Since there was no way to get the code word information on the wall directly from the system, Charles could only sit down cross-legged, take out the paper and pen, and carefully depict the female drow elves on the wall in order on the paper. After returning, he checked the file and translated it by himself.

An hour later, Charles walked out of Gith Yankee Base City.

He returned to the temple without encountering any obstacles. When he was near the temple, Charles removed his disguise and used holy objects to turn it into the dark priest Ron again. He was wearing a cloak, and walked steadily in the corridor of the apex hall in the fear and respectful sight of the dark believers coming and going.

Bedroom entrance.

The Silver Horned Earl and the Withered One were waiting here. The Transformation Warlock's face was gloomy and there was anger hidden between his eyebrows. It was obvious that he had been waiting for a while and was in a very unhappy mood.

The withered Alisa was calm, her fair face covered by the shadow veil showed only a pair of grayish-white, indifferent and ruthless eyes.

"His Excellency Ron..."

Seeing the dark priest Yi-Wu Chou-Sect returning leisurely, the Silver Horn Earl was in a worse mood and almost shouted, "I have been waiting here since the early morning!"

"Oh, I'm sorry for this." The priest in the cloak leaned over and apologized slowly, with a cold smile in his words. "I'm very interested in this half-plane, so I went out for a walk. Priest Isaac asked me to come and help, probably wouldn't mind me walking around in his courtyard, right?"

Hearing Isaac's name, the anger on the face of the Transformation Warlock slightly retracted. He frowned and stared at the foreign priest coldly, saying, "Mr. Isaac is summoning us. Please go to the messenger room with me to listen to the training."

After saying that, the Silverhorn Earl turned around and walked in front.

"You shouldn't have left the bedroom." Alisa glanced lightly, said something and started.

Charles stood on the quiet hall corridor. He squinted his eyes and looked at the backs of the two heroic pros. He pondered for a second or two before following.

It is said to be a messenger room, but it is actually just a very inconspicuous small house hidden in the back hall, with green vines crawling outside.

The decoration of the house is also extremely simple, with no other furniture except for the dark red wooden table in the center.

Of course, there was a rune stone several times larger than the messenger stone on the table, and the surface was carved with complex golden rune lines. Even if the novice player is here, he could tell at a glance that this is a treasure.

When Charles entered the room, the runes on the table were already activated. The Silver-horned Earl and the Withered One stood in front of the table with his head down. A dark priest wearing a purple-edged black robe with a face covered with fear expression mask was floating above the stone, like a ghost.

"Illusion-based treasure?"

The only thing that transports the image is the effect of the illusion spell. Shir looked at the real image of Isaac, and there was only a calm look in his eyes.

In terms of identity and strength, the dark priest Ron can be on par with Isaac. Although Ron has lost his temple, as long as he is still there, he can make a comeback after accumulating for a while. Therefore, Shire, who knows this, completely brought himself into the role of "Ron".

"Ron."

“Isaac.”

The two of them met in mid-air. First, Isaac said hello lightly, and "Ron" also responded.

"The exact information, the Purple Dragon Legion and the Battle Mage Legion officially launched a crusade against our pirate fleet last night." Isaac did not look at his old friend "Ron" suspiciously. After eliminating his suspicion, he did not pay much attention to "Ron"'s suspicion.

What's more, the altar ceremony has entered a critical moment, and Isaac believes that it is impossible to divide the energy into investigating unnecessary incidents. He has devoted himself to preparing for decades of plans.

"There are wise men in the Susar royal family, and Shava and Karadnae are not ordinary people. I think they can quickly track down this semi-plane by the lamp holder..."

Isaac's tone was plain, his eyes swept across the three people in front of the table, and continued: "The existence of the semi-plane may be completely exposed within the next one or two days."

"That group of guys will definitely attack the half plane by large. It will take at least one and a half days for my ceremony to prepare. Just in case, you three will each lead a team of 100-man Templar Knights, leave the half plane, and descend to Susal, and create as much riot as possible, so that those people can't take care of the beginning and end..."

For at least a few dozen seconds, Isaac was the only voice in the stone house.

Shire has maintained calm at least on the surface.

When Isaac's loyalty, the Transformation Warlock, heard it, his face turned red with excitement, half-kneeled down, and he turned his head firmly: "Mr. Isaac, I will definitely let the Templar Knights show their swords and give the lambs Susar a course called 'Bloody and Cruel'."

"I have dedicated everything I have, including my life, Isaac." The Withered Reaction was even colder than Shire, and his tone was not fluctuating at this time. "I hope you can return the holy relics of my clan when you fulfill your dream."

"Alisa, I am a believer of the Dark King Bann, not the Prince of Lies Cialick." Isaac responded.

"Holy object?" Charles' eyes flashed for a moment, and he couldn't help but glance at the silver-haired fallen druid with his eyes.

Isaac continued to assign the three people's tasks in detail, but Charles had no time to listen.

He could roughly guess Isaac's idea.

The large summoning ceremony cannot be hidden for long, and the half plane cannot escape the serious search of a legendary warlock. In this case, for the success of the ceremony, the temple can only abandon unnecessary things and ensure the plan.

Simply put, the three heroic pros here, including Charles who disguised himself as [Musk's Shadow Brooch], were abandoned sons. And the three hundred elite Templar Knights were not even abandoned sons. They were just a group of dead soldiers who were raised and left to this day and finally had usefulness.

The Count of Silver Horn understands.

The withered understands.

The dark priest "Ron" also understood.

As a loyal and withered person who was controlled by Isaac, he could leave the temple and lead a hundred knights to death without fear, but he, an outside wandering priest, did not have such a reason to serve him.

As Charles thought, in the end, Isaac let the Count of Silverhorn and the Withered leave the house first, leaving Charles alone.

"Ron..."

The image of the priest floating above the illusion treasure was deeply staring at the disguiser below and spoke, "I will hand over the fragments of the Holy Sword Durandal to you, in exchange, you must serve me with all your heart."

"I know that Susar's professions can't really kill you. Because you are a dark priest who has understood the mystery of death."

Holy Sword Durandal? (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!