Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 32: Ambush

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At this time, a gust of cold wind blew over the crow, and Ron could hear nothing, only the whistling wind.

I only heard that the big bald head was saying something loudly, the words were very intense, while the two people next to him were constantly comforting.

After a while, the emotion of the big bald head calmed down. At this time, Ron heard the voice again.

"Hey, I don't know why. The church reported this matter. It seems that they are paying attention to this matter. I heard that someone is going to be sent..." said the big bald head.

The white-faced youth's face became gloomy, and he snorted coldly, "I've heard about this, hey, I heard that a saint was sent over, don't ask, it must be to grab the credit..."

The sons of the Holy See have a very high status in the Holy See. Every year, the Holy See selects talented virgin boys and girls from all over the Holy Roman Empire. After training, they enter the second round of screening and choose from them. Choose a more outstanding candidate for the Saint Child, and then spend great efforts to train, and then after the third round of screening, the Saint Child is selected from among the Saint Child candidates.

The Holy See is divided into the Temple of the Child and the Temple of the Holy Woman. Each of the Holy Child and the Holy Woman may inherit the position of the Pope.

Therefore, the holy children of the Holy See are all amazing and brilliant.

"I don't understand. Why would killing a Necromancer have such great credit? Even the Son of God has come out to grab the credit..." the bearded Vatican guard said puzzledly.

"You should ask, why does the Holy Vatican hate the Necromancers so much, and must exterminate all the Necromancers in the territory? But I don't know." The big bald Vatican guard sneered, "It's done now. These necromancers all went to the Roland Empire. Hey, I saw a lot of them when I was in the Roland Empire last time..."

"Speaking of it, this necromancer is also unlucky. Where is he going? He has to hide in the Holy Roman Empire, where the practice of undead magic is prohibited. Isn’t that a court of death... Our Holy Roman Empire has not seen undead for many years. Mage, isn’t this a great achievement?” The white-faced man said with a smile, “Hey, I heard that he is only fifteen years old...a child who doesn’t understand anything, who is to blame?”

"Huh..." Ron whispered dissatisfiedly. If it wasn't for my grandfather's revenge, I would have left if I wanted to leave the Holy Roman Empire.

"If it wasn't for the high rewards, I wouldn't have gone to this cold place, shit, my feet are numb from the cold..." Big Head stomped constantly. One mouth sprayed a cloud of white mist. "His grandmother, if I knew there were so many rewards, I would simply go to the Roland Empire and grab a Necromancer and come back to make up the numbers."

"It's useless..." The white-faced man shook his head, "Don't forget, we have a portrait of that kid with us. His name is Ron. Others can't pretend to be..."

At this time, the beard who had been silent talked. He sighed and said, "I think the focus of this incident is not on that child..."

The big bald head and the white-faced man looked at him together.

Bearded went on, "According to what I have learned, although Ron is poor, he is still an educated child. According to people in Maple Leaf Town, his dream is to become a magician. ……"

Speaking, he glanced at the white-faced man, "If it weren’t for Master Kitley of Naka Manor who killed his grandfather in an accident, and later, Geralt sent someone to chase him, if Without these things happening, maybe... Maybe Ron won't embark on the path of heresy..."

Beard finally said something fair. Ron nodded secretly. If Grandpa is still there, maybe he won't practice undead magic, but this is the end and he can no longer look back..."

"What do you mean?" The white-faced man's face was full of anger, and his voice was raised an octave. "You mean my uncle Geralt was wrong? My brother Gru. Special is dead for nothing?"

The white-faced man's face turned purple liver-colored, and his eyes stared at the beard fiercely, as if he was going to eat him.

"No...no..." The bearded hurriedly waved his hand, obviously he was not good at words, "I'm just talking about the matter..."

"Go-you-mother-it’s the matter..." The white-faced man screamed on the spot, "I only know that a few lives in Naka Manor are gone. Among them is my brother Groot. It’s not this kid, how could my brother die..."

"But..." The beard has yet to say.

"Nothing..." the white-faced man said coldly, "Isn't he just an old beggar with a broken leg? And that **** little bastard, too. They are all untouchables. What's the big deal if they die? ……"

"As for you..." the white-faced man pointed his finger at the beard and said, "If you say something like this again, be careful that I turn my face and don't recognize anyone!"

The white-faced man was aggressive and unreasonable, but Vivino couldn't talk about the bearded man, and the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing for a while.

"Forget it..." The big bald head on one side patted the white-faced man on the shoulder and said, "Of course he is on your side. Don't hurt your peace because of this little thing. This guy always talks. It's so straight..."

