Necromancy School Two-Ring Arcane, Ghoul Touch!

The evil negative energy invaded the skin through the steel armor, and the slippery and greasy chill entered the body like a poisonous snake, making Roland feel weak and nauseous, staggering and almost falling on the horse's back. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fortunately, he has always kept his hole cards in his hand - the "lucky wave" is still there! He immediately activated "Absolute Luck" at the moment of his attack, and automatically passed the tenacity test, successfully exempting himself from the "Paralysis Curse" attached to "Ghoul Touch", and regained his freedom with a slight shock to his body.

The palm of his hand jumped up on the ground, and the corners of Roland's lips hooked a fierce arc, and he was about to pounce on the orc shaman, when a feathered arrow suddenly flashed in his ear.

At the same time, the giant girl's voice full of concern came from behind her.

"Roland, are you alright?"

Lyudmila was not good at fighting on horseback, and after the battle began, she dismounted with the ranger battalion and fought on foot, but was thrown off a large distance by Roland, who was charging on horseback, and had to follow him.

At this moment, seeing the orc shaman unleashing spells on him, he was immediately anxious, and hurriedly put away his twin knives and took off his longbow, and shot a wolf tooth arrow like lightning, hitting the orc shaman's chest.

Burst! The wolf's tooth arrow was blocked by the "mage armor", causing translucent energy ripples, and the huge impact was transmitted through the armor, causing the orc shaman to stagger back, his chest bruises and pain into his heart and spleen, and his face twitched to be hideous.

"Lyudmila, thank you!"

Without waiting for the orc shaman to gain a foothold, Roland rushed to him, and a pillar of holy light erupted from his body, and the awe-inspiring sword qi rushed straight into Xiao Han.

Attack violently and slash the enemy!

Roland's level is still low, and the value of "Breaking the Enemy" is not to increase the lethality, but to be able to convert the charm correction into attack bonus, which perfectly makes up for the overdrawn hit rate of "Fierce Attack".

The heavy sword struck through the air, and the cold light flickered, and a frightened head flew into the air, and the headless corpse fell to the ground, blood staining the wasteland.

With his backhand on his shoulder, Roland stepped forward quickly, confirming that the orc shaman's corpse was separated before slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity.

Never take the caster lightly - he now has a deeper understanding of this bloody lesson.

Lyudmila hurriedly ran over, looked him up and down, and was relieved to see that he was unharmed, and asked in surprise, "You are a dark guard, why can you use the power of the Holy Light?" ”

"Breaking the Evil Slash" is the signature of the Paladin, and it is ridiculous to use it in the hands of a black guard.

"This looks like a slash, but it's actually an enemy slash, I got the revelation of Goddess Sindra when I got the Blackguard inheritance, and I became her chosen one, and the slash is one of the elect powers of the goddess's gift." Roland explained briefly.

"You are so lucky that there is such a good thing, dear Roland!" Lyudmila's eyes were full of envy, and then she asked: "What is the difference between the enemy and the evil?" ”

"Well...... Roland scratched his head with his cold iron heavy sword, "When dealing with evil creatures, it makes no difference. ”

Lyudmila sneered, "Since we have a half-baked paladin here, the evil creatures of the Far East will be unlucky. ”

"What do you mean by a half-hanger? There is a stupid girl who doesn't know Taishan, and my brother is a dignified warrior of fate, hmph, you don't understand it. ”

Roland whistled stupidly, called back his horse, and rode up to find the orcs who were still resisting.

The giantess was not angry, she threw off her two long legs and chased after him, and shouted with a smile: "Roland Roland, that sword just now is so handsome, will you do it again?" ”

"Not good!" Roland spat out two words in frustration.

He doesn't mind playing handsome in front of his sister, but it's a pity that with his current professional level, he can send out a maximum of two "evil slashes" every day, and today's quota has been used up, please wait for tomorrow to be handsome.

He felt a little guilty for not satisfying the giant girl's interest, so he turned around and asked Lyudmila, "Do you want to sit behind me?" ”

"Okay!" Lyudmila's face was full of joy and eager to try.

"Come on."

"Hmm!"

The giantess jumped lightly on the horse's back, her arms wrapped around Roland's tiger waist, her pink and smooth cheeks pressed against the back of his neck and smiled coquettishly.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Laugh at what kind of broken horse you're riding, you're not an adult, right? It's too short, I can help you hit the brakes on tiptoe, do you want to try it? It's definitely fun! ”

Roland shook his head speechlessly, he couldn't fully understand her bad taste, this is the rhythm of forcibly creating a traffic accident, right?

Lyudmila laughed even more happily, "Just kidding, what are you nervous about, I'm not really stupid!" As he spoke, his arms wrapped around him tighter, and the plump and straight peaks on his chest were clinging to his back, but unfortunately, through the obstructive armor, Roland missed a good opportunity to enjoy the beautiful style.

