87-Bron's Palace

"Are you sure they can achieve your goal?" Jon looked at the three faraway fallen paladins and frowned. Obviously, he doesn't believe that these guys who betrayed their faith will really be convinced by the illusory conditions just given by Mo Fan.

"If they hadn't stopped to listen to my temptation just now, maybe there would really be no chance!" Mo Fan looked at Jon with a smile and said confidently, "But now it seems that at least 80% of the knife killing plan I planned before may be implemented."

"I hope so!" Seeing Mo Fan's confident face, Jon sighed deeply and said nothing more.

"Why are you so deep?" Mo Fan looked at the worried old man Jon with a puzzled face and said, "Don't you feel happy?"

"Happy? The only thing I have now is unwillingness!" Jon exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and obviously also complained about the traitors of the rebel union.

After all, in order to establish this organization, Jon, the old man who almost incarnated as a ninja green-haired turtle, has paid silently for nearly 300 years, but the final result is that the revenge has not been avenged. On the contrary, it has become a wedding dress for others. How can this not make him feel lost!

Mo Fan naturally knew Jon's thoughts, and immediately comforted him: "Even if we lose that group of traitors who can't stand on the stage, we still have the same chance to revenge!"

So I said, you old man, just relax your mind! Don't think about those shameful traitors. Isn't it more comfortable to think about the wonderful days when we will trample on the Holy See in the future?

"Thank you! I appreciate your kindness!" Jon smiled bitterly. Obviously, he did not think that Mo Fan could complete the great feat of overthrowing the Holy See alone, because the road of no return was too bumpy and rugged.

Such as not to mention how powerful the Holy See is, the retrograde union that has changed its flag and openly and has become the most annoying. If they accidentally catch their braids, then Mofan and Jon will really fall into a doomed place.

Thinking of this, Jon's locked eyebrows frowned even more tightly, and a big Sichuan character was raised on his broad forehead. At that moment, he immediately reminded Mo Fan: "We still have to be careful on the next road. I think if we are okay in the future, you'd better hide your identity as a necromancer. Hide!"

"This is natural!" Mo Fan nodded. He would never produce any demon moths before the Holy See and the rebel union and the two began to bite the dog.

Now what Mo Fan wants to do and must do is to watch the play in the dark, wait for the Holy See and the rebel union dog to bite the dog. It is best to drag the spirit of the sworn adver of the dead into the water. When the dog bites the dog and both sides are injured, he will forcefully run out as a hunter and beat one of the net. .

Looking at Mo Fan's thoughtful appearance, Jon felt that he still had hope for revenge, and his heavy mood eased a lot. As he said seriously, "So do you have any ideas now?"

"Step by step, now let's go to King Blanc to find Andre!" Mo Fan replied without thinking about it. This trip was to charge Andre. If he couldn't meet him, it would not be worth the loss.

"What are you going to do with these guys?" Jon pointed to the paladins in the woods who were transformed into necromancers by Mofan. Because he has always been puzzled, why Mo Fan didn't swallow their souls.

"Do you have a way to pack them and take them away?" Mo Fan said with a sasly smile and said with an old-fashioned look, "These guys still have to keep them for the time being, because they will still be useful in the future."

"Why do you want to pack and take it away?" Jon shook his head puzzledly and obviously didn't understand Mo Fan's behavior. In his opinion, the best way now is to collect all their souls in accordance with the principle of no waste. Although they can't improve much cultivation, mosquito legs are still meat, aren't they?

Mo Fan naturally knew Jon's idea, so he shook his head and explained, "If there is an accident in the future, I will take them to the headquarters of the rebel union!" At that time, even if the Holy See of Light does not believe what the three timid fallen knights said before will eventually take the initiative to walk into the trap set by me.

"Oh!" Jon suddenly nodded and couldn't help raising his thumbs up at Mo Fan: "High, really high! You are really insidious! It's worthy of being a strong man from the heterogeneous plane. I really underestimated you before.

"Let's go! If you can't praise people, don't talk nonsense!" Mo Fan said with an unhappy face, "Is there anything you can do? If so, quickly get them into my consciousness space and remember to save their souls, otherwise they will become waste!"

The reason why Jon did it is because Mo Fan recently found that the consciousness space attached to his soul was limited at a level, and he could not really fully control it before he entered the legendary necromancer.

