Chapter 378 Where are my hostages?

"So please tell me, in today's living example, we-"

"Your Majesty, please pause!"

As Patrick neared the end of his short speech, Daniel's voice interrupted him.

"Mr. Daniel, what's the matter?" The bishop looked at the member of the Rose Council and was surprised to find that this man who looked younger than he actually had eyes filled with tears.

"Mr. Bishop, what you said is so good!" Daniel shouted, "Who can be without desires? Who can be without ties! For me, besides my wife, the one I care about most is my dear It’s my daughter!”

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"How can a person like me ignore family ties because of my own selfish interests! Lord Bishop, I've figured it out! I'm going to convince Ivy right now!"

"You... figured it out?" Patrick raised his eyebrows. He never expected that his preaching would have unexpected gains. "Are you really willing to cooperate with us? Is it all because of my words?"

"Of course! It's really good!" Liya agreed, "What's the use of that daughter that I can't even remember? I just want my husband and I to live our lives in peace!"

"Lia, you!"

"Daniel, we are in the same boat now!"

"Your wife is really big-hearted," Patrick rolled his eyes, but he believed 60% to 70% of what the other party said, "But no matter what, we at least reached an agreement, right?"

"Malac, go and untie them."

When the monk got up and went to untie the Daniels, the middle-aged bishop looked with satisfaction at the silent master and servant, Hendricks and Steward Slade: "Did you see that, you two?" As long as you cooperate, you won't have to suffer so much."

"We have no interest in your daughters, we just need them to be a middleman."

This time, Bishop Patrick's solicitation received no response. Compared with the Daniels who spoke fiercely before, Hendricks upheld a non-violent and non-cooperative attitude - Molten Iron Barrier is a formal order organization after all, so is it necessary to deprive a hostage of the right to remain silent?

Patrick was not surprised by the spice merchant's reaction. He turned around and turned his unsuspecting back towards Brother James, preparing to go find the Daniels and his wife for further discussion. But at this moment, the monk who was struggling to stand suddenly raised his head with a fierce look. A dagger slipped out of his wide sleeve and stabbed the bishop in the back of the neck. !

"Well--"

The dagger cut through the skin of the back of Patrick's neck, but it did not cut out even a drop of blood. Instead, the bishop twisted the joints into an incredible angle and strangled the throat of "Brother James" with his backhand.

The moment the monk's feet left the ground, his body structure changed rapidly. Dark gray skin replaced the original human skin, and the huge rosacea quickly retracted into his only two huge eyes and one With his open-mouthed face, as his size changed, Patrick was unable to restrain him with one hand. The attacker easily got rid of the iron-like hands and quickly jumped up to a nearby man with cat-like agility. On the wine barrel.

"Metamorph!" The half-elf monk Malak couldn't help but be frightened. He didn't care about Daniel and his wife. He quickly rushed to Patrick, "When did there be such a creature in the Rose City!"

"I'm afraid it's always been there." The bishop moved his wrist with his other hand. The smile on his face gradually faded, but it remained there for a long time. "But when I think of the hag and the black dragon that suddenly appeared, this Afraid of it being the work of our dear lord?”

"But do you underestimate our religious order too much? You don't look like a professional assassin, so you want to be a lone hero and assassinate me?"

"Send your name so that you don't have to be buried under someone else's name like the rest of your clan."

"Jack," the shape-shifter sneered, looking down at the bishop condescendingly, "I am indeed not a professional assassin, but who told you that I came here alone?"

"Guys! Give the lords of the Order a little doppelganger shock!"

Almost instantly, the entire winery exploded. Some of the priests suddenly drew their weapons and attacked the "colleagues" around them. However, the attacked were unable to react at all and could only fall to the bodies of those familiar to them with painful cries for help. under the face.

"Have you been replaced?" Malak was horrified. He used his scabbard to knock back several priests who were approaching and could not tell whether they were his own. He tried his best to prevent them from causing trouble to the bishop. "Mr. Bishop, we What to do now!”

With his ability and familiarity with these church members, it was difficult to distinguish the authenticity of these people. In this chaos, he could only carry out indiscriminate attacks.

"Watch the hostages first!" Patrick shouted and pointed around with his fingers. The equipment containing wine exploded one after another. Under the shroud of water mist, the two quickly approached the Daniels.

Hendricks is a good human shield, but it's not as easy to use as Daniel and Liya, who are relatively slender.

"Don't come here! Otherwise we can't guarantee the safety of the hostages!"

A portal opened in front of Daniel and his wife. Before they could react, Patrick grabbed them and took them more than a hundred meters away, completely out of the fog made of wine.

"Where is your leader? I want to meet him!" Patrick's voice echoed in the winery, but what answered him was a barrel that broke through the fog and was thrown into the air!

"Cut!"

Malak shouted in a deep voice, took a step forward, and the sword flashed, and immediately chopped the wine into dozens of pieces. As the wine poured down, the sense of crisis exploded in the monk's heart without warning!

"Bishop, be careful!"

With a "boom", almost every drop of wine in the sky turned into a bomb. The explosion was wrapped in violent arcane energy, making its power not inferior to the seventh ring of arcane!

"Damn it, do you want to kill us?!"

When the smoke gradually dissipated, accompanied by violent coughing, Patrick and Malak stood up again with dust on their faces. Patrick's bishop robe was almost blown to pieces. If he hadn't held up the spell at the last moment, I'm afraid that even the last few strips of cloth hanging on his body like ribbons would not be saved.

Even if he used his toes to think, he knew that the guy who could cause such an explosion was the lord of the delusion land.

"Think about your companion's family! Are you going to bury them with me!"

The bishop went to grab the hostage behind him. The explosion just now was so sudden that he didn't even have time to use the hostage as a shield!

But now it was really a little late, and Patrick's hand fell into the air.

The bishop turned his head and looked at the empty back: "Where are my hostages?!"