In Ling Qi's concept, a monastery is like an Eastern temple, a Western church, simply put, a house with a cross on the roof, and Western monks live in it, living on the beneficials of believers. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But when he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that he was wrong.

Vernon Abbey is more of a small fortress than a church.

Five or six tall buildings form a large courtyard structure, with few gaps between the buildings, and the walls are connected.

These three- and four-storey buildings, with walls made of large blocks of bluestone, look like a sturdy bunker from the outside.

There are vegetable gardens and wheat fields around the monastery, and although you can't see anyone tending to them, the fruit and vegetable crops are growing well.

Facing the road, there is a half-open arch, about three meters high and two meters wide, between the two buildings, and on top is a suspended corridor with a parapet, how to look like a castle tower.

Turning over and dismounting, he led a few zebras to the empty stable outside the door, and suddenly a bad old man came out from behind the door like a ghost.

"I'm sorry, friends, but this is private territory, and if you're a resting traveler, please go any further, it's not too far from Koloel. ”

The old man's meaning is also clear, but his tone is very tough, and his attitude is a little arrogant, quite the style of a middle-aged rich slave.

He went straight out of the fence of the stables, his head held high, his eyes squinted, and he looked like "you're not welcome here."

Ling Qi bared his teeth, and secretly said how the "monks" in this world are such virtues, I don't know if it is convenient for me to be convenient with others, not to mention that I don't even ask what I mean, and I start to pick people up.

Ling Qi didn't talk nonsense, he directly put the horsewhip on the shoulder of the person who came, and said coldly:

"I'm looking for Gaphael. ”

He didn't come here after a lot of hard work all the way to get here, he didn't come to be angry, and it was his purpose to complete the task and get rewards.

As for the attitude of some people towards him, in fact, he doesn't care at all.

But this does not mean that he must keep a low profile and pretend to be a grandson, otherwise others will think he is a bully.

This world is like this, you can be pampered and not surprised, and when you encounter things, you can't help but show your attitude.

For example, if he is now performing tasks on behalf of the old emperor, he must not be humiliated no matter what, otherwise he will lose his momentum, and he will talk about "loyalty to the monarch and patriotism", how can he reap the benefits.

Hearing Ling Qi say Gaphael's name, his attitude was even more frivolous and casual, and the old man's face immediately changed!

He retreated vigilantly into the stable, one hand reaching his waist and grasping a bulging protrusion.

"Who are you, and what are you here for?"

Ling Qi pursed his lips, and was about to continue to bring out the old emperor to bluff people, when a miserable scream suddenly came from the quiet monastery:

"Ah!!h

"Oops!"

The old man who stood in the way did not hesitate to question, turned and jumped out of the stable, and rushed into the monastery around the half-open arch.

Although Ling Qi and these people are suspicious, they are still above board after all, but the backyard is really on fire.

Seeing this, everyone also turned over and dismounted, with Moti as the vanguard, and rushed into the courtyard one after another.

Passing through the iron-clad wooden door kicked open by the giant man, the scene inside is shocking.

In the courtyard of less than 300 square meters, there are already three groups of people fighting each other!

The sound of ping-pong came to my ears at this time, I don't know if it was just a fight, or if there was another reason.

In the small flower bed in the center of the courtyard, a corpse dressed in simple cloth was lying, and a flower hoe fell next to the corpse, which seemed to be a gardener.

"Madi!"

"Bastard!"

The old man who entered first let out a low roar, and had already cut into a battle group, and attacked the intruder like crazy!

Before Ling Qi could see the situation clearly, the red-robed assassins who had the largest number of people in these battle circles, accounting for more than half of them, actually divided a few people and surrounded Ling Qi and the others at the door!

"It's you again!"

Ling Qi almost squeezed these words out of his teeth, he was indeed very disgusted with these crazy people who had no possibility of communication.

"Up!"

"Boom!"

Directly pulling out the long sword hanging from his waist, Ling Qi stepped forward, and his sturdy figure passed under Moti's armpit with a flash, stabbing straight at an oncoming red-clothed assassin!

