"What is the origin of that horrible place you are talking about...... "the wind and sand are so strong that Mikhail had to pull his throat and say to Helge, who was walking next to him and holding his sleeve against the sand?"

"I heard that it was once the tomb of Emperor Thor...... Helge felt countless sands enter his eyes, and tears flowed down, but unfortunately no matter how desperately he prayed, the sandstorm was still undiminished.

There is no choice but to expel some divine power to expel these disturbing dusts, Helge thought.

The day after Mikhail arrived, he organized 100 Vasilian knights to conquer the army of the undead. Helge refused his request on the spot, but this drew the ire of Vasilia's side. They believe that the so-called army of the undead is nothing more than a lone zombie that Ilmar is reluctant to move, and in fact because the dilapidated desert palace is a former pagan place. There was no room for sand in the eyes of the Three Saints, and the guardian knights of Ilmari were even more delicate, spoiled under the treatment and cultivation of the priest, and refused to march in such a harsh environment.

No matter how much they tried to persuade their side, in the end they only gave a bad impression to the Vasilians. Seeing that the climate in the Inori Desert was so severe, the knights were even more energetic, and desperately wanted to sign up for this expedition organized by the unreliable Mikhail. After the expedition, Helge said to Mikhail in great anger: "You will only bury the kindness of King Vasilia to us and your elite knights. ”

"As long as our strength is enough to crush the other party, we will definitely let them taste what it means to be a real all-round sling!"

"There are so many of them...... Helge snorted coldly. "You don't know anything about this army of the undead. We've been fighting here for more than two months and still haven't made any progress, but the soldiers are getting fewer and fewer, do you think that with your more than 100 knights in white armor, you can defeat these terrible enemies?"

"Well......" He raised an eyebrow, then patted Helger's shoulder with his hand. "Even if we don't know much about this army of the undead, aren't we still you? and I've heard that the priest is best at group healing and group bonuses, so you can accompany us in the crusade against these resurrected husks, and the old priest Mirto will stay here first, and I will send 20 Vasilian knights to protect him. ”

"You're burying ...... like this"

"If we don't take the initiative, we won't have a chance to win at all, and now we can give it a go, at least we have the ability to turn the tables. You say, if we don't defeat them first, but slowly consume them here, who will win in the end?"

"I ...... This ...... "Helg has been dumbfounded by Mikhail more than once. Although even if the other party said so, she still didn't have any intention of wavering, but she just couldn't make a more reasonable rebuttal.

"Do you have a better way?" Mikhail squinted, his hands on his hips in a tall stance.

"Maybe we can wait a little longer......"

Mikhail was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Tell me, what else can we wait for here besides death?"

"This is what the Three Sages told me......"

"Did the three saints also tell you that there will be a big hero to save you when you wait?hahahahahaha...... You're such a ......" Mikhail squinted and laughed maniacally for a moment. "Even if you fight back and win, it will never be a hero, you will always be yourself. ”

As a result, the remaining 25 Guardian Knights and Fog Hunters, as well as 100 Vasilian Knights, were fully armed and rushed towards the place where the undead army had attacked. After about two or three hours of walking, the air began to stir, and it was not long before a sudden sandstorm swept over the place. The wind of the sandstorm was not strong, but it lifted up a large amount of fine sand, obstructing the view of the army members. At present, the only direction information for the entire crusade team is to rely on Helge to hold the scepter in his hand and ask the Three Sages for directions.

"It's coming......" Helge muttered to himself.

In addition to Mikhail, a nasty fellow, she was forced to arrange for five elite Vasilyan knights to be close to her. Now the wind and sand are so big that I can't see anything except these six people.

"When will this hellish sandstorm end?" Mikhail scolded. "If only I had told my father to send me two magicians, who might be able to banish the pesky sand. ”

"Magicians are a bunch of people who can only pretend to be ghosts......" Helge didn't care about anything, even if she had little knowledge of magic, but once it came out of Mikhail's mouth, she made up her mind that she must refute it, whether it was reasonable or not, so as to compensate for the loss she suffered in front of her.

"I've heard that priests have a great prejudice against magicians, and it seems to be true. Mikhail closed his eyes, looking a little embarrassed by the sandstorm. He barely used his shield to block the wind and sand that might hit his face, but there were still some nasty particles that burrowed into his clothes from the cuffs of his pants, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"The magicians also look down on us, believing that the priest is dispensable, and openly refuting the Three Holy Religions, saying that our great church is a dark and bloody organization. She said, "However, they are all a group of charlatans who only use the heart of a villain to live the belly of a gentleman, and it is enough to ignore everything they say." ”

"I hate the sand...... Mikhail patted his trouser leg.

"Hehe, didn't you swear before you left that you would return in triumph?

