Vol 2 Chapter 322: The way of meeting guests in the Temple of War

Under the guidance of Kane, Xu Yichen reset the mirror, and then stretched out the hand holding the weapon design, and went straight through the mirror.
In another room, Pastor Richard looked at the stored gems with an ugly face, and disappeared with a large amount of them at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the other side of the space, Kane took the piece of paper, then used a sharp knife to leave a wound on the demon hunter's hand, and stored the opponent's blood in a special container.
Prior to this, Xu Yichen had already described the peculiarities of his blood to Kane, and Kane showed great interest in this.
"Your blood is very special, and it may cause some trouble to our blacksmiths, but it doesn't matter. When the weapon is successfully cast, I will immediately notify you of the Temple of War." Kane looked at his hand with satisfaction. Blood, silver flames rippling in it: "Little Richard is a reliable guy."
On the basis of the satisfaction of both parties, the old and new generations of magic hunters ended the call happily.
Of course, when Xu Yichen came out of the secret room, he saw Pastor Richard with a long face at the door.
This Wars priest, who is more than a head taller than the Demon Hunter, has a sturdy body like a bear, looking up and down Xu Yichen with fierce eyes, seems to be considering the angle from which the effect is best.
The demon hunter smiled awkwardly. Although he didn't know anything about the teleportation array, there was no safe and efficient solution to this kind of cross-space transmission of objects even in reality.
Probably transporting an apple to two meters away would consume a year's power consumption in a city of 200 million people. Xu Yichen subconsciously refused to think about the appalling figure.
Anyway, Pastor Richard said that this time, the Temple of War was a treat.
After taking three deep breaths, Pastor Richard lowered the elevated blood pressure and patted the Demon Hunter on the shoulder with his big hand: "Come with me, let's go to the Temple of Fortune."
Standing on the stone ground, Xu Yichen was slapped a bit lower. Both feet left clearly visible footprints on the ground, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer several times between his chest and abdomen.
The strength of Pastor Richard's action happened to be stuck on the boundary where the demon hunter would endure hardship, but would not be injured.
All the way up, he returned to the ground from the underground. Behind Pastor Richard, a team of ten had gathered. Apart from the demon hunter, only the paladin Saiwen was a novice.
The other eight people were all soldiers of the hundred battles, four paladins, two priests, and two warriors in black full-cover armor.
The only naked eyes of the two soldiers revealed the kind of indifference that Xu Yichen can often see in veterans who have served for more than ten years.
During the walk, the full-covered metal armor did not make any unnecessary noises, as if they were only wearing a piece of close-fitting soft armor.
If they hadn't left a deep footprint on the land, Xu Yichen would have thought that some anti-gravity rune was engraved on the armor of the two warriors.
Three of the four paladins also wore helmets. The leading one, like Pastor Richard, did not wear head protective equipment, but a metal ring covering the back of his head exuded a faint luster.
A long scar ran across his throat. Those who survived his throat cut are the darlings of fate.
Both priests have the same strong physique as Pastor Richard. The pure metal woven chain armor shimmers with magical luster, and the key protection position is protected by heavy plate armor.
One of them was wearing a single-headed chain armor the size of a child's head, matched with a heavy oak shield behind him, and the other was equipped with a two-handed war hammer.
Campas has always sheltered all militants with justice in their hearts. However, there is no power to restrain the chicken, but the mortals who will stand up to protect the weak at critical moments will also receive his attention.
But it is undeniable that in the eyes of Campas, muscles are also a virtue.
The group headed by Pastor Richard Li, from a distance, seemed to have severely exceeded the violent factor. The demon hunter and the paladin Seven mixed in it had an aura of alienation from several others.
This gave Xu Yichen the illusion that he and Saiwen were like two prisoners captured by the armed police, being twisted to the execution ground.
As the group of people moved forward, in the church area like a construction site, both the construction workers and the city guards who were responsible for maintaining order avoided the group.
The demon hunter felt that Pastor Richard took the most elite warriors in the Temple of War to the Temple of Wealth, not so much as the messenger who greeted the goddess Woking in the past, but as a demonstration and showing his muscles.
Far away, the Temple of Wealth appeared at the end of the road, and Xu Yichen could clearly feel that the road under his feet was smoother~EbookFREE.me~ The buildings on both sides were more luxurious, far more stylish than the environment in the noble area.
The people living in this neighborhood are obviously rich or expensive. The enhanced senses of the demon hunters can clearly feel those evasive eyes in the houses on both sides of the road, watching this group with curiosity and arrogance. The sturdy warrior passed here.
The Temple of Wealth of the Goddess Woking is built of marble as a whole, but the exterior is painted in white, which symbolizes purity and fairness. The golden lines outline simple but aesthetic lines on the white wall.
The Temple of Fortune is divided into three floors, which is completely different from the angular fortress-shaped building of the Temple of War. The rounded top is also painted with gold by the followers of the Goddess of Fortune to become a dazzling gold, and it shines in the sun.
On this street, the cleaners in charge of cleaning work will break their heads to compete every year. The sea breeze blows by, and the golden powder needs to be repainted every six months.
What impressed the demon hunter the most was that in the small square outside the Temple of Fortune, a huge gold coin with a height of one meter and a thick palm was placed there as a decoration.
"It's not pure gold, don't look blindly." Pastor Richard slapped the demon hunter who was parked in front of the giant gold coin to one side: "I tried it, the weight is wrong, and there are special guards in the dark. "
The demon hunter glanced at Pastor Li Cha with a suspicious look, and felt that the other party's thinking might be the same as his own. He was considering whether his apocalypse warhorse might drag this thing away.
However, since the predecessor has passed on his lessons from the past to himself, this matter is fine. Originally, Xu Yichen felt that even the gilded gadget was worth a lot of money.
Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Niaoshu.com mobile version reading URL: