A carriage was galloping on the road. Perhaps the horse pulling the carriage was not strong enough and the distance was already more than 20 meters away. The four druids all jumped onto the carriage behind. One of them, the German Rui drove the original coachman out and let him drive the carriage himself.
In fact, the carriage behind was empty. An Fei and others gathered in the carriage in front. This was Silanberg's idea. The injury did not affect his mind. If the necromancer tried to use magic to attack, the carriage at the back would undoubtedly be their first choice. Both carriages were galloping and attacked the carriage in front. The one at the back had almost arrived, so they would naturally provide support. If they attacked the back first, they would During the attack, the carriage in front of them galloped some distance away. If they wanted to turn around and support them, they would be out of reach. Of course, those druids were all dead warriors. The religion and fanaticism as well as the prestige of Buzuliano were evident from this. They stood behind without any hesitation. Wherever there was danger, there was relative safety. For those of them, For religious elites who have experienced hundreds of battles, it is easy to understand.
Fortunately, the carriage prepared by Black Eleven was large enough, and everyone did not feel too crowded when they gathered in one carriage. The power of the curse seemed to have fully taken effect. Silanberg's expression was very bad, but he still smiled. On his face: "Buzuliano, I'm going to have to work hard for you this time."
Buzureano slowly replied: "Don't worry, you won't fall in front of me."
"Really? I'm so touched by your friendship." Silamberg laughed.
"Stop talking nonsense, I don't want to face William's dead face, if I have to explain. It's better for you to explain to him."
Buzureano made that promise. Not just because they are friends, the two religions have concluded an alliance with each other. It was drawn up after a long period of careful consideration and study by the upper levels of both parties. The binding force of religious covenants is much stronger than that of covenants between countries. They are the spokespersons of God and earth, the embodiment of holiness and glory. No one will break their skin unless they encounter a last resort or a golden opportunity. . From a believer's perspective, this year tells them to maintain friendly relations with fellow believers. Next year, they are said to be sworn enemies. This will have a very bad impact and may even cause confusion among believers.
Therefore, the upper echelons of both parties will work hard to maintain the alliance. If someone does something that damages the friendship, they will be punished on both sides. This is why Buzureano is so solemn. If he really encounters danger, he would rather choose to fight on his own. die. Nor is he willing to face the current Pope William.
Of course, friendship must be maintained, and interests must be fought for, outside of the special areas privately designated by both parties. Both sides have the power to establish churches and temples, and both have the obligation to suppress other religions. Where there are interests, there are conflicts, but serious conflicts are concealed or resolved. Buzuliano and Silanberg are both spokespersons for their respective religions in complex areas, which creates a very complicated relationship. They have fought for everything they can and can help each other. Help, let's say they are friends, but they often quarrel with each other, say they are rivals, but they have deep trust in each other.
An Fei sat there quietly, with a leisurely and lazy attitude. This kind of attitude of not caring about the sky falling really gave Chris and others a headache. They were all nervous about the upcoming battle. They had encountered it in the past. When it comes to things, An Fei always expresses his judgment and says a few words to boost morale, but now he says nothing. Chris and the others have developed a habit of not hearing An Fei say something in a positive tone. What, they were restless as if they were missing something necessary.
Buzuliano felt the tense atmosphere and suddenly began to say: "Old magician, can you still release the forbidden spell?"
"If someone can buy me some time..." Silanberg smiled and said in a decisive tone: "I can also release a few forbidden spells."
"Ha, that's good!" Buzureano laughed, but in fact he sighed in his heart, old magic stick, old magic stick, just blow it, and release a few forbidden spells... But his goal is already With Silanberg's cooperation, there was no need to expose the lie.
The tortuous and dangerous experience taught him that those who can survive in desperate situations are brave men who do not give up hope at the last moment, so Buzuliano hopes that these children can do this, and there is no hope to let them see hope. , even if it is an illusory lie.
Niya's brows were the first to relax, and she looked at Silanberg with admiration. Although she didn't know magic, she got enough magic knowledge from Sol. What does it mean to be a teacher. Black Eleven and Apa also showed joy one after another. The relationship between the three major types of magicians is like the game of rock, scissors, and paper played by children. Elemental magicians such as water and fire can often achieve the goal when they meet the priest of light. Easily gain the upper hand, because the lethality of elements is much more powerful than that of light. When the elemental magicians encountered the necromancers, they were at a disadvantage. The necromancers had a variety of completely instantaneous negative status magics, and they could also summon skeletons, zombies, and even death knights to join the battle. If a group of them fought one by one, the consequences would be One can imagine. The priest of light is the natural enemy of the necromancer. Just like the biological chain in nature cannot be reversed, the necromancer will undoubtedly lose when the two meet. Unless there is a huge difference in level, even the simplest healing technique can leave the necromancer behind. Memories of fear, of course, if he had the chance to recall them.
