Create the Age of Magic

In the corner of a remote alley, Horn took off his mask, took a few breaths and showed a satisfied smile on his face. Even if the series of attacks just now were released with the holy weapon of Siyuan, it brought him a lot of pain. big pressure.

But...it's really cool!

This kind of rioting in the church almost made Horn addictive, but he quickly restrained his urge.

In the main city of the church like Maman City, it is actually very dangerous for the church to act. Horn can only be safe and sound if he acts strictly according to the rules provided by the Blackstone Ring.

There should not be too much movement in the city, and it can only injure but not kill the masters above level seven, otherwise it will cause the will of the gods to descend.

It doesn't matter if it causes chaos, but you can't die and cause chaos all the time, that will also cause the will of the gods to come.

However, as long as you act within the rules, you will basically not cause any trouble, and with the hidden function of the Black Stone Ring, even if the will of the gods descends, as long as it is not possessed by the gods, it is possible to escape, just like in Maman City back then. Kilberg blocking the door.

But in any case, he should have solved the troubles caused by those magicians. In order to solve the trouble of a third-level deacon in white, Horn killed hundreds of clergymen of all levels and wounded a ninth-level priest.

In fact, the matter didn't need to be so big, but Horn actually just used this as an excuse to vent his anger, that's all.

Dozens of minutes later, Horn found Franks at the south city pier of Maman City.

This pier is facing a huge inland lake. There are complex waterways around the lake. There is a sea tribe in the lake. Only after paying protection fees to them can they dock at the nearby pier normally.

Of course, this sea tribe has to hand over the protection fee to the Church of the God of Wealth, otherwise they will not be able to dominate here. There are a lot of coolie workers living on this pier, and the mix of people is a good place to hide .

Franks was waiting for Horn at the pier, eating some fruit, surrounded by a circle of crooked people.

These people are gangsters in the neighborhood. They saw Franks as a boy waiting for someone here, and they wanted to sell Franks to slave traders, but they didn't expect that they would hit the iron plate this time, Franks It's not a soft persimmon for them to knead.

Don't think that Franks is very cowardly, but his counseling is for the strong. As for these punks who are not even extraordinary, he doesn't even bother to look at them. Of course Franks didn't kill people, he just knocked them out Yes, he is very afraid of the behavior of beating the young and making the old.

Just like if he killed a magician, then Horne might come to trouble him, and Franks would not do such troublesome things unless he had to.

"Who are these people?" Horn asked softly.

"They want to kidnap me." Franks said directly, crushing the core.

"Oh." Horn stomped lightly, and invisible energy poured into these guys' bodies. He didn't kill anyone, but these guys should be unable to move for the rest of their lives. For them, this should be more important than killing them suffer.

Horn will not be as soft as Franks.

Those magicians don't live here, Franks is waiting here just because he is afraid that he will not be able to contact Horn no matter how far away.

Franks took Horn out of the city from here, and came to a remote small fishing village not far away. This is the territory of those magicians. This fishing village has well-developed waterways and can easily escape.

If the church wants to encircle them, the fastest way is to go through the pier, and there are their eyeliners on the pier. As long as there are a large number of deacons rushing to the fishing village through the pier, the eyeliner will send a message, and the witches in the fishing village will pass. Waterways extending in all directions to escape.

Ships that often fish nearby are generally not attacked by the Sea Clan, so they can easily get away.

With such a perfect arrangement, the witches living in the fishing village are very safe. Unless the church dispatches senior priests, they may be caught, but the noble senior priests seldom personally deal with the lowly witches. .

Just the two of Horn will not raise the alarm. There are many witches and magicians in this fishing village, but everyone is very vigilant in their daily lives. Even if outsiders come to the village occasionally, there will be no problem.

In the center of the fishing village, there is a huge basement under the village head's house, which is the gathering place for wild witches in the village.

Below the village head's house is just the center of the village's underground system. More than half of the houses in the whole village have been hollowed out, and the middle is connected by tunnels. Simple magic is arranged at each intersection to ensure that any outsider will be found if he enters.

Only underground can magicians and witches live a life related to magic.

The basement below the village head's house is very large, and dozens of magicians and witches are gathering here at the moment.

"Phoebe, what about the newcomer you are bringing back this time?"

A somewhat hunched white-haired old man leaning on a walking stick asked in a trembling voice, he is the head of the village.

In this fishing village where wild witches gather, Phoebe is the most powerful, but the old village head has the most say.

He was the head of the village before Horn started to spread magic, and he established a settlement in this fishing village, sheltering many witches, so the witches living near here respected the old village head.

"The newcomer is a traitor, a bait set up by the church to exterminate us. I have already killed him."

Phoebe told the story, and everyone praised his strength. If someone else was targeted by the church, he would definitely not be able to find the traitor.

After discussing for a while, the old village chief said to Phoebe and Martha: "You two have been magicians for many years. It is said that there are some cities belonging to magicians in the land abandoned by the gods. I think you two should go to Look, it's a waste of your talent here."

Martha clutched her forehead, and the old man came to persuade them again.

Phoebe smiled wryly and said: "We can be of great help here, we can provide some shelter here to some extent, and there is only a legend after all, the most important thing is to let more compatriots survive, we want to leave left early."

In the past ten years, this fishing village has sent away batch after batch of wild witches and magicians who yearned for Starfire City and the Magic Council.

Only the old village chief, Phoebe and Martha have stayed here. It's not that they don't want to go, it's just that they can't let it go.

I asked my dad to quit smoking: "Look at that cigarette box, isn't smoking harmful to your health!" Dad smiled slightly: "You have a happy holiday on your summer homework!"