Chapter 25 Midoran's Wrath

At five o'clock in the morning Quik fell to the pier still shrouded in darkness. Pillock walked on the empty street secretly slandering his boss inhuman things because of his face problem he actually let himself go to work three hours earlier you are so unpopular you are a damn thing!

He cursed a dog-blood sprinkler in his heart but he didn't dare to stop at the slightest because he really needed this job with a Gemmaran income every week.

This job allows him to appear decently in front of his relatives and friends allows him to live in a townhouse in Quikludun and allows his family to live a middle-class life.

Bacon, fried fish, honey bread...

Thinking of these amazing foods Pillock's footsteps involuntarily speeded up a bit.

Hey there is still someone in front of him who seems to be as unlucky as himself who has to work overtime. Pillock is a gentleman who likes to make friends and he quickly walked towards the figure right now.

"Brother where are you going?" Pillock patted the opponent's shoulder with his palm with a hint of teasing in his voice.

But the moment that figure turned his head Pillock felt his consciousness suddenly solidified.

Because he turned his head it was a skeleton, and the position of his eyes was only two points of dense green flames.

What is going on what did I see? Pillock wanted to escape but he found that he couldn't move at all.

"I am the necromancer Ferro. It is your honor to meet me. I tell you that death will envelop the earth and the thunder will be swallowed. Only by sinking can it last forever!

Amidst the stiffness a voice with a trace of terror fell into Pillock's ears causing Pillock to tremble.

Necromancer is a terrifying necromancer!

The necromancer Ferro is coming to Quirk to drop the pier this... this is really terrifying. But in fear, what Pillock thinks most is what he should do?

I don't know how long it took Pillock finally woke up from the shock he looked around and found that there was nothing.

At this moment, he rushed towards the direction of the Thunder Temple full of panic.

When Pillock came to the Thunder Temple he realized that he was not the first to come. At this time there were already twenty or thirty people gathered outside the Thunder Temple.

They talked about their experiences one by one, and what they said the most was about the necromancer coming to Quirkludun.

Death envelops the earth and the thunder will be swallowed. Only by sinking can it last forever!

On weekdays, there is always a gentle pastor. At this time his forehead is already sweating, but all he can do is to calm everyone down and wait for the bishop's decision.

The apse of the Thunder Temple seemed extremely depressed at this time. The servant who was in charge of waiting crept and dared not make any footsteps when he walked around.

In the past, both the bishop and the priest were very gentle and even if they did something wrong occasionally they would not be held accountable.

But now they feel the coming of winter.

Elden face was very ugly but it was not the time for him to lose his temper. He carefully looked at the majestic voice and waited for the arrival of the thunder.

"Did you find out who did it?" The faint voice was extremely peaceful but Elden could feel the anger of thunder implied in it.

It can make Thunder as beautiful as poetry. This is the ability of Thunder Poets in Sequence Five. Facing the existence of this demigod who has been infinitely close Elden voice was very horrified: "The person who shot is very cunning. The time he chose is before dawn and it is also the most relaxed moment of our punisher."

The moment Elden spoke Bishop Midoran's gaze fell on him. With this gaze Elden felt a cold pressure.

Under this pressure he felt like a defensive tit, shivering.

"Master Bishop I have asked the temple to use the sealed treasure to reproduce the situation last night. No matter who it is he can't escape."

Elden words only provoke two words: "Stupid!"

"Do you still need to borrow treasures from the temple to check this kind of thing? You just have to grasp a little bit: whoever benefits in this matter is the instigator!" Midoran was a little annoyed and frustrated: "You won't even connect this. Don't know at all, right?"

Midoran's voice is not high, but it is loud and loud, with every inch and weight!

"My lord I was negligent. I didn't expect that a little lord would dare to do such extraordinary things."

As Elden spoke Midoran stood up and said, "I will let the punisher arrest him."

"In what name did you arrest him? Are you sure that if you arrest him in this way you won't arouse the suspicion of those in the temple?"

Midoran looked at Elden and said faintly: "Calm down! Remember the first sentence of our Thunder Scripture we believe in Thunder and we must devote ourselves to believe in Thunder."

"Diligently, do you understand?"

Elden expression slowly returned to calm, and he said in a deep voice: "My lord I understand. Since that lord has not been exposed we can completely treat this incident as a provocation by a necromancer."

"Yes, I will personally take action to expel Ferro." Midoran said coldly: "I believe that soon the news of his embarrassing flight will spread throughout the Holy Sun Empire."

Elden nodded, but he was still unwilling to say: "You are the best choice to shoot like this, but I don't feel comfortable thinking of letting the kid watch a joke."

Midoran smiled coldly and said, "Watching the excitement? Ha ha, you are thinking too much."

"Next you should let the kid remember that many things can't be solved by just thinking about ideas."

"Strength is the most effective choice for solving problems."

Elden was taken aback for a moment. Just now Midoran wanted to kill Anton himself in order to cover up his relationship with the necromancer. Isn't this a contradiction?

"Remember there are many things that happen in the chaos. It is normal for some ants to die in the storm."

When Midoran said this, he closed his eyes gently.

The carriage slowly walked along the streets of Quikluodun Anton was still on his way to visit Bishop Midoran.

Looking at the strange pedestrians whispering in the street Anton knew that his plan had achieved considerable results.

But at this moment, his heart is not at peace. Not only did I not have the joy of planning success but there was even some depression in my heart.

Midoran and others would definitely suspect themselves, after all, they all knew about the necromancer's killing himself.

What will they do next?

Anton didn't regret his actions. He had no choice. Rather than just wait and die, he might as well take a fight.

"Where is this place?" When Anton came to the door of a busy street Anton asked casually toward the servant driving the carriage.

"This is Iron Boat Street." The servant replied respectfully.

Hearing Iron boat Street Anton heart moved: "Stop I'm going to meet a friend."