The battle lasted for a full hour, and the shouts of killing in the orc camp gradually subsided, and the smoke of fire filled the valley with groans of pain, adding a bleak color to the Far Eastern steppes in early spring.

Roland and Lyudmila finished their combat mission and returned to the gendarmerie to perform their duties as military judges: counting casualties and captured booty.

Accurate intelligence, correct tactics, and a little luck made the Korath army win the first battle.

In this battle, a total of 424 orcs were beheaded, 210 abducted Far Eastern women were rescued, and 768 orc women and children were captured.

The total number of casualties paid by the Kolas army was no more than 100, of which 23 were killed and about 100 were seriously and lightly wounded, all of whom were taken to the field hospital and cared for by a team of professional priests.

Roland watched for a while, feeling a little sick to this bloody scene, so he went to the field hospital for a walk, and comforted Alexander and other honorably wounded friends.

I have to say that being born in this world of magic is a great luck for soldiers. Roland was still thinking about the pension on the road, but as soon as he entered the hospital, he was dazzled by the divine magic of holiness.

The one-ring magic technique "heals minor injuries", and Alexander's injuries when he stumbles on his front hooves are instantly healed.

The two-ring magic technique "treats moderate injuries", traumatic injuries on earth that require minor surgery, and the head is healed instantly.

The three-ring magic technique "treats serious injuries", and the wounded such as large wounds, massive bleeding, internal bleeding, and severe fractures can be rejuvenated in a few minutes.

The four-ring magic technique "treats fatal injuries", as long as your arms and legs are complete and you have a breath, you can be pulled back from Huangquan Road.

The five-ring magic "Resurrection of the Dead" is even more rebellious, as the name suggests, it doesn't need to be explained!

After all, the priest's divine skill position is limited, and the only people in the Kolas army who can skillfully use the five-ring resurrection divine technique are Mr. Boris and his four personal disciples.

Admittedly, the Resurrection Technique is never enough for the number of casualties, but it is enough to provide the soldiers with a psychological guarantee that they will have less to worry about when they are fighting on the front line.

"The world of sorcery can no longer look at war and religion in the same way as the old ideas on earth, and the religion of this world is not only a promise of peace and spiritual comfort after death, but also a reality - at the very least, the total daily healing of the priest's team must be taken into account when calculating the battle damage ratio." Roland sighed secretly.

After a few small talks with the wounded soldiers, Roland approached Boris and thanked him and all the priests on behalf of all the wounded soldiers.

"Our warriors should be glad and proud, if we are not Far Easterners, if we are not members of the Korath Army, if we are not followers of our Lord Sindra, we will not be able to enjoy the benefits of divine healing."

"Think about the savage orcs, the followers of the 'One-Eyed Tyrant' Guush, who are far superior to humans in terms of combat talent alone, but the orc tribe does not have a team of established priests, which means that they cannot be properly treated after being wounded, and the casualty rate is bound to be higher. The answer is obvious, having a team of pastors who work tirelessly is our greatest strength! ”

Roland originally wanted to say just a few words, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was full of passion, and simply gave an impromptu speech in the field hospital, and his sincere words and extraordinary charm deeply touched the hearts of all the listeners present, and those emotional female priests listened to the tears, and even Mr. Boris, who had always been steady, couldn't help but be moved and his eyes were red.

"Of course, we will not forget that the priests who serve the wounded here at this moment are also on combat duty, many of them have just left the front line, the blood stains on their bodies are still in pain, take off their armor and change into robes and come directly to the hospital to continue working, you have worked tirelessly to save the lives and help the wounded, from one battlefield to another, you are the warriors who resist the orcs and the angels who protect your comrades, no matter how you express your respect, it is not too much, so please accept my most sincere salute!"

Roland clenched his fists across his chest and solemnly saluted the priest team, and the atmosphere of the scene immediately reached its peak.

"Salute!" Behind Roland, Alexander and the other wounded soldiers insisted on standing up, clenching their fists across their chests with a smack, and saluting the priests in unison.

"Hail to our angels in white!" Lyudmila also followed Roland to the hospital at some point, and led a group of female rangers with tears in her eyes behind her to clasp their fists and salute.

Pastor Boris nodded lightly, clenched his fists across his chest, and solemnly replied on behalf of the priest team: "Guarding our warriors, helping our warriors alleviate their suffering, this is the glorious mission that the goddess of fate has given to all Sindra priests!" Unfortunately, our abilities are too limited to resurrect all the heroes who died heroically, and I am deeply remorseful for this, but I believe that under the guidance of the goddess of fate, our team will grow rapidly on the battlefield and provide more comprehensive and thoughtful services to our warriors, until one day, every young priest here will master the art of resurrection and awaken all the heroic spirits who do not want to stop fighting! All glory be to my lord Syndra! ”

"All glory be to my lord Sindra!" Solemn prayers echoed over the field hospital. The young priests behind Boris looked solemn, clenched their fists across their chests, and saluted Roland.