The style of the magic lamp is roughly similar to the oil lamp I saw in the early years, except that the lamp oil burns inside, but the magical element that dilutes the solid.

In the dim light, the ancient long box seemed ordinary and unconventional, and the wood was a little decayed; two hundred years may have been too long, making the wooden box unable to withstand the crushing of dust.

"This is the relic of the knight back then. The ancestor kept this precious thing for him for the descendants he found," sighed, "Although the knight did not leave his name, the ancestor once said that he was a real knight."

Loyalty, faith, glory, courage, this is the belief that the knight should have.

"This is the story I heard in my grandfather's mouth when I was a child. At that time, my grandfather was as old as me..." The old mayor began to slowly tell the story of the Knight of the Rain Night, full of memories and sighs.

So, several people started to guess what was in the three-foot wooden box on the team chat channel.

"A long sword!" An uncle looked affirmative, "This must have not run away." "If the long sword is done, this box is too short, it is a short sword." Wang Xiaofeng made a listening statement facing the old mayor, while expressing his views in words during the team chat.

"Betting?" "What are you betting?" "Betting... the phone number of our two presidents." "Trade!"

"Then I'm blocking it, it's a sword body with a long broad sword." Jian Qijue's eyes lit up and he inserted it in aside. Blood Zhan wildly sneered, "Where is your gambling book?" "My fourth sister's phone number."

"Bored." The elf mage responded lightly, squinting his eyes slightly as if he was dozing off, but his sharp ears swayed slightly, and he was actually listening.

Wang Xiaofeng's whole body trembled, and under the gaze of the two mayors, the old and the young, did not dare to show any strange behavior; but the uncle sent a positive invitation on the team chat channel. In his opinion, as long as he was a beautiful girl's phone number, he could ignore his identity and status.

It is true that the fourth girl has a very beautiful appearance and figure, and her personality is remarkable. But she is helpless and has a more unique taste in the game, which leads to a somewhat unbalanced proportion... Forget this, it is a tear of helplessness and bitterness...

There was a sudden sound of gongs and drums outside the house, as if they were celebrating the festival, but the frequency of beating was too fast and too urgent.

The old mayor's words came to an abrupt end and he stood up anxiously, while the mayor rushed out of the house and rushed to the streets.

"What's wrong?" The uncle held the short axe in his hand and stood up to ask.

Without the old mayor's answer, a few shouts appeared on the street, "The robbers are here! The robbers are here!" "Everyone picks up their weapons and comes with me!" This was the mayor's shout, and he heard the streets full of noisy and panic curses.

The chaotic footsteps gradually sounded, and a group of townspeople who had not yet been freed from joy came to their senses and rushed to the high walls that surrounded the town.

"Monsters siege?" "I don't know, go and see!" "Let's go!" "Old mayor, wait for the good news of our victory here!" "No! I want to go and see. Even if I can't kill a few robbers, I will swear to protect me, Pearl Town and do my best!"

bite!

Trigger the scene mission [Bandit attack], do you accept it?

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The four of them hurried out with their weapons. The old mayor walked quickly with a wooden stick in his hand, leaving only the empty room and the faded long box placed on the round table.

Before leaving the hospital, Wang Xiaofeng turned his head slightly and looked at the window on the left side of the house. There was a little inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

When the waves were calm outside, there was no sound, and there was a sound of fighting shouts from afar. Obscure magic waves came. I guess the only elf mage had already started.

Zoen Fehr's prudence has always been praised by his loyal master. Although his strength is not outstanding, he rarely records of faulty tasks.

He is a magician, a magician who studies the skeletons of the dark and the dead. Usually, he has an elegant and loud name - the Necromancer.

If the necromancers walking in the light camp are discovered or caught by the Holy See, their end will be far from enjoying the same as the stolen squad. The holy light will usually be constantly baptized, allowing these "evil mages" who have blasphemed the dead and the light to gradually erode the bodies that have been assimilated by the undead by the holy light.

But this mission was very suitable for him to send him to the mission. Although he could not find the body of the dead knight. The knight's body had either turned into nutrients for plants or was selected by other necromancers and summoned early to become the hell knight.

But none of these matters. Zoen Fehr came not for the bones, nor for the purpose of bringing a group of robbers to mine the mountains. He was only for the relics of the knight, which was said to have been given by the king during the rebellion, and was responsible for the revival of the kingdom.

Curiosity is an indispensable source of progress for a magician.

He developed a strong curiosity about this "something". Although this curiosity did not make him lose his usual cautious and calmness, his dry heart could feel a little strange excitement.

Excitement that hasn't been enjoyed in many years!

A black beetle fluttered its wings in the moonlight and lights. The thin wings condensed by black air did not cause any sound, but were a little strange. The beetle wandered around the mayor's house, and Zuoen Fehr could share his vision with the black beetle he raised through simple magic.

There were no creatures around him, except for him, the noble and elegant magician.

Tsk, it was such a group of impatient guys, and the door was not closed. The magician muttered a few times, his face full of contempt. He thought that the young priest would cause some trouble to him, but it seemed that he overestimated the despicable villains in the Holy See of Light.

The light of the magic lamp shone on him, and the tattered beggar costume could not cover up the deep coldness that emanated from his body, and the noble that seemed to be born.

Slowly stroked the patterns on the wooden box, outsiders didn't know, but he knew that this rotten wood could block the exploration of magic elements. It was actually a rare treasure and an excellent material for making some hidden props.

In the kingdom of light, if a necromancer cannot hide himself well, then only the cylinder and holy light are waiting for him.

"What exactly is it? Can our dear Duke do anything?" Zuo En was about to lift the wooden box, "What is it? It gave him the confidence to revolt and the belief to win?"

Scream-

This is not the sound of the wooden box opening, but the sound of the wooden door opening.

There was no footsteps or breathing. Just as Zuo En lifted the wooden box, a figure blocked the moonlight outside the door.

A black robe covered the body and face of the visitor, causing the necromancer to squint slightly. The cloak had some remaining power that made him palpitations.

The visitor slowly raised his head, and his wide hat could not stop the slightly stern smile. He said lightly, "I'm curious too."

"O?" Zuon Feel's face was very calm, waiting for the words of the visitor, but there was an extra staff in his hand that seemed to be a bone-forged, and magical elements slowly gathered.

"Why do you have a big mission?" A wooden stick that looked like two tree vines intertwined, and some holy light was gradually brewing. "It will involve your lovely Duke; or is it more than one duke who wants to rebel?"

"Dark..." "Sheep Change Technique!"

There were screams of killing and screams in front of him. From time to time, townsmen fell down on the wooden building and howled a few times and were carried away by several women.

The three of them unconsciously accelerated a little. The uncle turned his head hesitantly and looked at the location of the old town mayor's courtyard, and asked with some concern: "Can he do it himself?"

"The animal does not have any tricks on others." Jian Qijue responded lightly.

But Shuang Leng Changhe pondered and analyzed: "If it is an unbeatable opponent, it will be useless for the four of us to go together. If it is an opponent who is above the top line, he must have called us back."

"What if it is a vulnerable opponent?" The uncle carried forward the principle of asking if he didn't understand, but attracted the silence of the two brothers.

A brilliant golden light soared into the sky in the small courtyard in the town, striking straight into the sky...
Chapter completed!