"I walk on the path of the chariot, so I can get the direction of the road without having to fight through obstacles."
The old priest waved his sword staff and collided with the steel whip of the God-abandoner.
"For the war song of my God and my lord Sivir sounds before me, so that I will not lose my way like a lamb."
He whispered hymns in his mouth, and his strength and agility were slightly strengthened every second.
Marco's steel whip was always burning with dark poisonous fire. With Marco's exquisite skills, it flexibly bypassed the priest's sword staff like a snake and reached towards Claude's cheek.
The holy aura that was enough to protect against arrows was ignited by the flames of negative energy, and turned into an offensive attack on Claude's body.
The priest who was experienced in combat immediately released his protective aura, but instead of retracting his sword and staff to defend the steel whip, he raised it up and stabbed Marco in the throat.
There is nothing wrong with dying together, but it is better to exchange injuries for lives——
The two of them were thinking the same thing, and slightly moved their vital points, which only gave them more strength.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Claude was whipped from his right shoulder to his left chest by a steel whip burning with negative energy flames, and his face suddenly darkened. But what was even more miserable was his wound, which was struck by a steel whip with barbs.
The flesh and blood were blurred, and the flames still burning with negative energy embers were burning on the wound, giving off a faint smell of burning.
And Marco's injuries are not light. Although the enchantment on Claude's weapon has no effect on Marco, the old priest is the priest of the goddess of war after all. He has rich combat experience, sophisticated methods, and he is even more heavy.
Blessed by divine magic. Even though Marco tried his best to avoid the vital point, Claude's last fierce pressure and hook still penetrated Marco's shoulder, almost digging out the entire left shoulder blade.
Immediately, painful cold sweat flowed down Marco's face. But he did not dare to neglect at all. He waved the steel whip violently to temporarily force Claude back, and the wound on the shoulder blade exploded in a circle of black fire, temporarily
Stop the bleeding.
Claude did not rush to attack, but took a few steps back, lowering his head and praying for healing magic.
"I wish I could come down..."
"Shut up!"
Just as Claude opened his mouth, Marco suddenly shouted loudly, and the sound was so loud that even Marco and the two men, who were fighting with the other two men in red robes, could hear it.
But as if he was suddenly stopped, Claude's face turned pale and he really shut his mouth.
Macon looked back a little strangely.
If you are not afraid of making mistakes and have enough confidence in your concentration, you can pray in your heart for magical spells. And the magical spells only need to be heard by your own gods. No matter how loud other people's voices are, they should not be able to interfere with the priests.
prayer.
But this man in red robe seemed to be able to definitely interrupt the magic. And it seemed that he had caused some damage to Claude.
Macon thought about it in his mind, quickly made a few defensive moves against Kruveen, and then disappeared from the spot.
Ignoring the two red-robed men who looked wary, Kluvien chuckled and then suddenly threw the shield out again.
Just when Marco was about to step forward and whip the old priest to death, he felt a chill on his back. He twisted his body as hard as he could to prevent his spine from being severed by the attacker.
That was an early warning brought by high perception. But no matter how much Marco reacted, because he didn't hear the footsteps or breathing at all, he was still unaware of the sneak attack. The sharp sword penetrated from his right waist into front of him.
He came out with bloody foam, his right kidney was cut in two, and the pain of his internal organs being cut made his limbs numb.
At this moment, two red-robed flying shields circled around and flew towards the back of Marco's head at high speed. He didn't even need to look back, he could hear the sharp noise behind him.
It was obviously a certain death situation, but Marco showed a ferocious smile.
not good!
Macon, who saw his expression from the side, immediately felt that something was wrong and wanted to step back as he escaped into the shadows.
But the dark negative energy flames carried the strong wind and exploded from all directions on Marco's body. Marco, who had not yet retreated, was involved in it, screamed miserably, and turned into a charred black body within a few seconds.
human form.
"Makken!"
Kruveen's expression changed and he shouted anxiously.
But at this moment, the two people around him got entangled again. He felt that the two of them were annoying, but Kluvien was unable to force them back for the moment.
But just as the two men in red robes got closer to the lonely Kluvien, and just as their right hands silently caught a dark red spike that fell from their sleeves, a sharp staff sword came from behind.
It struck suddenly, piercing the red-robed man's hood and sinking lightly into the back of his head.
After a twitch, the man in red robe fell to the ground and lost his breath.
The person coming was none other than Claude.
With his magic temporarily blocked, he didn't dare to approach Marco, so he had to listen to the voice and go around, preparing to deal with the two red robes first, so as to form a situation where more people fight against fewer people.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the other man in red robe turned around and ran away without even paying attention to Marco.
"Don't chase, Macon can still be saved!"
Claude quickly stopped Kruveen who wanted to continue chasing.
Kruveen spat, squinted his eyes, took out a small fine steel throwing ax from his waist, and threw it in that direction.
This is not the standard equipment of the shield dancer, but the weapon of the mountain people. Fararu is rich in minerals. Six throwing axes, a short sword, a long bow, and a pot of arrows make an outstanding mountain man
Standard equipment for hunters.
