"As for why I didn't guess that you were mixed up with the guards." Wang Chen looked up and down the priest's figure, "The answer is obvious, I don't think you can do this job."
"And people like you obviously have your own arrogance. Even if you choose a false identity on the surface, you are still a pastor of the Northern Church. So you will not condescend to be a guard."
Wang Chen frowned and said, "It's just that I don't understand why you chose to expose this false identity? Do you still want to stir up people's hatred for the church?"
"What do you want to do, you lunatic?"
Wang Chen opened his hands and counted the numbers and said: "As a high-ranking member of the Dragon Slaying Alliance, he protects the evil dragon; as a priest of the Northern Church, he drives the undead."
"Oh, maybe I can add one more thing. As a Gnostic, he tricked the dragon-slaying master of the previous generation."
As soon as these words were spoken, a cold light flashed in the pastor's eyes, and it was difficult to conceal the shock on his face.
Long Wushuang and Tang Ruotong also looked at Wang Chen in shock.
"The Dragon Slayer Master of the previous generation?" Tang Ruotong asked, "Is he the Dragon Slayer Master whose whereabouts are unknown?"
Wang Chen smiled and said: "Isn't he here where his whereabouts are unknown? You just fought against him."
"Speaking of which, you can be regarded as someone who has gone through a few tricks at the hands of the Dragon Slayer Master. Remember to mention this when writing your autobiography."
"Have I fought against him?" Tang Ruotong was confused for a moment and then suddenly widened his eyes, "Are you talking about Death Sword?"
Tang Ruotong looked at the big rice dumpling made of vines, "But he is clearly an undead, how could he be the Dragon Slayer Master?"
"We have to ask our pastor." Wang Chen stared at the pastor and said, "I don't know exactly what he did to Master Dragon Slayer. I just thought of this through his trap of Poincaré. This guy may have done the same despicable thing to the previous generation of dragon slayer masters."
Wang Chen explained: "It wasn't until a small detail that I became more certain of my conjecture."
"Have you noticed that when the Death Sword attacked Tang Ruotong at the beginning, he only took away the Dragon-Slaying Holy Sword instead of continuing to attack Tang Ruotong in pursuit of victory."
"Of course this may be because, since he became an undead, he does not have a high level of intelligence."
"But there is another possibility, that is, he was once the owner of this sword, and he has a desire to possess this sword from his lifetime memories."
The more Wang Chen spoke, the colder the pastor's eyes became, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.
However, Wang Chen didn't care about his expression at all, and continued: "I only have one guess about how he framed the previous generation of dragon-slaying masters."
Wang Chen looked at Long Wushuang and Tang Ruotong, "Do you still remember the possible side effects of the corpse poison potion?"
The two of them were startled when they heard this, and Tang Ruotong fell into deep thought.
Long Wushuang murmured: "The target poisoned by the corpse poison potion will have a certain chance of being transformed into an undead creature... So, the priest used the corpse poison potion on the previous generation of dragon-slaying masters?"
He looked at the priest, his eyes already filled with vigilance.
Now he felt more and more that this pastor's values were very distorted.
Although judging from his previous concept of dragon slaying, he knew that this guy's brain circuit was simply twisted and different from normal humans.
But at any rate, he is still regarded as a lunatic who can barely be counted among humans.
But if this madman uses corpse poison on his compatriots, then it will be completely impossible to regard him as a member of his compatriots.
The corpse poison potion is, firstly, extremely poisonous, and secondly, it will transform the poisoned creatures into undead creatures with a certain probability.
Undead creatures, due to their bloodthirsty instincts and inhuman body tissues, are naturally enemies of humans.
And the priest actually turned a dragon-slaying master into an undead.
How cruel this is!
Moreover, the whereabouts of the previous generation of dragon-slaying masters were unknown more than ten years ago, which means that during the past ten years or so.
He has been summoned by the priest as a follower of the undead. You can imagine how sad he is.
This makes people even more unhappy with the pastor.
You know, even if sometimes because of different positions, people will inevitably become enemies with respectable people.
But I will try my best to maintain some dignity for the other party and let the other party die happily.
But for a master dragon slayer, this priest was almost a representative of human courage, and he used this almost humiliating method to enslave the latter for more than ten years.
And if you think about it, you will know that in this process, he was driven to do many things that hindered the dragon slaying.
To turn the original dragon slayer into the person who blocks the dragon slaying is simply a disgrace to one's dignity.
For a time, Long Wushuang's dislike for the priest went up to several levels.
Wang Chen also looked at the pastor quietly and asked, "I wonder if I guessed it right? Mr. Pastor."
"Or maybe you don't have the courage to admit it at all. After all, you seem to have always been a villain who plays dirty tricks."
The pastor was silent for a moment with a serious face, and then sighed softly.
"Why are you forcing me? I really want to let you go. After all, you are just outsiders and you will eventually leave."
"But why do you provoke me again and again?"
He glanced at Wang Chen bitterly, "And you, why do you have to be so smart? You don't understand the meaning of hiding one's clumsiness."
"I can't let you go now no matter what, so you just stay and become Gorgon's snacks."
The pastor looked at Wang Chen with a ferocious smile and said, "It's at the cost of your life to understand this truth: too much wisdom is easy to break!"
Facing his threat, Wang Chen said coldly: "Are you going to kill us now? Are you not looking for Poincaré?"
The priest looked relaxed and said, "Look, why don't you look for him. But it's too late to look for him after I kill you. Anyway, he was injured and was only taken away by the two rookie swordsmen."
"He should be hiding somewhere in the cave passage now."
"With his injuries, he won't be able to stay in the cave for long. I just need to wait at the entrance of the cave to catch him."
"If you don't tell me his whereabouts, it's just a little trouble for me."
The priest said with a cruel smile: "But it doesn't matter to you dying people."
"You just go to hell first and wait for Poincaré to accompany you, you nosy and smart outsiders!"
Facing his face-to-face ridicule, Wang Chen smiled softly.
Sure enough, as he guessed, this guy was completely dependent on others, his own strength was extremely weak, and his perception ability was also very poor.
"Uncle, I also want to teach you a lesson."
Wang Chen smiled and said: "As a human being, it's better to be upright and aboveboard. You can't always play dirty tricks and conspiracies."
"Otherwise, over time, you will become accustomed to relying on these conspiracies and not pay attention to the improvement of your own strength."
