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This is a moment that belongs to Sherlock, a moment that belongs to the Wolf Cavalry, and a moment that belongs to everyone involved in the battle.
Naturally, it is also Noroluto’s own moment.
He needs to face the last and most powerful obstacle in this operation - the blue dragon lich Pavaroa.
Even ignoring the racial gap between the two, it is definitely not an easy task for a Glory Paladin who is less than level 80 to deal with a mage who is at least over level 100.
No, maybe we shouldn’t use the word “dealt”, instead, it’s more appropriate to use the word “delay”.
The cost of holding the other party back is his own life.
Because even if Sherlock destroyed Asadron's dragon heart in the end, they would not be able to survive in the hands of the crazy Dracolich.
The adventurer has the blessing of the God of Creation and can be resurrected indefinitely, but he, a believer in Mystra, has no chance of being loved by the God of Death.
But, so what!
He is the leader of the Third Storm Paladin Order, the Glory Paladin—Nororoto Losca!
"Charge with glory!"
In the light of the fire, the reflection of the knight holding his gun continued to accelerate on the ground.
Where the spear pointed, a huge shadow more than ten times the size was sweeping over.
A moment later, the collision between the spear tip and the dragon's claw caused the dust to instantly flood the entire valley.
And amidst the strong wind and fire, a demonic shadow slowly walked up to the altar.
The moment the scarlet claws came into contact with the huge red dragon's heart, a spiritual bridge connected their consciousnesses.
In the sea of consciousness, Sherlock saw Asadron's whole face for the first time.
Although it was only a conscious body, the other party didn't need to speak. The sense of oppression caused by its size and momentum alone was already more terrifying than all the creatures he had encountered before.
"Assadron, we finally meet." Sherlock said with difficulty under the pressure of Long Wei.
"Shameless thief, I have been waiting for a long time." Asadron's excited voice came down along with the dragon's breath.
Sherlock was not surprised that the other party knew of his arrival, and with his wings guarded in front, he rushed forward to face the dragon's breath.
Bang!
Noroluto was shot and flew for more than dozens of yards, smashing into four rock walls before finally regaining his balance.
"Poof!" He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the holy light around him flashed twice before completely dimming.
Paladin, strictly speaking, is a profession that relies on buffs to make a living.
Without the auxiliary blessings of various auras, his combat effectiveness would be reduced by at least 60%. Facing the Dracolich who was still in full condition, he might not be able to do anything even with a death struggle.
Now, I can only look at the druid.
"Stupid human being, you don't still expect that little druid to ruin my plan." Pavaroa sneered and threw it away with a twitch of flesh and blood.
The seventh-level necromancy spell of flesh and blood twitching is notorious in the main material plane.
Its reputation is not due to its powerful destructive power or magical effects, but to the intense pain suffered by the recipient.
The pain that makes every piece of flesh and blood throughout the body twitch constantly is enough to destroy anyone's will.
This spell is usually used when necromancy tortures the enemy.
But when used on the Paladin, there is another possibility.
That is to turn the opponent into a black knight.
For Black Knights transformed from Paladins, the energy generated when their noble souls fall will greatly strengthen their abilities and even make them even more powerful than before.
So many times, evil necromancers will try every means to seduce the Paladins.
Pavaroa would not easily let go of a Paladin with such powerful strength and pure soul as Nororoto.
Now that the situation is urgent, he doesn't have the time or energy to set up a trap. He can only use the most direct method of twitching flesh and blood to try to break the opponent's will and force the opponent to surrender.
squeak--
squeak--
Nororoto's body was shaking violently, and blood seeped out through his skin, dyeing his whole body red.
But even so, he still clenched his teeth tightly and did not even utter a cry.
"Hahaha, hold on, the longer you hold on, the more delicious the flavor of the soul will be." Pavaroa kept teasing the paladin at his feet: "I don't know if you can hold on after I kill that druid.
Live.”
In his blurred vision, Noroluoto saw the black shadow heading towards the altar. Driven by his remaining consciousness, he reached out and grabbed it, tightly grabbing the corner of the Dracolich's robe.
"Death struggle!" Pavaroa kicked Noroluoto away, turned around and saw a figure running up to the altar first.
"Druid, suffer death!"
A petite human held a long black sword and stabbed Sherlock.
Of course, this human Pavaroa knows him, and can even be said to be quite familiar with him.
Last night, it was this adventurer named Squirrel Mandarin Fish who reported the existence of the Druid to him.
That's why today, he deliberately relaxed his guard to give the opponent a chance to contact the heart of the red dragon, thereby depriving the opponent of the power of the dragon source and further strengthening Asadron's strength.
Otherwise, let alone other things, no one can break through the protective formation guarding the outside of the altar.
But, how could this believer of the Dragon God appear here at this time?
The incident happened so suddenly that Pavaroa didn't doubt it for a moment, he just thought that the other party wanted to show off in front of him so as to claim credit from him.
"Haha, greedy adventurer..." He was just about to taunt when a terrifying force suddenly oppressed him from the altar.
The source of this power is the black sword held by the squirrel.
"Kranvor's power, what is she going to do..." Pavaroa lost his voice.
Kelemvor is the youngest god in the long succession of gods in Faerun. He controls the power of death and oversees the fate of all the dead in the world.
Different from the three gods of death, the enigmatic Jaeger, the brutal Melkor, and the crazy Cyric.
Kelemvor, who was kind and selfless as a mortal, brought this kindness to all the dead after taking over the priesthood of death from Cyric, his former partner.
He is willing to help those who are dying and let them die with dignity.
Oppose those who advocate the use of artificial methods to unnaturally extend one's lifespan beyond natural limits - such as becoming immortal.
He will do everything possible to bring the undead back into reincarnation and punish those who created them.
Because of their doctrinal contradictions and limited abilities, the priests of the King of the Dead have always been the most hated and feared group of people in the Dragon Cult.
Now I suddenly saw such a powerful and pure god of death, and it was still in the hands of a Dragon Worshiper.
Pavaroa suddenly panicked.
Because of the development of things, it was beyond his control for the first time.
In such a short period of time, he had no time to stop the squirrel's actions. He could only stare with wide eyes as the other party pierced the druid's back with his long sword.
"It's okay..." Before Pavaroa had time to rejoice, a surprised voice came over again.
