Create the Age of Magic

Hey, is that undead?

A novice north wind knight pointed at the figure emerging from the soil in fear and said.

Although they often patrol the cemetery, they have never seen the real undead!

Even if they had heard of it, it was just a legend. Now that the real existence of suspected undead was standing in front of them, these north wind knights were a little weak in their legs!

After all, this doesn't look like a low-level undead with only skeletons, and a guy with remnants of flesh and blood will definitely not be too weak!

Another novice north wind knight rushed out like a gust of wind, slashed at the undead with a sword, and cut down the undead directly!

Why are you so courageous! the veteran of the North Wind Knight asked the novice knight.

Didn't you say that this kind of undead is very fragile? Five years ago, the one was hacked to death with a single sword, so what am I afraid of? The novice North Wind Knight said as a matter of course.

The veteran covered his head, this guy is really a stunned young man!

At this time, another veteran of the North Wind Knight squatted beside the undead and observed for a while, and suddenly said to the other North Wind Knights in surprise:

Look, this guy's blood is red, not an undead! And he is slowly healing! This guy is a witch! We found the treasure!

It turned out that what these north wind knights found was not the undead, but the troll who was electrocuted to death by Horn before!

Trolls are not dead!

His ability is self-healing! So even though he lost his breathing and heartbeat when he was shocked by Horn's arc technique, after being buried in the soil for a day, he came back to life with his self-healing ability!

But unfortunately, he was discovered by the north wind knight just after crawling out of the soil!

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At this moment, the troll was wearing heavy shackles, waiting to be received by the deacon in white.

Originally, if he was discovered as a witch, he would definitely be burned to death, but when he faced the black-clothed deacon, the troll suddenly shouted:

Don't kill me! I know the identities and addresses of other witches! I also know information about the Evil Face!

Reeves once said that he must be told about the evil-faced man first, so the troll must be interrogated by Reeves at this moment.

After waiting for a long time, the troll finally saw the legendary Reeves.

What appeared in front of him was the same as what Enoch saw during the test, even if he had never seen Reeves before, he still had a sense of familiarity.

You, are you a witch? Reeves looked indifferently at the short troll.

Yes, my lord, said the troll, bowing his head.

You put your head up and look at me! Reeves said.

The troll raised his head when he heard Reeves' words, and saw Reeves sitting in front with an expressionless face. His left half of his face was burned by the fire and he looked like a ghost!

He was so frightened that he lowered his head again, not daring to look at Reeves' face.

Reeves looked at his lowered head, frowned, and a cyan whirlwind shot out from his fingertips, piercing the troll's shoulder directly, and a large stream of blood shot out from the wound!

This is a first-level North Wind Divine Art. Although it is very useful, its power will be greatly reduced if it is a little farther away.

Do you think I look scary? Reeves asked the troll sharply!

No, no, I dare not! I don't deserve to look directly at your lord's face!

The troll was shaking like chaff, and he didn't dare to touch the severe pain in his shoulder. He knew that if he annoyed the deacon in white in front of him at this time, he would die now!

Really? That's what makes sense! Tell me what you know! Reeves said calmly.

I know the location of five people... The troll told all the things he knew, without hiding one thing, he had to come up with enough information if he wanted to survive!

However, compared to the information about the lowly witch, Reeves still wants to know about the evil face!

What did you say about the evil side?

The Evil Face is a witch! whispered the troll.

With a bang, Reeves kicked the wound on the troll's shoulder, and the wound that had just stopped bleeding due to its strong self-healing ability burst open, and the wound became even bigger!

You mean I was defeated by a witch, don't you? Reeves stared at the troll viciously, and if he dared to say yes, his head would move immediately!

The troll, who was rolling on the ground in pain, heard this and quickly knelt down in front of Reeves, kowtowing again and again, blood stains appeared on the floor.

Don't dare, I didn't mean that, my lord!

No? Then burn it tomorrow. Reeves ordered the deacon in black beside him.

No, my lord, you promised! As long as I say it, you will consider letting me go! You can't break your promise!

The troll felt that it was worthless. How similar was this situation to the one in that fantasy? Even if you betray four witches, can't you get a way out?

Reeves scratched his chin and said to the troll, I didn't break my promise! I've thought about it, you'd better die!

The troll is completely in despair!

Did you say you've seen the Evil Face? A clear and pleasant voice sounded, and a woman in a light blue dress came slowly. Covered with a white silk scarf.

She is Gladys Rias,

The Saintess of Beifengshen Church!

When Reeves heard the voice, he quickly turned his head and knelt on the ground on one knee. The white-clothed deacon was nothing in front of the saint, and there were ten white-clothed deacons who accompanied the saint when she went out! There are more deacons in white than the entire city of Leon!

And there is one of the strongest young people in the same period as Reeves as a guard!

Marcus!

It's just that something seems to have happened in the southeast direction. This time, the guards brought by Her Royal Highness have gone to reinforce, and there are only two white-clothed deacons guarding them.

Master Graty asks you, have you ever seen the Evil Face! Reeves said to the troll with his head raised.

The troll also found out that this woman was a much bigger person than the previous deacon in white. He knelt and turned around, pointing his head at Graty.

Yes, the villain has seen the villain, but he covered his face, so he couldn't see what he looked like.

You didn't see his appearance, but you must have heard his voice, what kind of voice is it? Glady asked.

The troll thought for a while and said uncertainly, It should be the voice of a young man.

A young man? Hehe. Grady turned away from Reeves and the troll, and left another sentence before he went far.

Don't let this guy die yet, I'll keep it useful, and I'll catch the witch and let this guy go with him.

Hearing Grady tell him to go and capture the witch together, the troll had a look of resentment on his lowered face.

None of those witches can escape his fate now!

So he wants revenge!

Yes, Lady Saint. Reeves said with his head down.

Under the veil of the departing saint, there was an expression of unknown meaning,

Young man, huh, is that your son?

Douglas. Wang.