Since Silanberg can still release magic, everything is fine.
Susanna lowered her head and played with the hilt of her sword. To the swordsman, they
You, you are your own god. After ten years of sharpening a sword, you have perfected your swordsmanship and your fearless courage.
Suddenly, a hoarse yet clear voice came from afar: "My Lord Priest, does the Cursed Fang taste good? Hahaha..."
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Silanberg was stunned for a moment, then coughed violently, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Anacita, you...you are too despicable, don't be proud! His Majesty William will avenge me!" When Ya and others showed surprised expressions. Silanberg smiled and winked at them.
"Really? It's a pity that you can't see that day. Haha." Anacita laughed again in the distance.
An Fei smiled, and he heard a hint of hesitation in Anacita's voice. If Silanberg tried his best to prove that he was fine. That Annacita may have rushed forward, but instead showed weakness by expecting others to avenge her in despair, which in turn shook the other party's confidence. This Silanberger is very good at playing tricks with lies and reality.
There was a loud bang, and the carriage behind was lifted into the air by the air waves and rolled over several times. Accompanied by the whining of the horses, it hit the ground heavily, and the carriage was smashed into countless pieces. The horses were also bloody and bloody, and their internal organs were even exposed in some places. But something strange happened, there was no horse. The children died on the spot. They all lay on the ground and struggled hard, looking very powerful. And their pupils gradually turned into light red.
The four druids had already transformed at the moment of the explosion, three became bearmen and one became a werewolf. The beast armor allowed them to withstand the blast of the explosion. None of the druids were injured.
"Did the corpse explode? Where did they get the corpse?" Chris whispered. Although the corpse explosion is powerful, it is very restrictive. First of all, the blood of the corpse cannot coagulate, otherwise it will not be able to cause a violent explosion.
"There must be a village and town around, and of course all the people in it have been killed by them." Buzureano said lightly, then he turned around and got out of the carriage, shouting, and the horse pulling the carriage seemed to understand him. With the same meaning, he quickly rushed down the road and sprinted forward on the grass.
An Fei combed his hair, turned around and got out of the car, standing next to Buzuliano with an indifferent expression. Susanna also got out, and just half of her head was exposed. An Fei said softly: "Suzanne, you Stay and protect Niya.”
Others might believe Silanberg's words, but he didn't, but he thought that Silamberg should have the strength to make the final blow. Letting Susanna stay was not to protect Niya, but to buy Silanberg a certain amount of time. .
Susanna, who was always used to taking the lead, was a little uncomfortable. She looked at An Fei in shock. Unfortunately, An Fei only left her a back figure, and she couldn't see anything from the back figure.
"Then...be careful." Susanna had a vague feeling of uneasiness from this unusual arrangement.
An Fei did not answer, and slowly stretched his right hand into the air. Countless wind blades condensed in his hand, gradually forming a weapon with a length of three meters and a half-moon-shaped blade. An Fei did not stop condensing elements, hundreds of them. One wind blade was compressed in the weapon, and hundreds of more wind blades appeared. Finally, because the concentration of the wind blades was too high, the color changed from light green to a permeating black.
"What kind of weapon is this?" Buzureano knew that An Fei was a magician and a martial artist, but the shape of that weapon was too weird.
"Qinglong Yanyue Sword." An Fei smiled: "Although I practice spear and sword skills, I have always admired the Second Master Guan, the Martial Saint, and this is his weapon."
"Martial Saint? Guan Erye? This name... to be honest, it's a bit earthy." Buzuliano said in surprise: "Also, I have heard of golden dragon, black dragon, red dragon, and green dragon, but never heard of it. There was a Qinglong in the past, was the Qinglong of a high rank?"
"The Qinglong is a kind of divine dragon, of course it is very tall."
"Is this what your teacher told you?" Buzureano said in awe. He also knew that An Fei had a powerful teacher when he was a child, who was very likely to step into the holy realm. His knowledge was not as good as that of others and his feelings were Can be forgiven.