The big bald head was in the middle of the mediation, and the white-faced man’s expression was a little more relaxed, but he still said coldly, "No matter what, I am coming back to avenge my brother Groot, whoever stops me is me Enemy..."

After speaking, they ignored the two and walked in stride. The big bald head and the big beard looked at each other, and they had to quickly follow.

Ron can hear these people’s conversations clearly through the crow on the tree,

"Okay... So you are from Nagar Manor, or some kind of Groot's younger brother..." Ron's heart was filled with murderous intent, and he hated the people in Nakka Manor. In the bone.

If I hadn't met Grandpa Huo Meilin, I would have died that night.

In this world of the weak and the strong, everything is illusory. Only strength is the kingly way. Ron was thinking that even if there was no such thing as Grandpa Zari, he would still practice undead magic.

Thinking of this, Ron’s eyes showed a deep murderous intent, “Since you’re unkind, don’t blame me for being unrighteous. When things have reached this point, there is nothing to say. Since you can come to the dark forest to find me, even Kill me, I'm not welcome anymore, I have cleaned up even the strange beasts, what are you bastards..."

Ron sneered in his heart, his figure slowly disappearing in the snow-white world.

The wind is blowing harder.

"Let's look for it again, if we can't find it, then go back..." The beard sighed.

"Hmph, the dark forest is everywhere in danger. A fifteen-year-old kid who practices undead magic is a waste. I am afraid that there are no bones left. Let's find a bird. It is serious to go back early. ......" The bald head said with a cold snort, he didn't have any hope of Ron's survival here.

They walked for a long time.

"Just find it here, forget it, let's go back, the kid is probably dead..." After a while, the big bald head stretched out his hand to wipe the snowflakes from his face and said helplessly.

"Okay, let's go back..." The beard agreed.

The white-faced man hasn't expressed his position. At this moment, an arrow shot out from the dark with a "swish-" sound, and the big bald head fell to the ground with an ouch.

"No good, someone attacked..."

The bearded Vatican guard was taken aback, and he hurled out his sword and stared at the direction of the arrow.

"You...what's wrong with you?" The white-faced man was also taken aback, and he hurried over to raise the big bald head.

"Damn, an arrow in my knee..." said the big bald head, covering his knees, his face full of pain.

"Who? Who is hurting people with secret arrows? Get out..." The bearded man shouted sharply with a sword in his hand.

When his eyes fell on the knee of the big bald head, his face changed suddenly.

This arrow was shot! It is not an ordinary arrow, it is made of bone!

"Who? Get out of here!" The bearded Vatican guard held a sword in his hand, looked around, and shouted sharply.

The white-faced man also took out his sword from the space bag, and watched his surroundings.

"How are you?" The bearded man asked the bald head with an arrow in his knee while holding a sword in his hand.

The big bald head is already distorted with pain, "Damn, which **** shoots me..."

The bearded eyes fixed on the injured leg of the big bald head, shocked in his heart. Of course he could recognize the "bone arrow" of the Necromancer, but the power of this "bone arrow" was too strong, and he actually used one of his legs.

Is this still a "bone arrow"? Is this still a necromancer? When did these necromancers have this cruel ability?

The bearded man and the white-faced man glanced at each other, the shocked expression on his face showed.

"Swish—"

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the dark. The speed was unparalleled.

"Be careful..." The two were shocked and quickly avoided.

However, the target of this shadow is not him.

"Papa--" With a sound of the ground, the big light on the ground has his brains blooming, and his brains are scattered all over the floor.

The "bone spear" has been appearing abruptly in front of the two of them, the body of the spear trembling.

"He is dead!"

There was an unbelievable look on the faces of the two of them. Before they saw the enemy, one of them died upside down.

A cold breath enveloped the two of them, and the bearded man and the white-faced man stood together back to back, with weapons in front of them.

At this time, the white-faced man said loudly, "I don't know which senior came here. We are the people of the Holy See, and we have no intention of offending your territory and provoke your dignity. Please raise your hand and let us go..."

The white-faced man's head turned fairly fast, and his words were not leaking. First, he pointed out his identity, and carried out the giant holy Holy See to suppress the opponent. If the opponent advances again, it will be an enemy of the Holy See Secondly, seeing that the opponent is strong and not planning to pursue the death of his teammates, save his life first.

The two held their breaths, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, snow was falling in the sky, and the earth was quiet.

"Come on...Come on..."

A clear voice came from the dense forest, and a figure walked out slowly from the snow. This man, dressed in animal skins and messy hair, was riding on the back of a skeleton warrior, staring at them coldly.

The bearded pupil shrank, and he was surprised, "Skull...you...you are..."

"Yes...I am the Necromancer you are looking for-Ron!"