Soon the gentlemen agreed on the details of the operation, and Marin was thrown away by the fighting priests of the Church of Justice...Forget it, it is better to use the word distribution.

Anyway, Marin needs to follow the third commando team into the southwesternmost village in this area. The name of the village is quite nice. Lemo Village is a village by the sea. It is said that the population is about 900 people. There is a god of the sea.

The temple is a temple of the Goddess of Luck and a temple of the God of Shepherds. In your own words, the temple in that small place only has one priest and a few deacons, and it is also the guardian of the church. Because it is too small, the church

It is impossible to assign dedicated guards and guards here.

The third commando force had almost two hundred large soldiers, eighty sword and shield soldiers, eighty halberdiers, and forty crossbowmen.

There were no rifles. When Marin saw these big-headed soldiers, his only feeling was that he had returned from modern times to the Middle Ages. The previous motorcycles, bars, and even the life-saving capsule that was used as a coffin were just his own dreams.

Then he shook his head while sighing - the Principality of Farol is a very poor country. Like Carter Castle, it is a seaside area, but its sea area has a large number of marine monsters and all kinds of chaos.

Due to the sea conditions, even fishermen can only fish in offshore areas, and most of them are aquaculture.

Mainly breeding sheep, saros and horses. Horses are an important source of income for this village. They will be purchased by the state and then sold.

It sounds like being exploited, but even so, horse breeding is still an important source of income for this village. Nearly 50% of the villagers are believers of the Shepherd Church, and the remaining 30% are also believers of the God of the Sea. As for

Goddess of Luck... This woman doesn't require much faith, but she is the true God after all, so there will always be people who believe in her, even if they are pan-believers, so there are more or less 20% believers.

Because most people here eat fish and animals and do not grow grains, the Harvest Goddess has no roots in this area.

It sounds a bit regretful, but at this moment, Marin feels that it is better not to have a foundation - the Chaos believers only said that they have secretly controlled this area, and those priests and aides may be corrupted or killed, so

Marin also has a team of four mages as reinforcements, who will be responsible for getting rid of those big guys who may exist.

All Marin has to do is take care of them.

It sounds like a very important responsibility, but Marin feels that he is not a nanny at all, but a show-two hundred regular soldiers and four mages deal with nine hundred civilians, even if they are all

Chaos believers are nothing more than troublesome mobs.

Because he heard that the best extraordinary beings in this village were only three apprentices, Marin felt that it would only take three hammers for him to come.

Hey, it's so boring, I really want to go to the big battlefield.

"Why did Mr. Marin sigh?" The laughter of the little mage on the side dragged Marin away from his complaints. He turned to look at him. Marin shrugged helplessly: "I feel like I have been assigned to an insignificant position.

place."

"It's a good thing for young people to be motivated, but the most important thing for you is to accumulate your experience. A small village like this is really suitable for you. When you go to a big battlefield, many times no one will have the time to take care of you.

Inexperienced guys like you usually die as quickly as possible." Another old mage said while walking in front.

Marin thought for a while and decided that a hero would not mention his bravery in the past. Although it seemed like yesterday that he entered seven and seven out of the Chaos Defense Line in Parol City, it was a thing of the past after all, and these four mages obviously did not want it.

It is naturally impossible for people in Denis to know Marin's story.

But the little mage smiled and pushed Marin with his elbow: "Don't pay attention to what my mentor said. I am Rafael Marino. I grew up in the Principality of Farol and was sent away when I was seven years old.

Entering the mage tower, what about you?"

"Marin, Marin Gayat, from Carter Castle." Marin stretched out his hand to shake his hand, and found that the child's hands were a little rough. I heard that he grew up in the Principality of Farore and seemed to have grown up when he was very young.

He has begun to learn to live, what an amazing child he is: "How old are you?"

"At the age of twelve, I have grown a little too small. The instructor said it was because of malnutrition." The little mage smiled shyly when he said this.

And Marin smiled: "I am fifteen years old, and my bloodline has shrunk due to its active period."

"Then your bloodline must be very powerful. I saw that your ears are square." The child narrowed his eyes curiously when he said this: "Teacher, what race has square ears?"

"No, and Raphael, curiosity is sometimes not a good habit, especially making wild guesses about other people's bloodlines. Sometimes this can become very fatal, so I apologize to Mr. Marin." His.

The instructor said this.

So the little mage smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Marin."

"It's okay, I don't know either." Marin comforted the boy with a smile.

At this time, news came from the front of the team that they had seen the village on the other side of the hill. At this time, there were torches and bonfires in the village.

Marin went up the slope and checked the target's situation. He found that the village did not seem to find any guests from far away. There were many people in the small square in the center of the village, seemingly holding a party?

"The nights here are a bit cold. Are you people used to partying at night?" Marin looked at the commander of the commando. This middle-aged man was a lord. In the Principality of Farol, a lord is the lowest noble. They

This title cannot be passed on (can only be used by oneself). It is usually only available to soldiers with military exploits who are promoted to the commander of a squad.

He had a big beard. When he heard Marin ask, he immediately shook his head with a wry smile: "Mr. Marin, please don't say that. We Farore people never like to go out randomly at night, so there must be something wrong with this village."

of."

"Then we can start taking action." Another younger mage said. He ignored Marin, but looked at the old mage as the commander: "Mentor, those guys happen to be here, we can get close, and then

Get them checked."

"Shall we go directly and let them undergo inspection? What should we do if they run around or resist." Mr. Lord asked with some confusion.

"If they are running around, then they must be Chaos Cultists. If they resist, they are Chaos Cultists who are well-trained. Then we will just start suppressing them." The young mage said matter-of-factly.

