“What? There is also an envoy from Keyi City?”
Tori was also stunned. Did the Keyi City Branch send two envoys out?
The thug took out a black flower, and looked at Botton at the same time, saying, “No, that man claimed to be a messenger from the depths of the swamp…”
This time, even Botton stared at the black flower.
This is a black fog flower that blooms only in the depths of the swamp, and speaking of it, not long ago, he also came to Pastor Tori with this little black flower as a token, asking the Pure Brotherhood to help him get a few babies…
“This is someone sent by the swamp witch!”
Bolton immediately reacted.
“Swamp Witch?”
Zhao Li frowned slightly.
In the past, the Swamp Witch had any need, ordered him and Bolton to complete it, but in the last rescue of the Baroness and daughter, the entire Swamp Forest hut was burned by him.
And the people of the Pure Brotherhood are now bound by themselves in this camp. Where did the swamp witch become a new messenger?
“What is the relationship between the Pure Brotherhood and the Swamp Witch?”
Zhao Li asked Tori.
“Think about it, count on it and help each other. The requirement of Keyi City is to get along as good as possible with the nearby wizards and try to win over them…”
Tori explained to Zhao Li.
In fact, the Pure Brotherhood has no direct relationship with all kinds of wild black wizards. It must be described, but it feels a bit like “dark forces are watching over each other”. Although ordinary dark wizards, including the swamp witch, do not trust the Pure Brotherhood – otherwise they would not have cultivated Bolton and Franken.
But if you encounter some troubles, you can only rely on the Pure Brothers to take action. Similarly, if the Pure Brothers will have some troubles that they cannot solve, or if they need some special magic help, they will also seek help from the dark wizards nearby.
“Bring that guy here!”
Zhao Li made a decision directly.
Soon, the doorkeeper came over with a middle-aged man who was a little timid and dressed as a farmer.
“Are you the messenger of the swamp witch?”
Zhao Li frowned and asked the middle-aged farmer.
This middle-aged farmer is obviously a young man who has just debuted and has never seen any world. Facing the scene in front of him, he not only can’t speak, but his face turns pale, and even his hands and feet are trembling because of fear.
This middle-aged farmer cannot be blamed for being timid, but an ordinary person standing hereI feel a little uncomfortable.
Zhao Li, a bald man, was holding two huge silver hammers in his hand. One of them was covered with flesh and blood. The walls of the living room had collapsed, and there was still a dead Maqi lying beside him.
The point is that March’s death is really miserable.