Black Hearted Mage
Chapter 209 Old Priest
The puppy ran to the edge of the hot spring pool like a flash of lightning, opened its mouth, and spit out the food in its mouth. Then, it began to sniff around, looking for the source of the tempting smell.
Lying in the hot spring pool, Caesars was terrified when he noticed what the puppy had vomited out. It turned out that what the puppy had vomited out was actually a palm wearing an exquisite silk glove. This strange scene made Caesars feel creepy.
"You idiot, there should be a storage ring on this hand!"
Kaisas said to the puppy. However, the puppy just whimpered and ignored its owner completely, continuing to circle around the hot spring pool.
Caesars was well aware of the puppy's little trick. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Alright, alright, stop turning around and get your food bowl out! I've saved a delicious dinner just for you!"
Upon hearing this, the pup's mouth immediately opened wide, and he happily took out the magic steel food bowl. Caesars knew the little fellow's appetite was prodigious, and the remaining omelet alone would surely be far from enough to satisfy its appetite. So, he took out five or six sweet and delicious fruits and placed them in the food bowl. Finally, he gently placed the still-warm omelet in the center of the bowl.
After everything was ready, the puppy couldn't wait to bury its chubby little head in the food bowl. However, surprisingly, it didn't immediately start to devour the food, but instead seemed to be carefully distinguishing the tempting aroma of the food.
"Eat quickly, you idiot! I'll tell you the ingredients later!"
The puppy groaned, bit the fire salamander eggshell that Caesars had thrown away, and put it in the food bowl.
"These are fire salamander eggs!"
The puppy looked at the eggshell, sniffed the remaining egg liquid, and then chewed the eggshell to eat it. This is the smell of food it is storing, and next time it goes out, it will be sure to look for it carefully.
"Dead dog, you've been out for so many days. Have you found the lair of the ground dragon?"
The puppy, head buried in his omelet, whined in response.
"Did it lay any eggs?"
The puppy suddenly raised its head and looked at Caesars in confusion. It had been in a ground dragon's lair before, but after seeing the dragon's size, it was too scared to go in and explore.
Seeing the puppy shaking his head, Caesars knew that this guy definitely didn't dare to go in.
"You idiot! The Earth Dragon is roaring underground. Usually, it's either injured or laying eggs. But don't worry, its eggs take years to hatch, and you need to grow taller first. When we leave the Southern Continent, we'll steal the eggs. No, take them!"
The puppy hummed, indicating that it completely agreed with what Caesars said.
Caesars emerged from the hot springs, and the puppies, having eaten and drunk their fill, went to the boiling pool. Looking at the hand on the ground, Caesars excitedly picked it up. Only a magician would wear silk gloves. When he removed the exquisite silk glove, a fleshy palm was revealed. Looking at the calluses on it, it was clear that it didn't belong to a magician.
Removing the storage ring inlaid with magic gems, Caesars couldn't wait to open it. The contents were eye-popping. There were numerous women's silk lingerie of various colors, as well as large silk panties. When he saw the staff with a large cross, Caesars guessed the identity of the owner. He was either a priest or a cleric, and a very strong man.
Fifteen boxes of gleaming gold coins, each one freshly minted and meticulously crafted. Their surfaces were as smooth as a mirror, barely scratched, their gleaming brilliance nearly blinding the eye. Who could have imagined that a mere Saint Laurent could be so wealthy? But what if it were an entire army?
"Damn dog, where are they?" Caesars asked anxiously.
He grabbed the severed paw and threw it at the puppy, which was enjoying a comfortable bath. The puppy was frightened and shuddered, splashing a large amount of water. The puppy stretched out its stubby legs and pointed directly in the direction it had just run back.
"You dead dog, stop taking a bath! Get up quickly and take me to find those guys immediately. As long as you can help me find them, all the delicious food will be yours after Master Caesar kills them all!" Caesar said in a coaxing manner.
These people from the Saint Laurent Church have come all the way to this southern continent, and they must have some hidden secret. These uninvited guests must not be left alive; they must be completely eradicated to prevent future trouble.
For Caesar, they were just here to give him gold coins, so he had to kill them.
The dark red puppy was extremely excited. It jumped out of the hot spring pool and shook its body to get rid of the water droplets. Its short and strong legs began to trot.
"Slow down, you idiot! I only have two legs, I can't catch up with you!"
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, its clear light illuminating the southern continent. The puppy trotted happily across the warm volcanic ash, its four short legs moving alternately, raising a small cloud of dust. Caesars followed cautiously, not daring to let up even for a moment.
In the darkness, the temperature around them gradually dropped. Man and dog continued on their way, and after walking for about ten miles, they finally saw a faint glow of fire ahead. The light flickered in the darkness, like twinkling stars in the night sky.
"You damn dog, how can you smell the aroma of the omelet from such a long distance?" Caesars couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
The clever puppy hummed in response, as if showing off its keen sense of smell to its owner.
The puppy was still running ahead, but every few steps it would turn back to see if Caesars was keeping up. Seeing this, Caesars gradually slowed down his pace, began to carefully survey his surroundings, and prepared to get closer to observe the exact number and situation of the enemy.
As we drew closer, we could see three massive tents neatly arranged beside the distant bonfire. They formed a triangular pattern, perfectly surrounding the blazing fire. Figures swayed outside the tents, evidently patrolling and keeping watch. However, the flickering flames made their figures appear and disappear, making it difficult to see the full picture.
