"It's a zombie, it's a zombie!"

"What should I do? Please ask the exorcist to exorcist quickly."

"Ba... You are sick. We are from the Holy Light Church. What evil demons dare to be arrogant in front of us? Is it necessary to find those spiritual media?"

...

The people behind saw it clearly and suddenly became in chaos. Only Sawyer noticed something was wrong and quickly reached out to put Mills's body down, then poured the holy light from his body into Mills' body. Not long after, Mills' heart began to beat again, and he sat up all of a sudden.

"ah……"

Just as after the drowning man was rescued, he desperately wanted to swallow all the air around him into his stomach. Mills' eyes wide open and his mouth was breathing. It took him a long time to calm down.

"Mills, what happened? Who attacked you?" Sawyer hurriedly squatted down and asked Mills.

"I...I really want to die... Yes... there is a human..." Although Mills came alive, his mind was not recovering. He finally explained what had just happened.

Sawyer thoughtfully and suddenly looked down at Mills' chest. There was a lot of blood. It was obviously pierced by the enemy's heart, but at this time the fatal wound disappeared. Could it be...

As if he realized something, Sawyer hurriedly asked, "Holy Spirit Ball, where is the Holy Spirit Ball?"

When Mills subconsciously touched his chest, he suddenly stiffened his whole body when he raised his head and said in a panic tone: "No...disappear..."

Sawyer's face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were bursting with cold light. He stared at Mills. Mills felt a sense of coldness surrounding him, as if there was a beast that had chosen people to be eaten, which had locked him in it.

He couldn't even believe that this feeling came from Sawyer in front of him. You know, he had met Sawyer a lot. In his feeling, the Archbishop was not only a stern face, but also kind-hearted and even polite to himself who was lower than him. Even Mills never called Sawyer the Archbishop, and he never had to respect him, and he didn't see what Archbishop Sawyer said.

Mills was very proud in the past, thinking that it was because he had a high status in the church and even His Majesty the Pope was optimistic about him. So although his position was not as good as that of the archbishop, his status within the church was no longer inferior to that of an ordinary archbishop. Sawyer's friendly attitude towards him could prove this.

However, when Mills looked at Sawyer's cold eyes, he really knew that he had never known this archbishop. The other party's kindness to him was just a disguised appearance. At least he now had a feeling that Sawyer might kill him at any time, even if he had just died once.

"You are seriously injured and dying, and the blood is stained with the Holy Spirit Ball, activates it. He senses your pious faith, so he cures you with his own strength, but the Holy Spirit Ball should be taken away by the man who almost killed you." Sawyer said calmly, unable to hear any feelings at all, and then he leaned over and looked at Mills.

"Milles, do you know how important this thing is to His Majesty the Pope? Not only did we not complete the task, but we also lost the Holy Spirit Ball. If we just went back like this, what would His Majesty the Pope do to us?"

Mills' body shook. Although he didn't know how important the Holy Spirit Ball was, he knew from Sawyer's attitude that if they just went back like this, the fate would be extremely miserable. Although the Pope was optimistic about him, with the Pope's personality, he would never show mercy at that time.

"No...we can't just go back like this...we...yes, we can go find that person. He has something to do with the little prairie elves. He also said that he knew his father, and this person must be in that prairie elves tribe. If we kill him, we can get the Holy Spirit Ball back." Mills's thinking became faster in the critical moment, and almost no pause in the words afterwards.

"Play..."

Sawyer patted Mills on the shoulder and said, "No, this matter needs to be discussed for a long time."

Mills couldn't figure out what Sawyer's attitude was. He was furious just now because he lost the Holy Spirit Ball. Why is he not in a hurry to find that person now? However, he had just made a very serious mistake and did not dare to ask at this time.

Sawyer narrowed his eyes slightly. He was not a naughty girl like Mills. He rushed around everywhere. After causing trouble, he not only could not calmly think about countermeasures, but would instead make impulse lost his eyes and make things worse.

What simple character can someone who can kill Mills within two moves?