So at present, Jon, who has the legendary immortal emperor and the title of genius alchemist, has naturally become Mo Fan's unique choice. Fortunately, Jon, an old man, had already been subdued by someone. Otherwise, he would not dare to decentralise this obscene old man so much.

"Don't worry about me!" Jon smiled and waved a pale cyan giant net composed of the power of the soul, and instantly installed the more than 200 paladins who were turned into dead puppets into someone's unique consciousness space.

"It's done! Let's go!"

Looking at the empty forest open space, Mo Fan stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and immediately started in the direction of King Brown City without looking back! What needs to be done now is to find the king named Ansair.

I just don't know if the mysterious guy named Ansiel will be the legendary Holy Dragon Knight! This is something that Mo Fan is looking forward to.

The dark forest was not far from the main city of the Kingdom of Brown, so Mo Fan quickly rushed there again and followed the guidance of a small wooden card full of earthworm writing left by Ansiel before, he quickly came to the core of this somewhat dilapidated royal city, that is, the location of the Blanc Palace.

It's just that the Blanc Palace reflected in Mo Fan's eyes is completely different from what he imagined. The royal palace that symbolizes the facade of a country should not be magnificent and gorgeously decorated! But the so-called royal palace in front of him does not have such a side at all!

Nearly 10 meters wide and 15 meters high, the heavy wooden door made of an unknown tree is tightly closed, emitting a pungent smell of decay. Two guys dressed in blue and gray trousers with purple hair, who look like gatekeepers are leaning against the thick wall and dozed off.

On the edge of the gate, the wall of the palace, which is dozens of meters high, is made of blue-gray stone slabs, and the traces washed by the rain form gray gullies. Obviously, it has not been cleaned up for a long time.

At the top of the city wall, the guard tower in charge of guarding at the four corners is the dome-type building of the Rhinester world as usual, but there is no one guarding it.

As for the alarm bells in the tower, they are covered with a thick layer of copper rust, especially the thick iron chain of the arm responsible for hanging the heavy alarm bell, which has long been weathered.

So that Mo Fan looked at it and felt that those alarm bells that might not have been sounded from the hanging seemed to fall at any time. If you have to say that it is special, it can only be said that this large castle is full of nostalgic retro simplicity.

But Mo Fan doesn't think so. It's a matter of face, and he would rather die than surrender. The hardship is small, but the face is big. If you are poor for a year, don't be poor! No matter how a palace is, it is at least a kingdom facade!

Even if this country is really poor and can't live, it doesn't matter if you don't repair the outer wall. You don't have to tear down and rebuild this dilapidated palace, but at least, you have to brush the outer wall again in a few years!

Look at the interstellar era in Mo Fan's previous life. The facade of that administrative unit is not magnificent and magnificent. Even if it is a poor county, the government unit is still very magnificent!

If the leaders are not satisfied, they may immediately overthrow and rebuild in a few years! Moreover, the guards in front of the door are specially designed for special forces, and the military posture stands tall! It's not as bad as the Blanc Palace. I can't even afford a gatekeeper, and I found two such chilly lazy people to fill the facade! Isn't this a slap in the face?

Looking at the gatekeeper who was shrinking his arms and lying on the edge of the wall, Mo Fan shook his head helplessly, so he had to walk over and said doubtily, "Is this the Royal Palace of Blanc?"

Who knew that after Mo Fan finished speaking, the two gatekeepers in cyan clothes and were lazy did not mean to talk to Mo Fan at all. They still leaned on the wall behind them, squinted their eyes and took a nap, looking like they were irate.

In the face of the contempt of the two gatekeepers, Mo Fan is not easy to get angry. There is no way to let the strength of these two guys. He can't see through it at all!

Even when Mo Fan used soul reconnaissance, he was almost discovered by the two hidden gatekeepers. If he hadn't found out that he didn't withdraw in time, I'm afraid he would have been found out by these two guys!

And this discovery also made Mo Fan feel that his trip became more and more interesting, and more and more made him want to know what other unknown secrets are hidden in this seemingly dilapidated and old Brown Kingdom.

Is the king named Anshir really just the cultivation of the strongest swordsman? And what other intention did he have to bring Andre into the kingdom of Brown? Is it really just to help Mo Fan relieve stress?