"Hmph, how could a great Vaschillan knight do such a thing as running away from battle? Deserters are often found only in the Messiah legion, but unfortunately there is absolutely no one among our group of chivalrous warriors. ”

"It's just that I'm a priest, and I can use my divine power to dispel the wind and sand that is approaching my skin, so I don't have anything ...... at all."

"And what are you going to block with your sleeve?"

Helga ignored what he had just said. "Well, Mikhail, as a priest it is not enough to only use divine power on myself, I also have a method that can disperse the wind and sand on the surface of other people's skin. It's a pity that one of our strong and brave Vasilian knights has already made it clear that he must endure this torturous thing and will not make the slightest gesture of retreat. ”

Mikhail was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to open his mouth to laugh, a cloud of sand entered his mouth.

"I know what you're thinking, lovely girl, you're purer and more stupid than anyone I've ever met. He narrowed his eyes, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Do you think I'm going to eat you? Those little tricks to disperse the wind and sand, you better keep it to yourself......

Mikhail's laughter fluttered in the air, which was quickly drowned out by the sound of the wind.

"Mikhail, did you notice anything wrong with things?"

Mikhail frowned and pinched his chin with his left hand. "Just laughing and scolding with you here, I didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment, I always felt that something was missing nearby......"

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the two.

"What about people!?"

Helge looked back and saw that the five Vasilian knights who had surrounded him had all disappeared, leaving no trace. The five big living people evaporated out of thin air, and the two of them didn't even notice anything, and Helge's hair suddenly stood on end all over his body.

Mikhail pulled out his delicate blue-steel sword, which also had their family's emblem, the Half-Faced, on the handle.

"Damn, where the hell did those people die?" he shouted, but no one responded, so he raised his voice again, saying "Hey, is there anyone around?......!"

The surroundings were empty, only the distant sound of wind and sand.

"Are we left behind?" said Mikhail, who couldn't help but lean towards Helga. "Do you still know where we're headed?"

Helge took a few breaths, then closed her eyes, and using her divine powers, the Three Saints showed her a direction. She pointed to a place with her holy and noble silver scepter, and said, "It is there, it is already close." ”

"It's a pity that I still can't see anything......" Mikhail was about to continue speaking, when a rickety figure appeared in the wind and sand.

Mikhail and Helg looked at each other, and then Mikhail stepped forward to ask who it was. He didn't take a few steps before he stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"Wait, there's something strange about him. ”

"What's wrong?" Helge furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the figure that staggered towards him, and suddenly felt that the shadow was a little thin—no, too thin.

"We Vasilian knights don't deserve round shields, but this man is holding an obvious round shield, I don't think he should be our ......" Mikhail's eyes widened for a moment, and then he raised his sword in front of him sharply.

"Helge, be careful!"

A rough iron sword slashed diagonally across from Mikhail, who deftly grasped his long sword, parried upward, and then smashed the man's shoulder blade with his shield with his left hand.

To be precise, it wasn't a person, but a horrible skeleton that had been completely rotten for a long time and then resurrected.

"Dare to sneak attack?" Mikhail didn't say a word, and directly smashed the skeleton's skull with his shield.

Helge gripped his scepter.

"They're ...... again"

"What?" said Mikhail, turning his head.

"I can feel ......," Helge said calmly, "The people who are protected by the Three Saints are born with a mortal threat to the undead and elemental creatures, and we are the nemesis of the undead, so we will naturally sense their presence......"

Before he could finish speaking, Helge opened his eyes suddenly, easily lifted the seemingly heavy scepter, and then slammed the tip of the scepter directly to his right, and with a crisp cracking sound, another skeleton that was ready to sneak attack fell.

"You ......," Mikhail coughed a few times. "I thought the priest would stand behind like a magician and make fireballs, ice storms, or something......"

"Our attacks are also mainly based on physical output...... "Helga felt as if he had some advantage in the fight against Mikhail, and his tone became more arrogant. "There are so many necromancy, don't take it lightly......"

In the distance, a number of terrible skeletons staggered in the dust, some of them were dressed in rudimentary leather armor, some held pierced shields, or held swords with missing mouths, emotionless, unconscious, and followed the killing instinct step by step, and surrounded the two lone expedition members.

"Hey......" Mikhail didn't say a word, he rushed forward directly, blocked the opponent's unskilled attack head-on, and then directly cut off the vertebrae of the four skeletons with a whirling slash, and solved the dilemma of the siege in front of him very easily.

"These are the basic skills of a warrior, and if you don't learn the whirling slash, you're embarrassed to say that you're playing with swords......" Mikhail beckoned. "Helga, keep up. ”

"There will only be more and more skeletons here, Mikhail, it is not a good idea to spend a long time with them, let's hurry into the abandoned palace, maybe your knights are waiting for you there......"

"Hmph, I didn't expect our Miss Helge to deign to invite me to join us, I'm really grateful!"

Helge gave him a blank look, did not speak, but hurried out of the encirclement.

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