At this moment, Caesars' mind moved, and he unleashed his unique magical skill—Magic Tentacles. Thin strands of magic shot out from his hands, rapidly extending forward, silently and slithering towards the tents like a nimble snake.
Just as the magic tentacles touched the seemingly ordinary tent, suddenly, an extremely angry voice exploded like thunder: "Arrogant scoundrel!"
Along with this roar, an unparalleled force erupted, shattering the invading magical tentacles. This sudden change startled Caesar, who was standing by. He immediately realized that the opponent's strength should not be underestimated.
Then, the tent's curtain flung open, and a figure slowly emerged. Their white hair flowed freely, falling over their shoulders like silver frost. They wore a slightly worn linen robe, but over that, they wore a half-plate of magic steel. Half-plate armor is a vest-like suit of armor, with both front and back plates made of meticulously forged magic steel, effectively protecting vital areas. Areas like the shoulders and arms remain uncovered, allowing for greater mobility.
The thing connecting the two pieces of magic steel armor is animal skin, which is very ordinary animal skin.
The profession of combat priest was not uncommon, but Caesars had never encountered such an elderly combat priest. At this moment, people from the other two tents also rushed out at the sound. They moved quickly and in unison, each holding a few flares and throwing them with force in the direction pointed by the old priest.
Only a few sharp whistles pierced the night sky, and several flares, trailing long flames, shot up into the sky and then slowly fell downwards. In an instant, the entire area was illuminated as bright as day.
"You damn dog! They all have two hands. The guy you bit must still be hiding in the tent!"
Everyone looked in that direction. In the bright and dazzling light, a man and a dog stood still without moving. They had no intention of escaping and let the strong light shine on them.
"That little dog brought someone here!"
When they saw the puppy, everyone around the tent showed a look of horror.
"Kill it, kill both the man and the dog!"
Suddenly, an angry roar erupted from within the tent, threatening to burst through the small structure. Then, a portly figure slowly emerged. His right hand was tightly wrapped in thick bandages, while his left gripped a white staff. He wore a vibrant red priest robe. He was a highly respected cardinal in the Church of Saint Laurent.
"Haha, look who this is? It's actually a fat pig that can walk upright! Do you really think this is the cathedral of the Saint Laurent Empire? Do you think you can kill people at will here? But the things in the bishop's storage ring are a bit shocking. Tsk tsk tsk, there are so many gold coins hidden in it, but... hehe, what's the meaning of putting so many women's underwear in it? Could it be that you, the noble bishop, have some special fetish?"
Caesars glanced at the other person with disdain, a scornful smile on his lips.
Before he finished speaking, Caesars unhesitatingly reached out and pulled out the storage ring he had just acquired. With a thought, rays of colorful light shot out from it. Upon closer inspection, he saw a vast pile of women's underwear, fluttering down. Furthermore, several equally colorful and oversized pairs of panties were also mixed in, creating a rather comical and awkward scene.
"Damn it! You're such a fool! How dare you humiliate me like this? Kill him!"
Seeing his shameful secrets exposed to everyone without reservation, the bishop's face turned red instantly, veins popped out on his forehead, his teeth chattered, and he roared at the followers behind him in frustration.
"Damn dog, this fat guy is in your hands now. Attack his vital parts!"
Caesars took out his dragon-bloodwood staff, deciding to go light this time. The opposing battle priest, though a bit older, was probably about as strong as he was.
The puppy whimpered softly, then suddenly turned its head and ran off into the distance. Its small figure disappeared from people's sight like a flash of lightning, obviously preparing to launch a surprise attack on the obese bishop.
The people standing opposite him all turned their gazes in the direction the puppy had left. Their faces showed a hint of nervousness and fear, as if they were more afraid of this puppy imbued with mysterious powers than a magician.
At this moment, the bloated bishop suddenly shouted in fear: "Protect me! Hurry up!"
His fat body trembled constantly due to extreme panic, and his voice became sharp and piercing.
Hearing the bishop's cry, the old priest beside him frowned tightly and said in a low voice: "Defense!"
As his orders were issued, more than twenty guards in leather armor sprang into action. Each of them drew a magic steel shield, which gleamed with a cold light and was covered in densely packed magic patterns.
The guards deftly linked their shields together, quickly forming an incredibly solid defensive line. Each shield was approximately 1.5 meters tall, but less than a meter wide. Its surface was covered in sharp spikes, creating a formidable presence.
This type of shield is called a heavy tower shield and has extremely high defensive power. It is usually only placed at the front of the team to serve as a solid defensive barrier when a large-scale legion is deployed.
In a matter of moments, over twenty tower shields were tightly connected to form a solid fortress, like a tin can, tightly protecting the obese bishop and the several priests around him. This protective circle formed by the tower shields was almost flawless, and even a great magician would have a hard time breaking through it.
The puppy, hidden in the darkness, didn't give up. It uttered a low humming sound that sounded both angry and helpless. Facing the impenetrable tower shield fortress before it, it couldn't find a suitable opportunity to attack and could only watch its target hide inside.
Meanwhile, Caesar, who had been standing still, slowly and steadily approached the old priest. His face showed no trace of anxiety or impulsiveness, as if everything was under control. Although the enemy before him had prepared a strong defense, for Caesar, defeating the old priest was the most important task.
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