The mages bombarded Mingyue with their skills one by one, but because of the existence of various layers of shields, Mingyue's blood volume was relatively high at that time, and there were three top priests staring at it, basically as long as it was not a second kill, it couldn't be killed at all.

"More mages!"

"Be careful!" Suddenly, Austin's eyes froze and he shouted at Oren, who was wandering away from the battlefield.

But the Gale Leopard couldn't stand Oren's repeated raids, and each attack could bring up a flower of blood from it, making it painful, and wanted to turn its head to deal with him, but slipped away. Finally, the Gale Leopard endured enough of the flies, and after resisting Austin's heavy blow, he added a little wound to his body, and when he was knocked away, he pounced on Oron, who was about to attack.

Oren's eyes shrank suddenly, and a great danger enveloped him, and his sweat trembled, and his pupils were full of blood-red figures and red claws.

The scorching wind whirred, and the scarlet breath of blood rushed to the face.

At this time, it was too late to dodge, and thousands of thoughts raced in Oren's mind, and in the end, he had to rush into wisdom, crossed his two short swords in front of his chest, and tried his best to resist the killing of the Gale Leopard.

In the next moment, like a devastating devastation, Oron was violently knocked out of the air. His body fell far to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and a trail of blood was staggering, and finally collapsed into a bush.

Kling didn't have time to take care of the gale leopard anymore, and the wind elemental swirled under his feet, and he quickly rushed to the bushes. At this time, Oren's arm was lying on the ground softly, obviously broken. A mouthful of blood spit on the ground like money.

Roland saw it on the periphery, his fists clenched tightly, and he wanted to rush over desperately, but he couldn't do anything. He was too weak for his magic to have little effect on the Gale Leopard, and even though he learned that the powerful Two-Ring Perfect Magic could cause damage to the Gale Leopard, he still had to worry about attracting the Gale's attention.

When he found the Gale Leopard, Captain Austin had repeatedly told him not to use magic against the Gale Leopard and not to provoke unexpected dangers.

The strength is too weak! Roland thought angrily but weakly, his lips tightly closed, "I must hurry up and become stronger!" ”

The fortunate thing in the misfortune is that although Uncle Oren was seriously injured, it was not life-threatening, and with his physique at the peak of the Black Iron Rank, he could recover after a period of rest.

Roland had no choice but to comfort himself in this way. , the thought of becoming stronger swirls in the mind.

At this time on the battlefield, although the Gale Leopard seriously injured Oren, he was still severely slashed by Austin, and his injuries were aggravated again.

Bloodline Martial Arts: Boiling Bloodline.

Boiling bloodline is a universal skill of bloodline knights, and it is a weakened version of the bloodline martial arts rage, by boiling their own bloodline, squeezing potential, and achieving the purpose of instantly increasing strength. But in the same way, the price is also very large, and after the bloodline martial arts time has passed, it will fall into a period of weakness for several days.

But at this time, the situation is urgent, and Austin can't care so much.

After boiling the blood, the flames on the greatsword burned violently, and the indigo flames extended to a foot long. Correspondingly, Austin's speed and strength have increased a lot, and he can obviously keep up with the speed of the Gale Leopard.

The tide of battle suddenly reversed.

Gradually, there were more and more wounds on the body of the gale leopard, and the bright fur was covered with charred scars. The speed of action and reflexes have gradually slowed down.

The Gale Leopard knew that the situation was not good, but the wisdom of the third-order demonic beast gave it not only the idea of fighting to the death, but also the dignity of the demonic beast lord. The Gale Leopard roared and counterattacked, with no tendency to flee.

Collision!

In the oblique stab, Maas found a good opportunity, stimulated the bloodline, and directly knocked the gale leopard to the ground. Austin caught up with the lunge, and the great sword pierced through its abdomen.

Gale leopard, death.

Seeing the gale leopard lying in a pool of blood, his eyes dimmed a little, and he slowly stopped moving. Austin finally breathed a sigh of relief, the flames on the two-handed greatsword dissipated little by little, and he sat on the ground with no more strength. It's time for weakness after boiling blood!

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The wind was bitterly cold, and the biting cold wind blew on this mercenary group that was walking in the dark mountains and hurriedly returning. Everyone was not in the mood to chat, and only cared about hurrying forward sullenly.

"How's Oron doing?" At this time, Austin regained a little strength, his body was weak, and his strength dropped to about the high grade of the Black Iron Rank.

"It's not good, I'm still in a coma, and I'm being taken care of by little Roland." Klin's face was solemn and he replied sullenly.

"Although his life is not in danger, his arms are broken, and the healing potions we bought are not very effective. Moreover, if it hurts the heart and lungs, it may affect the ······ of promotion in the future. ”

"Ugh." Austin sighed heavily, the strength of the Gale Leopard was a bit beyond their expectations, no one expected that hunting a Gale Leopard would pay such a tragic price. "Let's talk about it when we get back to the town, the Holy Church in Walladze City sells high-concentration holy water, let's go and buy a bottle at a high price, or hire a holy priest to cast a holy light, the old leader's favor should be of some use."

"That's all it can be." Kling was silent for a moment, then replied in a muffled voice. In the mercenary group, the relationship between Clint and Oren is the best, so Clin's expression is the most depressed.

Wallatzer is the closest city to the town of Klar and is located in the center of Wallazee, the fiefdom of Viscount Clinton of the Valkyrie family. Whereas, the Holy Church is attached to the Holy Sect.

The Holy Sect is one of the top organizations in the Etherwin Continent, and its strength is spread across nearly half of the continent. They are made up of mages who perceive the elements of the Holy Light and knights who have inspired the bloodline of the Holy Light. Normally, people refer to the mage of the Holy Light Element as the Holy Priest, and the knight who activates the Holy Light bloodline as the Paladin. The followers of these sects believe in the Light, believing that the world in which people live was created by the Lord of Heaven Mountain, and they regard death as a return to the arms of the Lord, which is similar to a religion on Earth in Roland's memory.

The Holy Sect has strict precepts, because the Holy Light can heal injuries and even flesh and bones, so it has more devout disciples and is powerful. Especially in the Greenland Empire, where the Holy Light is widely believed, His Majesty the Pope of the Holy Sect has almost the same power as the Emperor, and the Holy Churches are located in all the cities of the Greenland Empire, enjoying the faith of the people.

On the continent of Etheven, there is always fairness when it comes to the law of strength. The skill of having such a sharp healing ability is obviously not without the slightest price, and it has always been rumored that every time the Holy Priest casts the Holy Light Technique, he will consume his own vitality. And as the most powerful evidence. It is that in the 10,000-year history of the Sacred Calendar, every few hundred years there will be a pope who returns to the arms of the Lord. You must know that His Majesty the Pope, the Holy Sect who stands at the pinnacle of the continent, should have a normal lifespan of at least a thousand years.