Sawyer asked himself that he might not be able to do it. Although Mills is a young man, he is indeed a talent that the church focuses on cultivating. Although he doesn’t have much experience in fighting life and death, his combat experience is not bad. In addition, the resources the church has spent over the years to cultivate him and his own hard practice. The level of condensation of this holy light fighting spirit is ranked among the top in the entire church.

Mills' strength is at level B, and even in level B, the one who almost killed Mills has the strength at least at level A. As for how strong it is, Sawyer cannot judge based on these external factors, but he is not sure about winning this person.

Once they act hastily and cannot take down the other party, who knows what the other party will react, maybe they will escape and disappear. Even with the power of the church, it will be very laborious to find someone who is dedicated to hiding in this world.

So either don’t take action. Once you take action, you will have to kill with one blow, so that the other party has no chance to escape. Only in this way can it be foolproof. So just relying on their current strength is not enough. He needs to invite another archbishop. The reason why he didn’t say anything was that he was thinking in his mind that which archbishop had a good relationship with him could help.

After thinking for a while, he made a decision and said to Mills: "Leave here first, you must monitor that person and must not let him disappear."

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"Brother Chen Feng, leave everything to me, don't worry." Zaratu slapped his chest and slapped.

"Since that's the case, the leader of the Zaratu, I'll trouble you in everything." Chen Feng nodded and thanked.

Yesterday they brought Zaratu's son Garuru back safely. Zaratu thanked Chen Feng and the others very much, and insisted on thanking Chen Feng again, saying that whatever things in their tribe were allowed to be selected.

To be honest, the Zhatu tribe is relatively poor on the entire prairie. Although the population of tens of thousands is not small, it is nothing compared to the real large tribes among the elves of the grassland. Therefore, Chen Feng really has nothing to admire in their tribes.

However, Zaratu was hard to refuse his kindness. If he didn't thank Chen Feng well, he would feel that he owed Chen Feng. Chen Feng just happened to remember the mine. Of course, many things could be brought in by Yuan Ming and the others from outside, but he had to find a way to solve the food.

With the Lutherans on the mine, there were quite a few foods consumed every day, so Chen Feng took the opportunity to ask Zaratu and others to provide more food. Of course, these were all exchanged for Yuan Ming with some things.

Of course, there was nothing unwilling to be averse to Zaratu. There were no other monsters on the grassland that could be used as food. There was no problem with providing consumption at the mine, not to mention that Chen Feng also said he would pay for this matter, so he agreed to it in one go.

"By the way, Chief Zaratu, I have a badge here, I don't know if you recognize it." Chen Feng did not forget their purpose, so he showed Zaratu the president who had obtained from those crazy orcs.

Zaratho took the president to see him for a long time, but had no clue. He asked the people around him, even the older grassland elves, who said that no one had seen him, and in the end he could only return the badge to Chen Feng.

"Brother Chen Feng, it seems that no one in our clan recognizes this badge, but it is normal. Our grassland elves have grown on the grassland since ancient times. They have always been self-sufficient and have few contacts with the outside world. If you want to know the origin of this badge, you may have to ask forest elves or humans."

"Okay, thank you, I understand." Although Zaratu didn't know the origin of the badge, Chen Feng still thanked him.

Before leaving, he touched Garulu's head and said, "Garuru, you must listen to your father in the future and don't run around casually. If you mess with something, no one will save you at that time."

"Well, Brother Chen Feng, I understand, can I... be such a powerful soldier as you in the future?" Garulu said to Chen Feng with admiration on his face.

"Yes, as long as you work hard enough." Chen Feng said with a smile.

After saying goodbye, everyone who sent them far away, Chen Feng and Liu Ye and others boarded the Yunzhou again. Liu Ye said, "Xiao Fengfeng, we have not found any clues in the Zhatu Tribe. Should we ask other grassland elves?"

After all, the Zhatu tribe is located in a remote place, and the grassland elves here have limited information about the outside world, which is very normal. However, this does not mean that other grassland elves do not know the origin of the badges, so Liu Ye proposed this.

"No need, as Zarathu said, the grassland elves had little contact with the outside world. Even if those large tribes are well-informed, they may not know the origin of the badge. Since this way, we should not waste our time, so just go directly to the forest elves to ask."
Chapter completed!