Undead Farm

At night, I frowned and turned around.

Sure enough, it’s those **** paladins!

I saw two knights dressed in a black plate standing behind him, not tall, one tall, with a scar on the corner of his eyes, like a bite by a beast, but with a strong face and eyes Solemn.

The other one is the guy who just made a sound. He is only a 16-year-old boy, but he is proud of his face. Standing in front of the big man, he is expected to have a higher status.

But what surprised him was that Weng Ling was actually here, but his face was anxious and stopped.

"The two judges are the knights, this is the forester I received from Lorraine. I am here to take care of the Lorraine Forest." Weng Ling made a look at the night and then respectfully respected the boy.

Judge the knight?

The night three wrinkled.

This is the group of the most intimidating members of the Church of St. Silver, who are also known as the disciples of the St. Silver Church.

But only on the individual's strength, the trial knight can far surpass the disciplinary knight, known as the top warrior in the Church of St. Silver, a profession that exists to kill the enemy of the Church of St. Silver.

In the so-called external trial of internal punishment, while other Paladins are still learning the auxiliary sacred light of healing, they are training terrible killing skills, from the huge black sickle behind them. Can be seen.

No pity, trial is death is their portrayal.

But what are they doing here? Could it be that……

"The two adults are good." The night three did not move quietly, and then let go.

"Well," the boy snorted in his nose and then looked at the busy Goblin around him.

"As a human being who is so low-spirited, your summoner talent is a waste!"

Goblin, who can contract so much, seems to him to be a talent in the night, but the civilians are civilians, and his eyes are not long-term.

Controlling the humanoid intelligent contract beast needs to consume a lot of mental power, but if it is used to contract a powerful World of Warcraft, or an amazing number of beasts are more powerful than this group of useless green worms.

But this is only from his perspective. How can a person who only fights and dies in life know the profound reason that productivity determines combat power?

On the night of the third day, a look of horror was nodded. Weng Ling saw that he had no brains to fight with this stupid teenager. This was a sigh of relief and he said:

"Two adults, the three sets of Paladin armor are found inside, Chen Yue and Yang Wei's body are also inside, we did not dare to move."

"Lead the way." The teenager is cold and authentic.

Weng Ling’s sale of the knight’s armor is not his responsibility, and he is too lazy to manage. He now only wants to find out the cause of Yang Wei’s death and to take or judge the murderer.

"No one has dared to shoot the Paladin for more than a decade. This Yang Tian is still reputed to be known as the youngest Templar Knight, huh, if I can't participate in the competition..."

The young man shook his head, followed Weng Ling and the night three, and soon came to the strange dead wood forest.

A large fire burned the creatures of the Roland Forest and the foggy forest, so the corpses on the ground remained intact.

Chen Yue’s head was smashed to one side, his eyes were round, and Yang Wei’s body was lying on the ground. The blood hole in the back of the head was quite awkward.

The tall judge of the knight took a sniff, first walked around in a circle, then returned to the juvenile and whispered:

"There is no breath of life and death."

"Ok!"

The boy nodded and the man glanced at the body and said:

"The judgment from the scar should be caused by the spear of victory. I suspect that the murderer is Yang Tian."

"He?" The teenager is a little surprised.

This is a bit interesting.

"What about the cat?"

The man picked up the bird cage on the ground and frowned for a long time. When the night was full of horror, he finally shook his head.

"The breath completely disappeared."

"Waste!"

"Yang Tian this waste!" The boy suddenly screamed.

"Killing a dead soul, even his own brother and brother are dead unclear, even the cat..."

After snoring, the young man turned his back and walked away.

"Bring the body back, since the suspect is in Yang Tian, ​​it is to punish the group of rafters, go!"

The tall man nodded, opened his left palm against the corpse on the ground, and two black chains slammed out in the air, then slowly tied the corpse in the air.

It is the signature skill of the trial knight: the power chain!

After thinking about it, the tall man wrapped his body in a cloak to avoid Yang Wei’s death from being seen. This is like holding a balloon and pulling the body suspended by the chain to catch up with the boy.

As for Weng Ling and the night three, they didn't even look at it.

"Call, finally gone!" Weng Ling sighed with a conscience.

"They are doing it? Autumn tour?" asked the night three ~www.wuxiahere.com~ autumn you big head tour! Are the two paladins dead here and do you think that the St. Silver Church will be indifferent? Fortunately, their eyes are still good, not blaming our heads. "Weng Lingbai said.

"But is Yang Tian getting mad at heart? Even his own brother and brother have killed... It seems that the Yang family is in trouble!"

Thinking of the Yang family who had suffered her, a storm was coming, Weng Ling began to sneer unconsciously.

On the night of the night, I watched Weng Ling, who was so nervous and tolerated, and went straight back two steps.

"Weng Ling really learned badly..."

However, he still had to admire that Bede was an old fox, and he thought of the consequences when he shot, and there was no evidence at all.

Now all the suspects point to Yang Tian, ​​and this pot seems to be awkward and can't be lost.

But when he returned to the farm, he frowned.

Why are the two guys still not gone?

And what is the teenager sitting next to Bede?

"Rely! Not so bloody?!"

In the third night, I was more worried, and after a few steps, I heard the smell of walking the dog.

"My sister's hair is really well managed. It looks smooth and smooth. I don't know what kind of care is used. Is it not convenient to teach my brother?"

The boy's face was lightly surrounded by Bede, carrying a big sickle and squatting, and the man behind him looked at the scenery with a strange look.

But only looking at his eyes, he was attracted by the crops in the scent farm, which made the night three more tense.

Because the black cat is locked up next to the farm...