Marin did not interrupt. In this situation, it was not his turn as a military chaplain to speak. However, Marin still paid attention to this guy - stay away from this guy when necessary. God knows how he will make himself stupid.

die.

In Marin's opinion, the best way is to form a formation and approach, and then call the villagers out of the village - if they are Chaos believers, they will probably launch a charge. In front of the formation of soldiers and mages, even if they are

Nine hundred people rushed over in a chaotic formation, but it was impossible to break through the soldiers' line.

What's more, there are five mages - four mages plus Marin.

If it can be broken through in this way, then Marin can only kill these four idiot mages first, and then shoot himself with a gun.

"Mr. Marin, what do you think?" Somewhat unexpectedly, the old mage asked Marin.

Looking at the clear and desireless look in his eyes, Marin was a little surprised. He thought that the old mage wanted to test him, maybe because he had appeared around those big shots, but when he thought about it carefully-Mage Tower

Those guys must have intelligence communications, and Marin's name must have been reported inside the Mage Tower.

In this case, Marin stopped pretending and spoke out his thoughts. The old mage smiled and nodded: "Very good, Mr. Marin's idea coincides with mine. I have observed it with eagle eyes before.

At these gatherings of Chaos believers, it was found that most of them were drinking, and their identities could not be confirmed. However, considering that these drunken guys are unlikely to have any fighting ability, let's follow Mr. Marin's method, Mr. Lord, please

Your people line up in formation and stop two hundred meters away from the village, and I will attract their attention."

After the teachers finished speaking, they glanced at their young apprentices. The latter glanced at Marin in surprise and did not argue. He just retreated behind his mentor.

The Lord began to assemble the troops. At Marin's suggestion, the soldiers dispersed and lined up towards the village at a distance of fifty millimeters.

The crossbowmen are in the center, the halberds are on both sides, and the swords and shields are on the wings. In this way, if the guy on the opposite side rushes over, the crossbowmen can fire a few rounds first, and then the halberdiers gather in the center to form a formation. The swords and shields will cover the two wings of the halberds.

, the crossbowmen will disperse on both sides after Chaos starts fighting with the front team and start shooting at the rear, and the mage will provide them with sufficient magical cover from the front of the defense line.

Marin will also release Feo to provide melee support. Feo, as the boss of the three, should also learn to grow two legs to attack people.

"We were found in the village." When we were about three hundred meters away from the village, the female mage next to the young mage raised her hand, and an eagle landed on her arm. She looked at the old mage and said, "Teacher

, they rushed out."

"That's great, I've seen them... Oh, they are so disheveled, my lord! Tell your crossbowmen to start shooting! I will cast the illumination spell."

"I'll do it." Marin said as he took out the flare gun from his waist and fired a flare into the sky - the flare with its own feather falling technique was shot into the air, and it would explode in about two minutes.

It slowly fell, illuminating the open area in front of the front.

"Ghoul!" the little mage screamed.

"No, they are traitors!" the old mage shouted: "Leave them to our mages to deal with! Your crossbow arrows cannot penetrate their shells!"

Marin has seen the traitors clearly. These Chaos believers lying on all fours have no human appearance at all. Their bodies are covered with tattoos, their hair has been shaved off, and their joints are twisted. To say that they are human... is to insult people.

So Marin pulled out the revolver, caliber .45, and the silver-infiltrated bullet flew out of the muzzle, flew through the space between the two, and finally penetrated into the forehead of the largest traitor.

The latter's running immediately turned into a disaster. After falling, it tripped over the companions behind it. More than ten rebels were tripped by the corpses of the companions in the front at the same time. Marin immediately jumped in front of them.

A row of ground thorns grew up on the sand - these ground thorns that turned sand into stone would probably only allow the chaos to take a short detour in normal times, but at this moment, the traitors rolled over and stuck themselves on the spikes.

.

"Good job, and good luck." The old mage said as he shook his hand. The half-way silent spell changed a syllable halfway, and then a fireball as big as a basin flew out, hitting

The struggling renegades became part of the buffet barbecue.

"Rebels have some strong self-healing abilities. They must be treated with fire or acid, but your spikes have fixed them. This is a very good choice." After the spell was cast, the old mage clicked with a smile.

Nodding: "Your spells are very good. What a pity. It would be great if you were from our Mage Tower."

"There are not so many ifs in life, old gentleman, those Chaos Believers are here." Marin said with a smile, and pulled an expanded fossil into mud. Because it was smashed on the sand, the effect was outstanding, and he rushed to the top.

The dozens of Chaos believers in front of them fell headlong into the sand. If no one helped them, their only result would be to drown in the sand.

This is a very uncomfortable way to die. I hope they die peacefully.

Marin sighed while giving the crossbowmen a spell to increase their perception - this would allow them to see farther and clearer in an instant.

The apprentices of the old mage have also begun to cast the first round of spells at this time.

The little mage threw two fireballs. As a second-level mage, this was already very difficult.

The female mage cast two rounds of chain lightning. Near the sea, chain lightning is a relatively good choice, but it is usually only suitable for use at such a long distance. If the distance is close, it is not impossible to electrocute yourself.

possible.

The young mage chose the fire wall technique. He threw it on both sides of the quagmire area. It was a good choice. Chaos was in a hurry and rushed into these seemingly weak and weak fire walls after bypassing the quagmire area.

After many people flew around, they began to notice the murderous nature of this fire wall, so they continued to circle to both sides. At the same time, Chaos who followed noticed that the quagmire had hardened, so they stopped moving around and began to rush from the center.

Come in.

Why hurt your legs when there are shortcuts?

They would not have thought that Marin had canceled the technique.

The Lord's men began to change their formation.

And Marin began to prepare a new technique, the Lightning Bead. He gave this technique a vulgar and elegant name - Wall of Lightning.
Chapter completed!