"You said he had a divine aura in him, so he helped you fight Mercy?"

"In that case, how could he have spared the life of the degenerate?"

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"Of course, I don't question what you mean, your piety is beyond doubt." Randall smiled slightly, easing the old priest's nervousness, "As the lieutenant of the Golden Rite, I have been on a mission for decades, and I have seen countless degenerate people. ”

"They are mean, selfish, stupid, insidious."

"As far as I know, there are depraved people who are good at disguise, and they can even imitate the devout Luna cultists."

Hearing Randall's words, the old priest was shocked and said, "Then you mean that the young man from Strange Rock City is also a fellow of the Fallen?" ”

"But he shouldn't have to save me... and according to my priest, ..."

Sensing what Randall meant, the surprise on the old priest's face gradually replaced by doubt.

"You are merciful, so these things will be left to us at the Golden Festival."

Randall waved his hand, interrupting the old priest's speech, "None of the Fallen can be left, don't worry about leaving it to the samurai believers." ”

Just as the old priest hesitated to say anything more, one of the priests who had left earlier came over and saluted Randall very calmly.

"Say it."

"Yes, sir."

The priest glanced at Quentin Grote without a trace, and continued, "Our warrior cultists have spotted traces of the Fallen near the second peak of the Red Rock Coast. ”

"Seems to have trade with Stormwind, and some villagers."

"At present, the fallen have been captured, and a few villagers have been captured, using three mantra magic scrolls, and a small magic array of the Moon Demon Forbidden."

"Under the cover of the degenerate, some villagers have escaped with supplies, but I have left some of the samurai believers to follow them down, and the news will be delivered soon."

The old priest on the side raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his eyes flickered.

"yes, I thought she could hide deep in the forest."

Randall was very surprised, and looked very good, "This is a self-defeating net." ”

"Mr. Grote, I'm going to interrogate the Fallen, you can rest here for a while, and we'll be back to Stormwind."

"Yes, sir."

The old priest bowed to Randall and the expressionless priest and hurriedly retreated.

Looking at the departing back of the old priest, the smile on Randall's face faded away.

"Duke Dreiser's means that anyone who knows will be eliminated, and it is thanks to his ignorance that he will be spared."

"Didn't that degenerate and samurai cultists flee when they fought?"

Randall turned his head to look at the gray sky, and looked at the priest with his head bowed.

"I'm also very strange, my lord, that fallen man did not hesitate to stay behind to cover in order to protect his supplies, so he was shrouded by the magic array forbidden by the moon demon, and finally hit by the magic released by the magic scroll."

"What are those supplies, are they important?"

Randall was a little surprised, and guessed that maybe it was a batch of Red Fury Crystals, or some kind of treasure, and the Fallen did not hesitate to protect it with his life.

"Our samurai believers seized half of the supplies and sorted them out—"

A strange look appeared on the priest's face, "It's just ordinary fresh water, dried meat, all travel supplies. ”

・・・

Red Rock Coast, second peak, small woodland.

Dozens of samurai believers who remained on the orders of the priest hid under the shade of the trees and observed the movements around them.

They had communication stones on their bodies, and in order to avoid startling the snakes, only a few people were sent to follow the fleeing villagers and pursue them.

The communication stone glows with a white light, which is the signal of return.

The samurai devotees finished their meditation almost at the same time, opened their eyes, and looked at the mountain path that stretched down from the top of the mountain, waiting for their teammates to appear.

However, to their great surprise, the figure who walked out of the mountain road was not the teammate they knew well.

He didn't even have the costume of a samurai cultist, and he looked extremely young, holding an ordinary knight's sword in his hand.

"What's going on?"

A samurai believer perched on a tall tree, frowning, looking at the young man at the intersection.

Since the person who came was not a teammate sent out to pursue, why did it cause the communication stone to shine?

As the samurai believers looked at each other in confusion, the young man cleared his throat and swept their hiding place with a calm gaze.

"Come down, I have something to ask."

He threw out a few stones, and they rolled to the ground, glowing with a misty white light, and they were the communication stones that the samurai believers each had a copy of.

“・・・”

Looking at those stones, the eyes of these warrior believers instantly sharpened, and the light blue magic power swirled on their strong bodies.

Level 1 Mantra Magic, Faith Strengthening.

Like razor-hot blades, they slammed out from the treetops and between the grasses, their fists wrapped in magic striking Leo's place.

"Take note of their magic, Iros."

Leo looked around and swung the knight's sword in his hand casually.

Skill [White Hot]!

In the field of vision of these samurai believers, a dazzling light suddenly appeared, and before they could react, they felt that their entire bodies were floating.

But they soon realized that it was just an illusion created by the separation of the head and body.

At the first light, nine samurai believers were killed, and the sharp edge, which could not be detected by the naked eye, also cut off the limbs of the last few people, and the neat and orderly attack instantly turned into a pot of porridge.

"Ding! Current XP: 768/2000! ”

"Looks like you don't have anything to say."

Leo looked at the warrior believers who retreated in terror, and flicked the knight's sword neatly.

"Then let's kill all the way."

His figure moved, and in an instant, in the eyes of the samurai believers, it was like a sword light that could not be captured.

The sound of the blade slicing through the flesh was faint, and before they could react, they found their teammates spurting blood and falling, just like the nine men who had just been decapitated.

"Tell the priest-sama—"

The remaining samurai believers realized the difference in strength, were very calm, and reacted quickly, and immediately scattered and fled, but unfortunately it was too late.

Skill [Spike], skill [White Hot].

Using familiar skills, these samurai believers, strengthened by the magic of the Shingrum, were slower than snails and more fragile than tofu under Leo's knightly sword.

"Ding! Current XP: 772/2000! ”

The last samurai cultist who tried to escape also collapsed in a pool of blood, and Leo turned to look down the path down the hill and sped down.