He showed his camp with practical actions, and he was by no means in the same league as these idiots who made enemies everywhere.

The flames of war spread quickly, from the first time they heard the screams until Ling Qi and a few people joined the melee, there were definitely no more than ten breaths in between, but the three groups of people were obviously red-eyed.

Fortunately, there were arrogant red-clothed assassins to attract firepower, and the group did not have to worry about anything else for the time being.

The number of red-clothed assassins on the field was obviously the largest, with more than a dozen or twenty people, more than the other groups combined.

The black-robed masked man is secretive, and the number of people is small, there are six in total, and his skills are not weak.

The people who wore the usual clothes were supposed to be the inhabitants of the monastery, and there were only three old men, the least in number, but the most powerful, and each of them was outnumbered and showed no weakness.

The most united is undoubtedly the Ling Qi group blocking the entrance, forming a formation and taking care of each other.

Antorell was obviously hiding his strength, following Ling Qi to pick up leaks, not contributing to the work, and at the same time being responsible for covering.

There was no need to worry about the back, Ling Qi made a move to attack, refusing to let go of any opportunity to fight, and in three or five moves, the assassins who took the lead were defeated and retreated.

I saw that the cold light flickered around the man, and the weapon in his hand had no time to parry, and his arms, legs and feet were bursting with blood flowers from time to time, and his movements were getting slower and slower.

Ling Qi's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds in a few days, and his basic attributes were obviously slightly weaker than those of these assassins, but he could always rely on some swordsmanship skills in the movement and quiet, and with the help of the wind, he could barely form a suppression of the speed of his shots.

A little suppression is the difference between life and death!

"Medium!"

But he saw Ling Qi squatting down and flashed a horizontal slash, his left hand was on the side of his calf, the dagger was in his hand, and then he jumped back to avoid the pursuit of another person, and a silver arc of light hit the already injured assassin with a low drink!

The man was stunned, and an ivory-white dagger was already plunged into his chest!

Thump!

Blood all over the ground, kill the enemy with one blow!

Seeing this, the surrounding assassins all gathered around Ling Qi, apparently preparing to join forces to get rid of this guy.

With one against four, a fool would do such a thing.

Ling Qi retreated violently until he reached the center of the team, and Mo Ti took his place, picked up the two giant hammers that had been purchased earlier and were newly added, and brought a roaring hurricane to meet them, directly shocking the few people who pounced!

The hammer head the size of a millstone tore through the air and let out a monster-like whimper.

The hammer, which ordinary Nord warriors had to hold with both hands, was grasped by him one by one, dancing like a windmill.

Not to mention the enemy, even his own people did not dare to approach for a while.

This kind of weapon, don't say that it is smashed, I am afraid that if it is rubbed, it will break my bones and bones!

The tough Nord hunk blocked all the enemies alone, and his teammates could only watch from the sidelines, unable to intervene.

The whirring steel windmill smashed the ground into potholes, and the sand flew away.

At this momentum, even the movements of the other battle circles were suppressed, and those people slowed down their movements significantly, staring at a certain non-human in horror.

It's a pity that such a big momentum is just a façade.

If you can't hit people, what's the use of no matter how strong your strength is?

It is impossible to fight like a mad demon, although it breaks the enemy's heart, but it is really the essence of missing the essence, and it completely abandons the skills that humans rely on to control the enemy.

If only it were a real beast, but it didn't have the sturdy fur and ferocious wildness of a beast.

It is not uncommon for a fierce general on the battlefield to die at the hands of a horseman in a local battle.

The fierce general also has the essence of martial arts to protect himself, and Moti only relies on brute force.

Soon, his details were seen through.

The red-clad assassins swam around him like fleas, not fighting him at all, and occasionally waving their hands and flying out some hidden weapons, rubbing a little blood on him.

Because I came to the monastery this time to hand in a mission, I didn't expect to start fighting when I entered the door, and it was a long-distance attack, so the others were fine, but Moti didn't have armor.

Moreover, his former set of special gladiator armor was also lost at Aldi Farm. With his size, not to mention iron armor, even leather armor has to be customized.