Nororotto said in a deep voice, and walked up with his gun.

This is the moment that belongs to Sherlock, the moment that belongs to the Wolf Cavalry Regiment, and the moment that belongs to all those involved in the campaign.

Naturally, it was also a moment that belonged to Nororotto himself.

He will need to face one of the last and most powerful obstacles to the operation, the Blue Dragon Lich Pavaroa.

Even ignoring the racial gap between the two, it would definitely not be easy for him, a Glory Paladin of less than level 80, to deal with a mage who was at least level 100.

No, maybe it shouldn't be used to deal with, and it's more appropriate to use the word drag.

And the price of dragging the other party is his own life.

Because even if Sherlock destroys Asadron's dragon heart in the end, they won't survive the mad dragon lich.

The adventurer has the blessing of the creator god and can be resurrected indefinitely, but he, a believer in Mystra, will not have the opportunity to be favored by the god of death.

But so what!

He is the leader of the Third Storm Paladin, and the Paladin of Glory - Nororotto Losca!

"Glory Charge!"

In the firelight, the reflection of the knight's spear continued to accelerate on the ground.

Where the spear was pointing, a huge shadow more than ten times its size was sweeping in.

A moment later, under the collision of the tip of the spear and the dragon's claw, the wind and dust set off instantly flooded the entire valley.

And in the midst of the wind and firelight, a shadow slowly walked up to the altar.

The moment the scarlet claws came into contact with the huge red dragon's heart, a spiritual bridge connected the consciousnesses of the two.

In the sea of consciousness, Sherlock saw Asaderon in his entirety for the first time.

Although it was only a consciousness body, the other party didn't need to speak, and the oppressive feeling brought by the size and momentum alone was already more terrifying than all the creatures he had encountered before.

"Asaderon, we're finally meeting." Sherlock spoke with difficulty under the pressure of Long Wei.

"Shameless thief, I've been waiting for a long time." Asadron's excited voice descended along with the dragon's breath.

Unsurprisingly, Sherlock knew of his arrival, and with his wings in front of him, he rushed forward to meet the dragon's breath.

Bang!

Nororotto was captured and flew dozens of yards, smashing four rock walls in succession before finally stabilizing his body.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the holy light around him flickered twice before it completely dimmed.

Paladin, strictly speaking, is a profession that eats on buffs.

Without the auxiliary blessings of various auras, his combat power would be at least six percent off, and in the face of the dragon lich who was still in full state, he might not even be able to do anything to the death.

Now, it's all you have to look at that druid.

"Stupid human, you don't expect that little druid to ruin my plans." Pavaroa scoffed, and a convulsion of flesh was thrown out.

Flesh Convulsions, a seventh-order necromancy spell, is notorious in the main matter plane.

Its reputation is not due to its destructive power or miraculous effects, but to the intense pain endured by the recipient.

The constant twitching pain of every piece of flesh and blood inside and outside the body is enough to destroy anyone's will.

This spell is usually used to torture enemies with necromancy.

It's just that when it is used on the paladin, there is another possibility.

That is to turn the other party into a black knight.

The Black Knights, transformed by the Paladin, will greatly enhance their abilities when the noble soul falls, and even make them even more powerful than they were in life.

So many times, the evil necromancy will try all kinds of ways to tempt the paladins.

Nororotto, a paladin with strong strength and a pure soul, Pavaroa naturally won't let it go easily when he sees it.

Now that the situation is urgent, he doesn't have the time and energy to set up a game, so he can only try to break the other party's will and force the other party to surrender through the most direct way of flesh and blood convulsions.

Squeak –

Squeak –

Nororotto's body trembled violently, and blood seeped through his skin, staining his entire body in blood.

It's just that even so, he still clenched the crown of his teeth and didn't let out a single wail.

"Hahaha, hold on, the longer you hold on, the more delicious the soul will be." Pavaloa kept teasing the paladin at his feet: "I don't know if you will be able to hold on after I kill that druid." ”

In Nororotto's blurred vision, he saw the black shadow about to walk towards the altar, and the remaining consciousness drove him to reach out and grab it, and grabbed the corner of the dragon lich's robes.

"Dying throes!" Pavaroa kicked Nororotto away, and when he turned around, he saw a figure already on the altar first.

"Druid, suffer death!"

A petite human, armed with a pitch-black sword, stabbed Sherlock.

This human Pavaloa certainly knows, and can even be said to be quite familiar.

Last night, it was this adventurer named Squirrel Guiyu who reported to him the existence of the druid.

That's why today, he deliberately relaxed his vigilance, so that the other party had the opportunity to touch the heart of the red dragon, so as to deprive the other party of the power of the dragon source and further strengthen Asadron's strength.

Otherwise, not to mention anything else, just the protective formation guarding outside the altar, no one would be able to break through.

It's just that, how could this believer of the dragon god appear here at this point in time?

It happened suddenly, and Pavaroa didn't doubt it for a while, just when the other party wanted to show it in front of him, so as to ask him for credit.

"Hehe, greedy adventurer......" He was about to taunt when a terrifying force suddenly pressed from above the altar.

The source of this power is the black sword held in the squirrel's hand.

"Cranvo's power, what is she going to do......" Pavaroa said in a lost voice.

The youngest of the gods of the long Feron Alternate Gods, Cranvo is in charge of the power of death and oversees the fate of all the dead in the world.

It is different from the unfathomable Jaeger, the brutal Mirkor, and the crazy Hirek.

Cranvo, who was kind and selfless as a mortal, also brought this mercy to all the dead after taking over the priesthood of death from Shirek, his former companion.

He was happy to help those who were dying and let them die with dignity.

Oppose the idea of artificially unnaturally extending one's lifespan beyond natural limits – such as becoming immortal.

He will do everything possible to re-enter the undead into reincarnation and punish those who create the undead.

Because of their doctrinal contradictions and ability restraint, the priests of the King of the Dead have always been the most hated and feared group of people in the Dragon Worship.

Now I suddenly saw such a powerful and pure Death God power, and it was still in the hands of a Dragon Worshipper.

Pavaroa suddenly panicked.

Because of the development of things, he jumped out of his control for the first time.

In such a short period of time, he had no time to stop the squirrel's movements, and could only stare wide as the other man stabbed the sword into the druid's back.

"It's okay......" Before Pavaroa could rejoice, a cry of surprise came again.

"Oops, my hand slipped!"