"Today is your first lesson in becoming a 'war priest'. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Benny wrote a few words on the blackboard, the pure lime pen is much softer than the chalk of the previous life, and it is not easy to use. "Oh, it's supposed to be ---- 'War Priest Apprentice', and I beg your pardon, I didn't read as much as you did when I was a kid." Benny looked at his slightly ugly words.

"Haha~" There was a burst of laughter from below, they all knew that Grand Lord Smith had always been very ----- and amiable.

"Can anyone tell me what a 'war priest' is? Why do we call ourselves 'war priests'? "Benny looked at the students who were no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, these students were the second batch of apprentices at the Priesthood College, who became the second batch of war apprentices after being screened by their mentors and by their own choice, and Benny was their 'practical mentor' and taught one to three times a week, or, none.

"It seems that you still don't know the definition of it." Benny took a slight breath. "War, it's just a word now, but since you have chosen this path, it is my duty to tell you that war is a collapsed house, a splash of blood, a corpse beyond recognition, everything that is as opposed to good, and even the Holy Light to the teachings cannot be applied to war! Now -----"

Benny looked around at all the students.

"Are you still determined to become 'war priests'?"

Benny stepped down from the podium.

"You are all children, in my opinion, children have no ability to make their own choices, because the life they have experienced is still short, but you are all born from the war, the generation that grew up in the war, your pioneers have been on the battlefield, I know this is a bit cruel to you, but we have no choice, we need to grow up as soon as possible, because the 'Dawn Light' needs us to grow as soon as possible."

"But at the same time, I hope you have the right to choose a second time, now, if you don't want to be a 'war priest', please raise your hand, believe me, it's not shameful, everyone has the right to choose their own life, when I was seventeen years old, I just wanted to be a priest who ate and waited for death, I didn't think there was anything about it."

"You have three days to think about it, if you have family, don't ignore their opinion, if your loved ones died in the war, you can see them in the public offering or in the church, I'm sorry I have to say that."

"That's your first lesson, and I want you to be able to choose your life first." Benny knocked on the table. "Class."

"I think you're being lazy." Fran smiled as he looked at Benny as he walked out of the classroom, his wrinkled face squeezed into a chrysanthemum. "I've never seen a tutor like yours, and it only took you ten minutes to finish your first class."

"Isn't it a good teaching?" Benny stepped forward to hold Fran and walked with the old man to the chapel of the College, where the Archbishop of Fran now lived, and where he rarely went to Stratholme Cathedral, where Demethia was most of the time in business.

"Are you teaching them to stay away from war?" Fran's body is not as good as before, but his spirit is still strong.

"No, I'm teaching them how to fit into the war." Benny sighed. "We didn't choose war, but war chose us, we have no choice, and escaping can only lead to destruction!"

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"Those little ones are going to leave us with no work!" The soldier spat hard, and bloody spat fell to the floor. "It's only the next day."

"Bliss! Go down and get treated! An officer pulled him from behind, Bliss stepped back, and another soldier stepped forward.

"Sir, I just got a slash!" Bliss stood in the middle of the corridor and saluted, his face covered with a long wound that tore through half of his face, making him look like an undead.

"The Feather of Light didn't heal your face, if you don't want to really become an undead, go and beg those little guys to let them give you a holy light on your face!" The officer turned and raised his musket in his hand. "Get out of here!"

"Yes! Sir! ”

"Musketeers!!" The officer yelled. "Salvo ready!!"

Briss reluctantly ran to the back of the array.

"Don't waste your mental energy!" Demitian pulled the student's arm, and the soldier's wound had long since healed. "You should judge his injuries instead of blindly casting healing spells, in case his bones break, do you want him to become a deformity forever?"

"No---- no, no, Mentor!" Students shook their hands in a hurry.

"Don't worry." The soldier touched his chest. "I'm feeling good now, thank you, pastor, for having a drink when the war is over." The soldier quickly picked up his shield and sword, ran into the corridor and disappeared.

"In addition to the first, second and third level combat readiness, we do not prohibit alcohol, you can consider his proposal." Demetia has seen a lot of people who have formed friendships in war, and this is normal.

"Mentor, the rain of light is coming to an end!" The student pointed behind her, drinking? What a distant word.

"Team 1, Team 2, follow me, Team 3, continue to heal!"

Rain of Light is one of the small strategic Light spells, the latest research result of the Priest Division of the Strategic and Tactical Research Department, and a group type of Light spell developed for the 'War Priests'.

This spell divides the priest into groups, each of which inscribes a rune, which forms a giant circle of light that rains down rain of light incessantly----- just like on the battlefield.

The condensed holy light drips down like water droplets, the golden droplets will ignite those undead, but they will heal their own warriors, the condensed holy light even many death knights can not resist, they have to prop up the blue light shield, in the most dense area of the holy light rain, they have to summon a green energy shield to defend, the green defense cover is covered with hideous runes, but they still fell one by one in the paladin's attack.

The golden circle appeared in Tirio's hand, a golden war hammer condensed out of thin air, and slammed into the back of the Death Knight, the Death Knight's body leaned forward, and the holy sword burning with golden flames penetrated his body, and the blue light in the eyes of the Death Knight flickered violently, and he wailed and turned into a puddle of ashes.

"It's just you, my brother." Tirio stood with his sword in his hand, looking at Alexander, who was surrounded by paladins, the golden raindrops had thinned out, but they were still dripping.

"You're not the same as before, Tirio." Alexander's breath was cold and white, and golden raindrops emitted green smoke on him. "But you're rejoicing too soon." (To be continued.) )