Although the Holy City is prosperous, like most cities, it also has its own slums. Just in the northwest corner of the Holy City, there are a lot of air-flowing straw sheds near the city wall. This is the slums of the Holy City.

In a straw shed, a man in his fifties and wearing a white magic robe was staring at the candlelight. The straw shed had no windows. Because of some special reasons, the old man could not open the curtain door. If the candlelight was not lit, the straw shed would become pitch black.

A carriage drove from a distance, but it was not very fast. The carriage looked very worn, but it was suitable for driving in a slum. If a carriage with a magnificent decoration came, the poor around might run out to watch the fun.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted open, revealing a pair of eyes. After carefully looking at the scene around, the man lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, and hurried into the straw shed.

"Master...Sir, something happened!" The person who rushed into the straw hut turned out to be a high-level swordsman. He knelt on his knees and crawled on the ground, not daring to look up.

"Failed?" the old man asked faintly.

"Yes."

"Are you sure no one is following you?"

"Sir, I escaped back according to the first retreat plan. They had no way to track me." The high-level swordsman replied quickly.

"Yes." The old man nodded.

They are all people from the "Demon Fog". As a mysterious organization that has survived for hundreds of years, many actions have become systematic. For example, if you escape, there are many specific plans, which are roughly divided into four types: "flower", "fallen leaves", "mouse runaway", and "puppet". The host decides which one to use in advance.

‘Blooming’ means setting up a temporary stronghold around the target of the action. When the operator escapes into the stronghold, several carriages will immediately run out of the stronghold and flee in all directions. After each carriage runs to a designated location, several carriages will flee separately again, greatly reducing the possibility of the operator being captured and protecting the organization's safety to the greatest extent.

The ‘Fallen Leaf’ plan is much more dangerous. The host usually places the strongest person among his subordinates in a place that is conducive to ambushing, or takes action himself. If the action succeeds, everything is easy. If the action fails, the actor will attract the other party there, and use his life to attract the other party’s attention, creating opportunities for his companions to take action.

"Rat run" means to use the city's sewers, gutters, or dug tunnels to escape, while "puppet" arranges several people who are about the same height and figure as the actor in advance to confuse the other party's audio-visual. Of course, there will be other specific arrangements for specific actions.

"Have An Fei used Dou Qi?"

"No...no."

"No? Then how did he defeat you?"

"I only saw... he threw out a paper bag, then hit the paper bag with a small fireball, and then a large amount of gray and white dust flew out of the paper bag. Then I saw Jinna and Peter start screaming. I... I was a little scared, just..."

"You said An Fei solved the two of them with a bag of dust?"

"Yes."

"And you escaped yourself?"

"Sir, you can't blame me! There is also a first-level magician next to An Fei. I can't test An Fei anymore. I really can't blame me..." The high-level swordsman began to mourn.

"Shut up, you know that this is just a test, I will not punish you, although the result of the test cannot satisfy me..." Before the old man finished speaking, he suddenly stood up a magic shield of water in front of him, and his body also leaned down.

A sword light swept across from the straw shed, splitting the magic shield into countless scattered drops of water, and swept over the old man's head, neatly splitting the straw shed in half, dry grass and mud flying all over the sky, and two figures had appeared in the straw shed, which were Ernest and An Fei. At this time, the straw shed could no longer be considered a straw shed, but more like a circle of fences.

"Impossible!" The high-level swordsman screamed like a ghost. He had already recognized An Fei.

An Fei was too lazy to pay attention to the other party. While slowly shaking the ash pole in his hand, he looked at the old man. He had many questions in his heart, but Ernest was also here. An Fei wanted to ask the matter clearly, but he was worried that he had indeed left behind a flaw that he had not discovered yet. If this is true, he still needed to fill a lie because he wanted to give Ernest an explanation!

In fact, making up lies is also a high-precision and difficult job. It is easy to lie, but it is difficult to complete lies. After telling a lie, you often have to use ten lies to complete lies, and then hundreds of lies to explain the ten lies just said. Just like usury, the flaws will become bigger and bigger and more.

"Master Ernest?" the old man smiled helplessly: "I'm very surprised, how did you find this place?" He really couldn't think of something wrong with his plan.

