Chapter 173
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The number of people who replied to Cheryl's post on the spellcaster forum had already reached a hundred. There were twenty-seven spellcasters who had actually rushed to the alley behind the Kroc Wand Shop to personally participate in the rescue of Sister Skotan, as well as six dwarves who had come from the Hearthstone Tavern to join in the fun.
Even if the church's heretic inquisitors were extremely cunning, it was impossible to defeat such a huge force with just two inquisitors and a chief judge.
Not to mention that the spellcasters who blocked them at the entrance of the alley were not apprentice level …
Violent magic crisscrossed the entire alley, and the three inquisitors did not even have a chance to escape. The light of the inscriptions dispelled the darkness in the alley, and the spells that came from all directions made the inquisitors understand the anger of "waiting for updates in the middle of the night, but not even getting them".
The alley was already narrow, and after being filled with all kinds of spells, it became even more chaotic. This chaos attracted the attention of Noland's law enforcement team in just a few minutes.
The severity of the conflict in the alley could be raised to the level of a fight between two underground associations …
"Noland's law enforcement team is here!" Replied by: Short Tentacle Wand.
"Got away, got away." Replied by: Fire-Relayer.
"Sister Skotan's safety has been confirmed. Everyone, please stop. Don't let the dispute continue to escalate." Replied by: Gray Owl.
The grayish-white owl was rather famous in the spellcaster forums, since all spellcasters who logged into the Mana Net with the purpose of 'magic research' or 'academic discussion' would know the grayish-white owl, as well as its real identity.
Thus, under the call of the gray owl, the spellcasters in the alley maintained an astonishing level of discipline. After casting a few destructive spells on the three Nephilic Judges who were trapped by a large number of binding spells, they chose to leave this land of dispute …
After the baptism of hundreds of different types of spells, the entire alley was in a mess. The chief judge crawled out from a pile of rubble. His clothes had become tattered, and his face was full of burn marks.
When he was surrounded by the Spell Casters, he first cast a Protection Spell on himself, but these spells were of no use at all. In less than a few seconds, he was completely crushed by the dense bombardment of magic.
In the few seconds that he lost his protection, he did not have the time to dodge. The binding magic that came at him robbed him of his ability to move. The lightning and scorching flames that fell from the sky almost burned his body into charcoal.
But in the end, the Chief Judge still survived … with his inhuman strength.
"Heep, there's still one more person!"
The presiding judge climbed out of the rubble. Ever since he joined the Church, he had never been in such a sorry state. The serious injuries on his body would probably take more than a month to heal.
The Presiding Judge scanned the ruins in the alley and found only one Nephilic Judge. His injuries were severe, and a thick layer of frost had formed on one side of his body. It seemed like he had been hit by a high-level Ice Magic during the chaotic attack.
"I don't know … Albert was attacked by the dwarves. Those … damn dwarves."
The Nephilic Judge called Heep tried to use Grey Fog to repair his body, but half of his arm had been completely destroyed.
But he was not in a bad situation. Albert, the Nephilic Judge who was with him, was attacked by a group of dwarves after being restrained by a Spell Caster with a binding magic.
Those dwarves were obviously drunk, and they did not use any weapons. They directly pressed the Nephilic Judge to the ground and beat him up with their fists. No one knew whether he was dead or alive.
"Don't worry about him. I'm going back to the Church … That filthy traitor will pay for this."
The Presiding Judge leaned against the wall and walked out of the alley. He still did not understand how Cheryl gathered so many powerful Spell Casters and dwarves in such a short time!
But he would never understand it in this lifetime.
A cold and gloomy aura suddenly overflowed from his back. The Presiding Judge subconsciously raised the staff in his hand, but he found that the staff in his hand had been broken in half, and there were some charred marks on it.
Without any casting tools, he was about to cast spells with his bare hands when a pair of slender hands suddenly grabbed the Presiding Judge's neck. The fingers of this pair of hands were twice as long as an ordinary human's, but there was no flesh on them.
The Presiding Judge saw the moving soul fire, and he realized that the existence in front of him was an undead … That was the last thought in his mind.
The heavily injured Presiding Judge was no match for this undead, and the aura of death filled the entire alley.
When Nolan's enforcers rushed into the alley, all they saw was a mess. They didn't find any corpses.
… …
Ten minutes later.
After Josiah and Hiri escaped from the alley, they accepted the invitation of the Gray Cloak Man and went to the Mage Tower where he lived.
Before leaving, Josiah handed the heavily injured Cheryl to Hiri, and in the midst of the chaos, he went to pick up the beautiful nun.
This was purely because the nun looked heavier … Although Hiri did not believe it.
The Gray Cloak Man's Mage Tower was located in the center of Noland. Only the few Spell Casters who stood at the top of Noland had the right to own a Mage Tower in Noland. When Josiah pushed the door open and walked in, he could feel a large number of inscriptions surrounding the Mage Tower.
However, the inside of the Mage Tower was a little messy. A large number of unknown books were piled up on the ground, and no one had cleaned them for a long time. When Josiah walked into the Mage Tower, hundreds of eyes instantly stared at Josiah in the darkness.
Owls … There were hundreds of owls in the Mage Tower, and they all noticed the appearance of these strangers.
"Put the girl with the more serious injuries on that bed. Pay attention to the nest of owl eggs at the head of the bed, don't crush them!" The Gray Cloak Man said to Hiri.
Hiri walked to the bed and slowly placed Cheryl on it. Her injuries were very serious … Although she had lost consciousness, she still coughed non-stop. The clothes on Hiri's chest were stained with Cheryl's blood.
"Old friend! Are you buried in the pile of books? "The Gray Cloak Man shouted at the top of the Mage Tower.
"Not yet …"
The Archbishop of the Church, Needless, walked out of the shadow of the mage tower with the help of his crutch. He had been studying 'programming' with the gray-robed man all this time and rarely returned to the tavern or Nolan's chapel. Occasionally, he would go to the spellcaster forum to kill time.
He walked to the bedside with the help of his cane and looked at Cheryl, who was covered in wounds …
"Was it a wrong decision to let her return to the Holy City?"
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