Now Kluvien has joined Kalar's Shield Dancer Legion. In order to carry a special metal buckler, he cannot carry either a bow or a sword. However, carrying six throwing axes with him is far from enough for him to carry a heavy load.
Extreme. His proficient ax throwing skills also allow him to kill some difficult targets for other shield dancers.
Hearing a muffled groan from a place not far away, and then the sound of falling to the ground, Kluvien knew something in his mind - the ax probably hit the vital part. If he didn't care, he would be dead.
So he turned back directly, turned the buckler in his hand a few times, and threw it in the direction of the previous explosion.
——————
Pars thought that today was an unlucky day.
The experiment that Lord Windspeaker had been talking about for a long time failed, and Master Marco's career idea as Lord of Ashes also completely failed.
I really don’t know when it will end. These days of hiding in Tibet.
Hearing that followers of the evil god came here to stop the experiment, Master Marco brought two of himself to intercept and kill them. Those fools who blindly believed in the evil god would definitely be destroyed by the master easily, just like when he bloodbathed the temple of the Goddess of War.
Likewise, the followers of the evil god have no resistance in the hands of the master.
but……
"Sorry, I'm holding back..."
You shouldn't have turned your back on the Shield Dancer and fled. Who would have thought that he had other weapons besides the bladed shield - the consequence of doing so would be to be hit from behind by his throwing axe.
It probably penetrated his spine. Pars couldn't feel his legs at this moment and couldn't move at all.
This is bad. When dealing with three professions that are good at melee combat at the same time, the master is in danger——
But before that, he will probably die from excessive blood loss. He will be completely unable to move. If he makes a sound, he will die faster.
But at this moment, the hem of the black robe appeared at the edge of the field of vision.
"Who are you……?"
A nice hoarse voice came. It was a druid, a member of the sect. Feeling the familiar natural breath, the young Ashman almost burst into tears.
"My name is Pars, Pars. Bai Qian. May the wind from the south say hello to you."
Druid, black robe - appearing at this point in time, is undoubtedly a fellow robe of the South Wind Ring.
Finally saved.
No, it would be too selfish to think so. Compared with this worthless person lying here, Master Marco is the precious asset of the sect and cannot be lost.
Yes, the useless Pars can die here. Let Master Marco live, so that more people will wake up from the false mental brainwashing.
A noble sense of sacrifice surged in Pars's chest, and then there was a sense of mission that seemed to be shining and could burn his eyesight. He gave up the hard-won salvation to others, and the swelling sense of self-realization in his mind even numbed the pain in his back.
Severe pain.
So he shouted in a low voice: "Master Marco is in danger, please leave me alone! I'm useless, but we can't lose a master... No! Don't go now, you go find Mr. Windspeaker and bring more people.
!Hurry, hurry--"
"Do you believe me?" The black-robed Druid suddenly asked.
"...Of course I believe it. What do you want to say?"
"I just want to confirm your identity."
The man narrated softly in a plain to terrifying voice. The sense of foreboding, like being slowly wrapped around a poisonous snake, made Pars feel his heart gradually getting colder, but he couldn't notice anything was wrong.
"How do you want to confirm?" Pars's voice trembled slightly.
"The manifesto of the Ashmen. It's the one you chant every day, Gods turn to ashes and all that - read it to me in full."
That's it.
That is not something that cannot be said, so I relaxed and said: "We are the fire bearers of the old order, and we are the apostles of the new world, bringing the news of new life from the fire - ten thousand deaths for all."
Gods turn to ashes, and from the ashes rises the human will.”
"Ah, that's right. You are the real deal."
His voice is too flat.
Suddenly, Pars finally realized something was wrong.
Even if the Howlers usually look down on the Embers, they would not cause trouble at such a critical moment. If Master Marco encounters something unexpected, Lord Windspeaker...
Before he could start to struggle, emerald green vines suddenly jumped out from the sleeves of the black robe and wrapped tightly around the neck of the young Ember like a snake.
It's like an adult clenching it with all his strength with one hand, but it's definitely not something that the neck muscles can support. If Pals could move his hand, he could pull it off with just a little force.
But it didn't work at this moment. The black robe in front of me used vines to strangle my neck and forcefully lifted Pars up. The lack of oxygen caused stars to appear in front of my eyes, my cheeks were swollen and painful due to congestion, and the wounds on my back that were embedded by a throwing ax were also torn.
It moved, causing unbearable pain.
...Have you broken up with each other? Are those bastards from Howler finally ready to take action against Master Mark?
Even if he wanted to fight to the death, it wouldn't work. If this man had pinched Pars's neck with his hands, Pars could at least use the scarlet spikes in his sleeves to kill them all. But he seemed to know all the methods of the Embers.
, and kept a considerable distance from Pars.
But when Pars saw clearly the face under the hood of the black robe, his heart felt as if he had been suddenly immersed in ice water, causing his whole body to tremble and his brain to wake up.
——This woman is not from the South Wind Ring.
"I'll lend you some clothes."
I vaguely heard her last words, and the blurring world in front of my eyes was finally completely submerged in darkness. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net