Give Me the Name of God

　　 When Stanley said "your father", Manda thought he was joking.

　　 But he quickly understood what Stanley meant. In Niujiao Town, he and Worm’s official identities are father and son.

　　 Worm was caught, Stanley didn't joking.

　　 "I know that you are not the real father and son, but only companions working together for the earl. I guess you don't care too much about the life and death of Mr. Rams. I can see that you are not a person with too much affection."

　　 Manda squeezed her chin and made no sound.

Stanley went on to say: "Two days later, the punisher of the gods will execute the arrested believers of the ancient gods here. Mr. Rams will definitely be one of them. Tomorrow night I will bring soldiers to attack the dungeon, not just for Rams. Sir, not only for those ancient **** believers, but also for the dignity of the earl, I can't let the **** punished person do whatever he wants here."

Seeing Manda still not speaking, Stanley got up and said: "If I can bring Mr. Rams back, remember to let him send me two barrels of good wine. If I die, please spill those two barrels on my tombstone. forward……"

　　 "I have said so much for sensationalism?" Manda looked up at Stanley.

　　 Stanley was taken aback: "What is sensationalism?"

　　 "Just be direct and tell me what to do."

　　 Stanley smiled when he saw Manda's eyes, he saw the rare sincerity in Manda.

　　 "Remember how we dealt with Campola?"

　　 Manda pondered for a moment and said: "Meticulous deployment, meticulous tactics and proper aftermath."

　　 "These are not the points," Stanley said with a mysterious face, "the point is that we have a very good bait that not only can get the enemy to the bait, but also run very fast."

　　 Manda smiled modestly, understood his value and positioning in tactics, and took Stanley to the warehouse to deduct the battle.

　　 Stanley is an excellent general. He not only has a clear idea, but also can accurately judge the intention of the enemy.

"First of all, the dungeon is a decoy, the bait that got me hooked. They calculate that I will definitely go there, so many traps will be arranged there. What you need to do is trigger all the traps and attract the enemy's attention to yours. Body."

　　 Manda nodded, and said with approval: "What's the difference between this and death?"

"The difference is that you don’t need to save people, you just need to escape, you can run without scruples, I can control a total of six living corpses, I give you four of them, you are a smart person, which is equivalent to giving you four more Life, you should know how to use it."

　　 "It depends on what kind of opponent you meet."

"That's a good question," Stanley nodded in agreement. "As far as I know, there are three Tier 3 divine punishment samurai who came to Niujiao Town. They are called Blasi, Janicea and Hannes. Your task is to The three of them drew away, and I didn't pay attention to the others."

　　 Three third-tiers, you said so easily.

　　 Manda covered her face with her hand and said, "Do you think they put me in their eyes?"

"You won't be treated as if you are, I will make you look like a big and unpredictable person, you take my living corpse, and bring some food to the door of the dungeon, asking to visit the prisoner, the **** punishment will definitely refuse You, and if you want to cause conflict and make things worse, it’s best to attract civilians’ onlookers,

When the God Punisher is ready to attack you, I will use my skills to plunge the surrounding dungeon into absolute darkness. You kill the God Punisher in the darkness, the more you kill, the better, and then run around the dungeon. Then you can escape.

　　 One thing must be remembered. The third-order skill of the God Punishment Warrior is the Holy Light. Once you encounter the opponent using the Holy Light, don't dodge or parry. If you don't have this ability, my living corpse will resist for you. "

　　 Manda rubbed his forehead, feeling that he was still dying: "Let me talk about a real problem first. You used the dark skill, don't I see anything?"

　　 Stanley said: "I will lend you a divine object, so that your eyes can adapt to the darkness of the underworld."

　　 "There is another question, what about the red-haired sergeant? I remember you said that he is very strong."

　　 "Are you talking about Rahn Pigou?" Stanley nodded and said, "He is really strong, and if he is also there, we can't possibly have the slightest chance of winning.

But as far as I know, he is very sick. He has reached the point where he cannot walk. I have always sent people to monitor him in secret. If he recovers suddenly, I will give up this action immediately. We are not weak, but also Not stupid. "

After talking about the tactics, Stanley didn't dare to stay for a long time. He got in touch with Lu Li'an for a while, and was about to leave the tavern. Before leaving, he told Manda: "Flee to the tavern desperately, regardless of success or failure, the group of beasts will never come near here. At least Rahn Pigou has heard of Millow’s reputation. If neither Mr. Ramsay nor I can come back alive, remember to sprinkle red wine on our tombstone."

　　 sent Stanley away, Manda sat in the warehouse, lost in thought alone.

　　 Playing with fire in front of the three third-tiers, he knew how likely he was to survive, and Manda could not find a reason to persuade him to fight his life for others.

　　 continued to meditate until the evening, when the sound of the iron interrupted Manda's thoughts, it seemed that Guatel was working very hard.

　　 What a mess, I forgot to watch him, he won't swallow the blood stone!

　　Manda rushed to the side of the kiln and saw Guatle staring at the iron cup in his hand with bright eyes.

　　 "What are you holding it for?" Manda asked nervously, "Do you want to drink water? Did you eat something unclean?"

Guatel asked instead: "Do you feel the special thing about this thing? This is the cup I just made~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Manda said with a blank look: "This is the same as the previous cup. What is the difference? "

　　 "You really didn't feel it?" Guatle picked up the can and reached a full glass of wine, and said to Manda, "Guess, what will this wine become?"

　　 Manda was startled, and cautiously sniffed: "Will it become poison? This is really a weapon."

Guatel shook his head and said with a mysterious face: "It will become water, clean water, although it is still red, but it is indeed water. That woman's method works well. I grind the stone and put it in the molten iron. After making this cup, it can turn wine into water, how amazing it is!"

　　Guattle laughed loudly, and Manda laughed too. After a long laugh, two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

　　 "How is Worm treating you?" Manda asked.

　　 "He is a good man," Guatel nodded. "He never thinks I eat too much."

　　 "This good man was caught in a dungeon, a dungeon, you've been there! You know where it is! I want to save him, I need a weapon, do you understand a weapon? Something that can kill!"

　　 "You don't like this cup?" Guatel looked at Manda disappointedly.

"Who would like to turn wine into a cup of water? Is water more expensive than wine?" Manda turned and left, Guatle held his mouth, wiped his nose, put the cup aside, and picked up a handful of meat. The knife was thrown into the furnace.

　　 The next day, Guatle sat beside Manda’s bed, stretched his neck and waited for Manda to open his eyes.

　　 Mandak resisted the urge to kick him, pointed at the door and said, "Go to the kitchen if you want to eat!"

　　Guattle took out a two-pointed, round-belly spindle, and handed it to Manda: "I don't know what a murder weapon is, but this may be possible. Save the good man."