The garrulous woman spoke unclearly, exacerbating Carlos' confusion about himself.
I forgot one thing.
Carlos was sure of it.
But whether that matter was important or not had no real impact on Carlos.
So what if you forget about such a thing?
Not very good.
If you forget, forget it.
However, the woman's last unintelligible words seemed to stimulate Carlos and made him unable to let go for a long time.
However, I just can't remember it. There is no hint, no clue, just inner entanglement. For the soldiers who are about to go to the battlefield, adjusting this kind of psychology is just a few deep breaths.
Carlos himself can be counted as most of the spell casters, so he will not underestimate any warlock.
In the world of magic, countless archmages have capsized and died in the sewers, not to mention that Carlos is just a paladin.
So following the clues he obtained, Carlos carefully sneaked into the secret gathering place of the warlocks.
High-level Holy Light users are naturally able to use abilities similar to the arcane vision of mages, which is very effective in breaking magic traps. Carlos no longer cares much about physical traps such as flipping the floor and placing a crossbow between walls.
Along the way, after breaking three traps, Carlos successfully reached his destination.
The defense is too lax.
There is almost no hidden responsibility of underground workers.
The smell of demons ahead was getting stronger and stronger, and Carlos couldn't hold back the murderous intention in his heart, but his reason still told him that obtaining information was more important than killing a few minions.
So he held back.
Suppressing his own aura, he took advantage of the dim visual characteristics of the underground space and used various covers to quickly pass through.
Finally, Carlos saw it.
Three sorceresses were performing a summoning ritual around a magic circle. A crack in the space was torn open by magic power, about the length of two elbows. On the opposite side of the crack, the devil's whispers stimulated the eardrums of the sorceresses, teaching them taboos. Knowledge.
These forbidden magical knowledge stimulated the sorceresses, and all three of them had abnormal flushes on their faces, as if they were experiencing some great pleasure, without even noticing that they were on the verge of losing their strength.
For a moment, Carlos hesitated.
After working on it for a long time, the three rookies haven't even opened the space crack to let the legion demons come over.
Such a strong aura of shadow power is just a way for the devil to bewitch the warlocks. It is not that some "big guy" has come to Azeroth. This made Carlos a little disappointed.
Because of the inexplicable restlessness in his heart, he is now very eager for a hearty battle and an enemy worth fighting.
But no.
Carlos has seen the power of Archimonde and knows how terrifying the real great demon is, because he is very sure that behind this space rift is just a bluffing guy, and the rich shadow aura is only the unique twisting void. The geography is produced naturally, rather than emanating from some demon.
It must be these rookie warlocks who are so obsessed with it.
In this case, whether you are exposed is a cost issue.
At present, the Cursed Sect has not yet heard the news of its return to Azeroth. For the major forces in the alliance, the Cursed Sect, as an enemy, comes from behind. But for the Cult of the Damned, Carlos spoke of the enemy in the shadows.
You need to think about whether it is worth exposing yourself because of three little miscellaneous fish.
Just when Carlos was weighing and thinking, the situation changed.
Finally, the three sorceresses fell to the ground due to exhaustion and lost their guides. The magic circle was gradually disintegrating, and the stability of the spatial rift also dropped sharply.
When Carlos laughed at himself and was about to let the three sorceresses go, an accident suddenly happened. A large imp with dark red skin suddenly jumped out before the rift collapsed, letting out a harsh and hideous laugh. .
It said in Salas: "Foolish fellows, your souls belong to the great Pallasza."
Whether to sanction the three sorceresses who summoned demons was a matter of profit and could be weighed, but allowing the demons to commit crimes was a matter of principle. Carlos stood up.
"There is a fourth idiot...ah!"
The kid who called himself Parasza suddenly let out a cry and looked frightened.
"You...you...you are..."
Parasza's dim eyes moved rapidly, obviously thinking about how to deal with the current situation.
The rift connecting the twisted void has been closed, and there is no way to escape. The three delicious souls that were originally thought to be within easy reach have now become bait in a deadly trap.
The hunter becomes the prey in a matter of seconds.
I am desperate, desperate for this malicious world!
Parasza held his head in a twisted posture and fell into panic.
"You know me? That's interesting."
Carlos' Salas language is not that good, because it is the language of the devil, which is naturally magical. When learning and understanding, it is dismantled and cracked. At this moment, it sounds like a mechanical fracture to the devil's ears... …It fits Carlos’ character very well.
Isn't that "demon" going to kill him immediately?
Palazza seemed to see hope of survival.
"You are a paladin!"
Carlos rushed forward and kicked the lying kid to the wall, unable to get the button off.
"who I am?"
Even the devil can feel pain. Parasza knew that several of his bones were broken and his skin was wrinkled in pain, but he knew that if he said the wrong word, he might be dead.
Those big demons can slowly resurrect in the twisting void after death, but little devils don't have such treatment. They are really dead when they die, so Parasza cherishes his life very much.
"You are Carlos Barov, the enemy named by the Polluter."
"oh?"
Carlos looked at the kid in front of him meaningfully.
"What did he say?"
"The polluter said, said, said..."
"say what?"
"Say you're dead."
Parasza suddenly imitated Archimonde's tone in an attempt to scare Carlos, but a kid is a kid. Even if he spoke in Archimonde's tone, he didn't have that kind of momentum at all. Carlos was just startled and not shocked at all. Group, directly kicked up a stone with his heel and hit the forehead of the sorceress who was trying to cast a spell behind him, easily defeating Parasza's plan.
"Ah, Parasza is dead now."
The kid is a smart guy. Seeing that the sneak attack failed, he started to use self-destruction.
However, Carlos stepped forward, grabbed its neck, injected holy light into its body through his palm, and forcibly interrupted Parasza's self-destruction.
"Want to die? Don't even ask me if I agree."
After Carlos interrupted Parasza's self-destruction, he used the Holy Light Chain to lock the kid who seemed to know something, and prepared to turn around and torture him slowly.
At this time, Sora arrived.
"Are you sending me a message in a hurry just to ask me to come and have sex with you? Would you rather fall in love with these ugly women who have undergone plastic surgery than look down on me?"
Still talking nonsense, Sora looked around quickly, and then looked at the kid bound by the chain of holy light with great interest.
Seeing that Carlos didn't respond at all, he jumped back boringly and sat on the back of a wooden unicorn.
"The contact has been made."
"Well, please clean up this place. It's not suitable for me to appear in front of others for the time being."
Carlos is looking forward to meeting Fao.
