The ascetic priest Nancy recognized at first sight that the person who had just used star power was the magician she had seen in the middle of the night.
Unexpectedly, she had stayed in a tent with such a dangerous wizard before.
Rudolf looked at the five witch hunters who appeared and felt a little uneasy.
In the distant sky, the airships of both sides were still fighting. On the battlefield, he also saw the level 5 knights in the Restoration Army. They could explode into level 6 knights at any time. If they were noticed or Elba...
The alchemists of the United States are concerned that it is not certain whether they can survive, and going to the Southern Continent has become a luxury.
Rudolph showed great restraint, and it was best not to attract attention in the next battle. He sank instantly and disappeared under the ground.
A Druyin witch hunter suddenly squatted down and slapped his hands on the ground. Druyin could control the underground root system, nearby roadside trees and lawns, and the plant roots grew rapidly.
Not only that, the ascetic priest Nancy knelt on one knee and chanted something with her eyes closed.
"The so-called life is just a clock swinging to pain and boredom;
Either suffering from unsatisfied desires, or boredom after satisfying desires;
The end of life is nothing more than a long sleep, which is the long sleep we long for, a long sleep where we will never wake up, experience pain and boredom again..."
There was some kind of irresistible power in Nancy's voice.
The knights who heard Nancy's voice lowered their swords a little, and suddenly felt that everything they did tonight was meaningless, and the war with the alchemist suddenly became boring.
What exactly is "meaning"? Who defines this word?
Everything will end after a long sleep, this miserable or boring humble life...
The struggle before and now is just to live in the evaluation of others. If you don't care about the evaluation of others, will everything become easier?
There is no need to make military exploits, there is no need to fight tooth and nail, there is no need to fight for those few acres of land, there is no need, everything seems not that important.
However, the people least affected by the abstinence magic at this time were the ordinary militiamen.
When the militiamen saw the cavalry standing there, they boldly started shooting.
Most of the cavalrymen following the Restoration Army were ordinary soldiers. At this time, they became the main force in the battle, confronting the militiamen.
What the militiamen did not expect was that even without the command of a knight officer, they were no match for a professional army. The casualties of the militiamen suddenly increased at this moment, and every militiaman died in a pool of blood.
These militiamen may have been neighbors, relatives, or friends before. When they saw familiar people die, some were inspired to hemorrhage and rushed towards the restoration army, so that they would die faster. Some were frightened and turned around.
If you run away with your head, you will die more slowly.
Rudolf squatted in the sewer. This sewer was a rainwater sewer, so there was no smelly water next to it.
Abigail appeared next to Rudolph and helped Rudolph restrain the ascetic priest's magic. From the soil above his head, the whisper of the ascetic priest could be faintly heard.
If Rudolph were allowed to listen to the sermon of an ascetic priest for half an hour, he would probably become disgusted with the world, and even commit suicide. Many of the enemies of the ascetic priest committed suicide after many days of fighting.
The ascetic priest restrained the silver snake, and the silver snake also restrained the ascetic priest to a certain extent. Rudolph's eyes gradually became clear.
Some roots pierced out from the rainwater pipes, trying to trap Rudolph. Rudolph waved his cane and knocked it against the wall of the pipe. Under the influence of the thorn stick, the roots almost stopped growing.
At this moment, Rudolph suddenly heard a whistle, it was the level 5 alchemy product!
At some point, an alchemist and witch hunter also appeared in the pipe. The next moment, the pipe was suddenly filled with rushing water.
There was blood flowing from Rudolf's ears in the water. It was the eardrum that had been ruptured by the whistle.
Rudolph and Abigail disappeared into the storm drain together.
A few minutes later, Rudolph could no longer maintain a low-intensity attack, and several violent explosions occurred in the entire neighborhood. This was the effect of his gunpowder-trained fingers.
The fierce firelight illuminated the entire block, exposing the battle to the eyes of others.
"What's going on there?"
Count Pallu had just broken through the defenses deployed by the Constitutional Army at the port. He was riding a horse with the cavalry behind him, walking on the widest main street in Port Codor. This was a precious rest time, and they were preparing for the next time.
Charge charge.
Count Pallu was so young, less than 40 years old, with peak physical strength and experience. He had a beard on his face, and was noble and resolute. He suddenly turned his head and looked to the west of the city.
That was the direction the left wing troops were heading, but there were violent battle fluctuations there.
Soon, a staff officer reported to the count with the battle report observed on the airship.
"Lord Earl! A roundabout team of the left wing encountered two strange forces. A witch hunting team composed of 7 witch hunters was fighting a wizard.
However, the officers of the detour team judged that the two groups seemed to be outsiders who were raiding the Codor Port tonight, and did not attack the detour team."
"Oh?" This is really strange. This situation happened on the battlefield. Count Pallu had never heard of it before: "Is it the witch hunter from the Elba Alchemy Council?"
"No! The officer of the detour team reported that judging from the badge displayed by the witch hunter, he is a witch hunter from the Alchemy Council of the Northern Carolingian Kingdom."
This made Count Pallu a little confused. He turned his head and looked at Viscount Paulus not far behind him.
Viscount Paulus was his nephew. He was fat and did not wear knight's armor. He was the eagle squire of the Count of Pallu.
The falcon attendants of the nobles, like the Inquisition of the Alchemy Council, are responsible for handling dangerous incidents related to heresy in the territory.
"Paulus, go and see what's going on."
Paulus bowed down on his horse and saluted: "I obey your command, my master."
When he turned to leave, Paulus already had a plan in mind. The enemy of his enemy is his friend, and people who are being chased by witch hunters are very valuable in this special period.
When Viscount Paulus quickly arrived at the scene, he saw the helpless officers of the roundabout team standing by.
"Lord Viscount! You are here!" The knight officer breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, such a difficult matter needs to be handled by an earl's attendant like Viscount Paulus.
He had just been affected by the ascetic priest. Fortunately, the wizard's attack was extremely explosive, turning the ground over and interrupting the ascetic priest's spellcasting.
"You go and complete your original mission, and leave it here to me."
The knight officer turned his horse away and continued towards his destination, but after being delayed for so long, he probably wouldn't be able to leave much military merit.
Viscount Paulus looked at the fierce battle on the opposite side and made an instant judgment. Sure enough, it was a battle between witch hunters and wizards.