Godly System: From Fire to God

"Ahhhh, Knight Dewar, my curtain is dirty by you!"

General Rudolph looked at the door curtain with the blood of two civet cats and couldn't help complaining.

"It's you who said you can't do it in the room. I just calculated it. These two orcs have already ran out of the door. I did follow your request."

Dewar took back his sword and said naturally.

"Let's do it, anyway, this camp has been dirty, I can't live it anymore, I will go out now and have someone rebuild it for me."

General Rudolph said, stood up and walked outside the door.

"Stupid royal heir, who is so careless in this kind of place, I wouldn't have bothered to bring this kind of guy on the expedition if it weren't for your majesty to entrust him to us."

Grand Master Bell watched him walk out coldly, and then said with a disgusted face.

"It doesn't matter, I prefer to bring this kind of stupid boy who doesn't care about everything. He doesn't care about anything, which means that we are carrying this army. No one is arguing and can still hold power, okay? "

The Dewar knight waved his hand indifferently, showing a slight smile.

"I don't care about these things. I just hope that my Majesty can give me what I want this time. I'm only one step away from the eighth-order great magister. This is my only dream. I don't care about other things. "

Bell Grand Master said irritably.

"What do you think of the news that those cat people just said?" Duval asked.

"I don't think it's possible. The scout has already checked in two incidents. Although it is indeed the result of flames, there is no trace of magical fluctuations. It is impossible for the magician to do it."

Grand Master Bell shook his head and frowned tightly.

"My three Griffin Riders were directly hit by a meteorite falling from the sky and died without any magical fluctuations. It would be a coincidence if they happened to be hit by the meteorite. And even if there were any. Then there is a little chance of being hit by a meteorite, and it is impossible for three people to be hit at the same time. Have you thought about other possibilities? For example...there is a magician who is stronger than you working in the dark?"

Dewar gave Bell a weird look, and hesitated.

"You mean there will be magicians of rank seven or higher among the orcs? Are you kidding me?" Bell sneered. "Moreover, I basically have impressions of the great magicians and magisters of other empires. If they did it, I could tell them at a glance."

"According to you, the two teams of ours set themselves on fire and committed suicide, and they drove the meteorite to die."

Dewar actually sneered.

"If you firmly believe that the problem lies with the orcs. Find a time tonight and let's go to the place that the cat people said."

Grand Master Bell said impatiently, then stood up and walked out on his own.

The conversation between the two people broke up, but it did not cause much discomfort.

After all, General Rudolph could not play a commanding role at all, and the operation of the entire team still relied on the cooperation of the two of them.

At night, the Duval Knight took the initiative to find Master Bell, and the two of them left the camp in the name of going out and went straight to the territory of the cat people.

Both of them are of Tier 7 strength. As the so-called art masters are bold, neither of them has too many weapons and props.

In order to reduce the weight and make the journey easier, the Dewar Knight did not even wear his own armor.

Under the silver moonlight, the two of them walked out of the Black Mountain Mountains and saw the traces of various ruts on the ground at a glance.