Ernest's lips were pursed tightly, and the sword in his hand emitted an increasingly dazzling white light. He was not the kind of person who had to take advantage of the verbal advantage after gaining the upper hand. Fighting was a battle, and victory was a victory. Ernest was too lazy to say more.

An Fei is even more lazy to talk. It is not difficult to find these people. The quicklime is already mixed with An Fei's special fragrance powder. Unless these people can hide in a closed room or car at any time like people in modern society, so that An Fei can lose his target. Otherwise, they will never be able to avoid An Fei's tracking!

"It is my lifelong glory to be able to compete with you." The old man raised his magic wand and signaled to Ernest, looking very polite and graceful: "Great..."

The old man's spell had just been released, and the ash rod in An Fei's hand had been shot out. The old man was all focused on Ernest. Although An Fei's strength was an insolvable mystery, they came to the Holy City to test An Fei, but Ernest, who had the fighting spirit, was his opponent. He was not prepared for An Fei at all. An Fei's ash rod was hitting into his open mouth.

The old man let out a terrible howl, and a backward onion fell backwards. His legs raised high under the influence of the momentum, and he made a short-lived look. Then his legs fell heavily to the ground again.

"An Fei, can't you respect your opponent?" Ernest smiled bitterly.

Ernest has become accustomed to his duel method, but An Fei is a character who desperately takes advantage of it. The nature of the two people is contrary to each other. They can get together and be as close as a family, which can only be said to be fate.

"These people only know that they are hiding in the dark and attacking others, and they are not worthy of respect!" An Fei said righteously. God knows whether he is talking about the loser in front of him or himself.

"You..." The old man raised half of his body with difficulty and looked at An Fei with resentment: "Don't... be proud..." Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently, spitting out blood, and spitting out one and a half of his teeth from time to time. An Fei's stick almost smashed his tongue and his teeth fell out seven or eight. It was very, very difficult to say these words.

"But... he is challenging me!" Ernest argued powerlessly. He had no choice but to use An Fei.

"Uncle Ernest, how is he qualified to be your opponent? That is simply an insult to you!" An Fei is not a person who is easily convinced. As it turns out, he is often convinced by others.

"The fog... won't..."

"You're so hard, let me send you to rest!" An Fei sneered and raised the white wax pole. He didn't hear what the other party was saying clearly. Even if he heard clearly, he couldn't understand. The reason for killing was that An Fei had made a decision and could not let the other party spit out his secret.

"Wait!" Ernest stopped An Fei: "You are from the Demon Fog?!"

"Ha...haha..." The old man fell softly to the ground and laughed out loud, and then his face became darker and darker, and it expanded like a balloon. A ball of black gas like a flies gushed out of his mouth, covering his whole body in the mist.

"Ah..." The high-level swordsman at the door screamed. His situation was like the old man, and he was also covered by black mist, except that one seemed very pleasant, while the other seemed very miserable.

"What is that?" An Fei raised his vigilance.

"It's the undead mage again!" Ernest's expression was very serious, and he inserted the sword into the scabbard with his backhand.

"Nether Mage?" An Fei's understanding of what a necromancer is is very simple. He only knows that a necromancer can turn a living person into a zombie, and this is what he fears the most...

In a moment, the black mist dissipated, and two white bones lay quietly on the ground. Judging from the color of their bones, it seemed that they had been dead for many years.

"They are both undead mages?" An Fei asked strangely. The man was obviously a high-level swordsman, and he had never heard of undead mages and magical martial arts!

"No, it's a very terrifying necromancer who is controlling them!" Ernest couldn't help but sigh: "An Fei, it's very likely... they will come to find you in the future."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of anything with you protecting me."

"This... forget it, let's talk about it later." Ernest smiled bitterly in his heart. An Fei was really brave, it's okay for you... But I feel it's very tricky!

Outside the straw shed, a group of poor people watching the fun had gathered, screaming so loudly that everyone except the deaf people heard it. They walked out of their homes one after another, wanting to know what happened. When they saw An Fei and Ernest coming out, the poor people quit far away and looked at the two strangers nervously.
Chapter completed!