Chapter 589: Unrelated or Related

"You absolutely cannot be the God's Side!" Although she had fallen into the control of the silver dragon, the witch was still struggling relentlessly, "You absolutely cannot be!"

"My lord, she is crazy, crazy!" Buckman spoke quickly. Although he did not know what the mood and temperament of the silver dragon was, if he took into account the behavior of most members of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society and his own behavior, Buckman felt that it was difficult to guarantee that the other party would not implicate him in a rage. "She just wanted to frame us, my lord, she Absolutely crazy!"

To Buckman's surprise, Silver Dragon did not kill people, but instead showed a teasing smile at the corner of her lips, "Witch, right? Tell me, why do you think I'm fake?"

"You shouldn't have seen me either, right?"

Silver Dragon's body exuded a gray aura, covering her entire body. The faces of several shadow spirits suddenly changed drastically, and Buckman even called out "My Lord" loudly and knelt down - that was the power of the god he was loyal to!

Only the witch, only the witch, not only did she not have any awe, but continued to stare at Silver Dragon, and then a series of hoarse laughter trembled from her throat.

"That's it, that's it! I didn't expect you to be so stupid as to release it on your own initiative!" The witch yelled, "This is the evidence that you stole my Lord's power! This is the evidence! You usurper!"

"How could my Lord easily give such divine power to others?! This is impossible! You stole it!"

The silver dragon's lizard face showed a hint of surprise: "You are really extraordinary. Can you actually detect what this is?"

"Of course, my piety to my Lord is beyond doubt-"

A crisp sound came into Buckman's ears, causing the funeral bishop's face to change suddenly. However, before he could make a choice between looking up or continuing to be humble, the witch's frozen face had already appeared in front of him.

In the form of rolling on the ground.

"You know a lot, but this is not a good thing." The silver dragon's cold voice came from above, making Buckman even more at a loss.

"My lord, I believe..."

"Shh, I'm not talking about you," Silver Dragon interrupted him, "Your comrade, do you know her past?"

"I... don't know very well."

"A citizen of a territory, she was originally just a little beggar," Silver Dragon told the witch's origin, "Her leader who left his hometown intended to follow the footsteps of our Lord, but unfortunately, he made some small flaws in the process of implementation."

"Most of the citizens were transformed into ghosts who were neither alive nor dead. Only this little girl knew the name of our Lord from somewhere and knelt on the street to recite His name. For this, she was fortunate to become one of the believers."

"But this is not a good thing. Being too close to the gods will inevitably bear the glory of the gods. Even if a little beggar with congenital deficiencies has come to this point today, she has finally reached the end - she denied the existence of the gods, so she went crazy."

Crazy? Buckman didn't want to believe this explanation, and the witch's head in front of him was also reminding him of this. However, it was the existence of this head that made him give up thinking like that.

Since she was crazy, then let her be crazy.

"You don't believe it?" Silver Dragon asked, and then interrupted the remaining bishop's thinking, "It doesn't matter, I can tell you this: the witch did not betray us, and part of her words are actually correct - for example, I am indeed not the side of God, at least not before."

"The adult who was supposed to hand over to you had a big accident in the previous operation and could not complete the mission normally, so I had to come out and show my face and do these jobs."

Is it...?

Buckman didn't know whether he should believe it, but since the other party couldn't question it even if he didn't say it, the bishop felt that it was better to believe it.

"So you don't have to worry about my authenticity. You can also feel the Lord's aura from me, right?"

"Then... May I ask, sir, what should I do now?" Buckman asked tremblingly, "We have lost a lot of people now."

The "martyrdom" of three of the four bishops is just the result of a larger shadow. In fact, in recent days, more Ash Priests have tried to sneak into Green Swamp Town, but most of them were caught by the guards and militia. The rest hid on the edge of the village and barely escaped.

No one knows why! Why can such a place be so luxurious as to use a paladin to lead the guard! The aura of the cultists in the eyes of the young paladin is like the sun in the dark night that cannot be ignored! No one can hide under his nose!

And with the failure of the first assassination, it is difficult for both Buckman and the shadow spirits to sneak into the town again. Although they can still come and go freely in those villages, so what? Their target should be those high-level people.

Attacking civilians was originally the mission of another bishop - but the other party is unlikely to be able to complete it now.

"Wait."

The silver dragon only gave one word.

"Wait?"

"Your laxity and incompetence are beyond the expectations of me and the gods, bishop," the silver dragon glanced at him coldly, "your biggest achievement now is to wipe out two old fragments and kill dozens of goblins."

"This is far from the goal, and you are almost completely damaged. I dare not give you anything to complete. Next, I will take over and force the final step."

"And you just need to maintain your strength and give everything when I need you."

"That's it." "I object."

The silver dragon's eyes looked at the shadow spirits, and finally fell on the pale elf with leaf veins on his face.

"We are not one of you, you are not qualified to order us," the shadow spirit said in a deep voice, "If you can no longer provide help, we will chase the traitor in our own way."

"You are also part of the plan."

"That has nothing to do with us, we-"

Before the shadow spirit finished speaking, a pair of eyes full of magic with a strange light sprinkled on him and his fellow tribesmen behind him. In just a moment, the eyes of the shadow spirits became hazy and gradually lost focus.

The voice of the silver dragon seemed to come from far, far away, very, very far away, as if it came from its hometown, carrying the will of their master...

"Now, all this has something to do with you..." (End of this chapter)