all, my father has issued a notice and ordered me to be killed."

Ivan laughed at himself, then said to Molly and Yadi:

"do you know?

At first I was disgusted by the fact that I was a witch,

I feel that I have polluted my noble blood, even with this red hair, I would feel ashamed. "

"Then what?"

Molly looked at Ivan with disgust. He knew that he was going to say something rebellious again, but no matter what he said, he was a shameful betrayer!

"Then I lived as a witch for a period of time, kept hiding, and worked hard to support myself by relying on work that I was not good at.

But I didn't realize it until I saw more and more witches living the same or even worse lives than me.

Born to be witches, what have we done wrong?

Just because we don't like that kind of thing, do we have to live a life worse than pigs and dogs?

At the beginning, I always thought that I was a bad person and an unforgivable sinner, but until later I discovered that my concept all along was wrong.

The villain is not me, nor the witch.

It is you servants of the gods, but the gods who are high above.

The wild witch obviously did nothing wrong, but just because of his talent, he was condemned as heinous, and he would spend his whole life in hiding, and he would be scolded by the whole of Ceylon for his whole life! "

Ivan looked at the two deacons in white with contempt, pointed at their noses and said loudly:

"And you!

A servant of the gods, as long as he bows down to that kind of guy, he can enjoy the greatest power in the world, and he can have the power that makes mortals irresistible.

It's not fair!

Now I feel ashamed that I ever dreamed of being like you! "

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When I was a child, I was very stubborn. I never cried or hid when my father beat me, just the expressionless kind. Once I did something wrong. Originally, he whipped me with slippers, and I didn’t cry or make trouble. He was very angry and went into the bathroom to copy guys. After searching for a long time, I took out a toilet thing. I thought he was going to suck my head with that thing, so I laughed at that time, and then my dad beat me until I cried with the wooden pole of that thing.