A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 1612 - : Sword Master and the Youngster_3

Chapter 1612: Sword Master and the Youngster_3

It seemed as if by magic, cages covered with red velvet cloths appeared.

He expressionlessly pushed those cages into the crevices of the salivary glands.

Accompanied by this process,

Blood Angel Urmas suddenly chewed vigorously with great relish, and his mood stabilized much more than before.

Although Matthew couldn’t see clearly what was inside the cages, he faintly heard screams containing common language words.

Anyway,

Little Ingram’s sacrifices were at least not monkeys.

This also made Matthew even more aware of the terrifying nature of the Holy Mark angels.

These monsters from ancient times truly regarded other intelligent species as rightful meals on their plate!

Unfortunately,

their strength also appeared so formidable!

As daylight gradually brightened,

Matthew downed a bottle of Energy Potion, then stepped on gravestones as he made his way towards the peculiar building at the very center of the market area.

After entering the market area,

the bamboo stick lost its direction, forcing Matthew to find another way by himself.

Quickly,

The knowledge about Blood-Drinking Mountain bestowed upon him by Margaret came in handy.

Matthew remembered that in Klara City’s market area, there existed a guardian NPC controlled by a Machinist.

This was the only one among the Five Guardians who could enter and leave the Ancient City of Klarafa.

However, this guardian was capricious.

The body was used jointly by a pair of Machinist spouses, and it was said to look like a raccoon with a steel tail.

The raccoon possessed powerful spellcasting abilities.

Matthew wanted to seek its help.

However, to his disappointment,

after arriving at the likely active site of the long-tailed raccoon and searching around,

he found no trace of the Machinist.

On the contrary,

the well-fed Blood Angel and the silent Wuken had already caught up.

These two, when they made a move,

it was always with a big move—

Wuken locked down the force fields around Matthew’s vicinity, making his movement extremely difficult;

while the Blood Angel firmly targeted Matthew with the suppression from a level 25 powerhouse.

In this manner,

he completed the suppression of Matthew’s mental power, making it much more difficult for him to cast spells than usual!

“Stop wandering around, little thing,”

“Hand it over to me, and I can give you a quick end,”

Blood Angel Urmas stood two streets away, arrogantly lowering his head, his gaze not even focused on Matthew, his tone quite casual.

Little Ingram sat on his shoulder, face full of mockery as if watching a mouse struggling in its death throes.

Before Matthew could speak,

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a dull sound came from Wuken, who was closing in from another side:

“Give the ticket to me.”

“I won’t harm you, you are a friend of Blood-Drinking Mountain, and in the future, you will become my friend too…”

A thought flashed through Matthew’s mind.

He indeed did not feel any particularly clear malice from Wuken.

And from the perspective of affiliations, the latter was the Patrol of the Ancient City, and since he had chosen to be a friend of Blood-Drinking Mountain, theoretically handing the ticket over to him should ensure his safety even more.

However, at that moment,

the Blood Angel said with a cold laugh:

“Do you know why he’s still alive until now?”

“It’s because all his friends are dead!”

“Hehehe…”

“Don’t keep any illusions, insignificant human, for us, you are just a dispensable speck of dust.”

“I have never liked to talk too much nonsense with lowly creatures like you, but to expose the hypocrisy of this Undead Giant’s mask, I don’t mind saying a few more words—

Once you give him the Golden Ticket,

he will be able to successfully rid himself of his guardian status.

From then on, he will no longer be bound by the rules previously set by Blood-Drinking Mountain or the Ancient City of Klafa.

Do you think he will keep you then?”

With that said,

Urmas licked his lips, a blatant malice and intent to kill flashing in his eyes:

“I am more straightforward, I said I would give you a quick end, which means I won’t let you suffer for too long.”

“Come on, little thing, hand over the ticket to me, come to my mouth yourself, let me taste you…”

In that instant,

Matthew felt weak all over, his whole spine tingled intensely, and he involuntarily took a half step forward, only then did he resist the Command Spell!

Wuken slowly observed Matthew:

“Make your own choice.”

“I believe you will make a rational decision and can clearly discern who is your enemy and who is your friend.”

Matthew trembled again, resisting Wuken’s “Mind Control” spell with his four parts of divine immunity,

and a relieved smile suddenly appeared on his face:

“Of course, I am clear about who is the enemy and who is the friend.”

The next moment,

the bamboo stick tucked under his arm suddenly emitted a verdant glow, then began to buzz and tremble.

Not far away,

the figure Matthew was staring at gracefully flipped over the four-story building, then lightly touched the outer platform with his toes, drifting over as if skimming the water.

At the same time,

another complicated shadow hurried over from the same direction.

They came one after the other, appearing side by side yet maintaining a safe distance from one another.

Matthew hurried towards the first figure.

“I’ve got it, think of what reward you’ll give me later!”

He quickly arrived in front of Tyrese, unhesitatingly handed over the Golden Ticket.

Tyrese hesitated for a moment,

but in the end, he reached out his firm and steady hand and accepted the Golden Ticket from Matthew.

A few seconds later.