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After all, their goal is to capture Kelsey, and it doesn't matter if the rest of them are dead or alive.

Randall encamped at the foot of the second peak with three retinue priests, as well as some of the Luna warriors of the Golden Rites, and had planned to carpet out the three peaks of the Red Rock Coast within a week, dealing with the Red Rock Thieves in order to capture Kelsey and to gain fame for Duke Dreiser.

After this is done, the Cult of the Luna will be publicized in the name of cooperation with Duke Dreiser, and the height of the Dreiser banner in Stormwind will also be established.

But Randall prepared a lot, and after learning about the situation through Duke Dreiser, he understood that Kelsey, a degenerate, was proficient in reconnaissance and all kinds of espionage, and it must be extremely difficult to capture her.

Sometimes he wondered if this apparently trained degenerate might be a pawn discarded by Duke Dreiser?

The Duke of Astaire privately cultivated the power of the Fallen, which was a very difficult thing, but the matter was too much for him to continue thinking about.

All he knew was that following the Golden Cult's orders, helping Duke Dreiser hunt down the Fallen, and dealing with the problems of Stormwind, that was the task he needed to take.

There is an unfathomable darkness in everyone, and the thought of this brings a meaningful smile to his face.

At this moment, according to the camp where he was, there was a commotion in another camp about a few hundred meters away.

It was the residence of the samurai devotees and the outermost part of the camp area, near the foot of the second peak.

"What's going on?"

Randall looked at the priest next to him in displeasure, his tone cold.

"It should be a sudden, sir, I'll go and see first."

The priest was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and said.

"No need, you go and see the degenerate, I'll go see it myself."

Randall seemed to remember something, and frowned, "Maybe it's a fellow party of the Fallen, but you should be careful not to be discovered by Quentin Grote." ”

"My lord, isn't it a bit of a bit for you to go there yourself?"

The priest was a little surprised, and said in a tactful tone.

"Have you forgotten what happened near the mine?"

Randall's expression was indifferent, "If it weren't for the quasi-artifact with the Golden Rite, you would have been smashed to pieces by that fallen demon." ”

"That's what my lord said."

Recalling the tragedy of the first battle in the mine, the priest's face turned pale, and his heart palpitated.

Respectfully watching Randall's back go away, the priest beckoned, and the groups of samurai believers also walked towards the other part of the camp.

At this time, the storm sea is slightly undulating, and from a distance, the unstable sea surface is like gray rocks, blending with the gray sky.

・・・

"Strengthen the faith! Glory of the Luna! ”

"Luna Glory!" "Luna Glory!"

The white-robed warrior believers roared, their bodies strengthened by pale blue magic.

They burst out of the white tent, carrying the Luna Cult's special long-handled weapon, neatly separated, and then surrounded Leo in the middle.

The knight's sword in his hand was already stained with blood, and at his feet were the bodies of more than a dozen samurai believers, all of whom were fatal with one sword, without exception.

"Do you have to—"

Iros looked around at the warrior believers lying in a pool of blood, and looked at Leo with dark blue eyes.

"They are all devout believers, completely different from demons and monsters."

"Let me negotiate with the people of the Cult of the Luna, and I'll let them go of Kelsey."

The soft voice was unbearable, and Leo sighed inwardly.

"This team of the Luna Cult has vaguely instructions from Duke Dreiser, and it can be seen from his actions to block the Beast Car Avenue that its purpose is not pure."

"The people of Astaire believe in the moon god in order to gain power, not pure moon god believers."

"Now the faith of these people is mixed with impure filth, and I guess they will not listen to you."

Leo paused, "Moreover, your presence cannot be exposed so easily. ”

"Believe me, Iros, it will certainly not be them who will defeat the evil gods and demons and repel the dragons, and it will not be the people who will support the continent who are consumed by profit."

It's a bit cheeky to say that, but Leo still wants Iros to get over that hurdle.

One day, he will occupy an irreplaceable place in the heart of the goddess of the moon.

Iros lowered his eyes, didn't say anything more, turned into a blue light, and burrowed into Leo's body.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Leo understood that Iros's act of closing off her perception was her best effort.

It seems that the weight of his heart in Iros's heart has gradually surpassed some unworthy old thoughts.

Sooner or later, Iros will be lured into his camp, and Leo feels that his thoughts are somewhat evil.

The hesitation and horror of the samurai believers were huge flaws in Leo's eyes, and the snow-bright knight's sword emitted brilliance, sweeping away the long-handled weapons around it, destroying it.

The collision of magic power was not at the same level at all, and Leo's crushing blade brought up large swaths of blood, harvesting the lives of samurai believers like mowing grass.

"Ding! Current XP: 794/2000! ”

The white robe in the field of vision was constantly dyed red, and it fell, and a new white robe took its place, but it fell again.

The knight's sword, wrapped in his magic, collided with the long-handled weapon of the samurai believer, severing countless bones and still shining as new.

Finally, the corpses lying on the grass at the foot of the mountain were countless, the white robes were soaked red with spilled blood, and the remaining samurai believers were far away from Delio, and their numbers were dwindling.

They were replaced by new samurai believers.

Leo raised an eyebrow and looked at the emerging white-robed warriors, all of them holding broadswords with golden lines on their backs.

If Iros was still around, he could have asked who the warriors were, but it was not appropriate to stab the moon goddess again.

Unlike the previous samurai believers, these white-robed samurai exuded a fierce momentum, and the mere posture of holding their swords gave them the sharpness of battle.

If you compare samurai believers to soldiers, then these white-robed samurai are the leaders of the elite.

"Are you one of the Fallen?"

A priest walked out of the pile of white-robed warriors, with faint gold lines on his side, and the same golden lines on his back.

"Looks like it's hiding in this camp?"

Leo smiled lightly, not answering the priest's words, and the corpse at his feet exuded a terrible aura, a smile as hideous as a demon.

"Stupid."

The priest was stunned for a moment, but after waking up, he gritted his teeth slightly, and waved his white sleeves, "Golden Festival, Moon God Warrior, exterminate the degenerate!" ”

"Any evil must be purified, glory to the moon god!"

"Luna Glory!" "Luna Glory!"

These luna warriors held their broadswords aloft, and the magic of the mantra was unleashed one after another, exuding an aura comparable to that of a second-class warrior, and they pounced on Leo like tigers.

In the turbulent sea of momentum, the motionless Leo is like a boat, lonely and helpless.