Roland killed a level 8 orc warrior in one shot, and his luck turned into a trickle of warm current and inhaled into his body, and he felt very comfortable after the killing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He threw away half of the pole in his hand and looked around. The charging team was long gone, and he realized that he had fallen behind and didn't care much, continuing to slash down all the green-skinned creatures that came into view.

At this time, several purple balls of light suddenly flashed not far away, which immediately aroused Roland's alarm, and he turned his horse's head and rushed over.

"It seems to be the glow of a magic missile, is there a spellcaster hiding in the orc camp?"

In an instant, the war horse rushed into the depths of the camp, and in order to prepare for the unexpected, Roland blessed himself with the high-level divine technique "Lucky Wave", and by the way, he brought a "sharp edge technique" to the "Great Defender", doubling the range of heavy attacks.

In the middle of the camp stood a blood-colored old orc, with a colorful face, several silver rings on his nostrils and ears, and a few unknown bird feathers on his head, a magic wand in his hand, and all kinds of strange gestures with mindfulness.

Roland saw the old guy's strange outfit from a distance, as well as the strange behavior of "dancing big gods", and immediately guessed that the other party was an orc shaman, and his face became a little more solemn.

Shamans are second only to chiefs in a tribe of orcs, and their spell-casting abilities are even revered as gods.

Roland wasn't sure what spells the other party was proficient in, and it was never wise to rush forward.

He grabbed the reins, intending to use the pupil of fate to investigate the depths of the old shaman first, when suddenly there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves behind him, and a black guard rushed towards him with a stab, swinging his sword and slashing directly at the orc shaman under the banner.

The black guard was not wearing a helmet, and the moment he passed by, Roland saw his side face and shook his head secretly: "Alexander, the second goods, actually rushed straight to the spellcaster, just looking for death!" He hurriedly rode his horse and outflanked him from the other direction, ready to support Alexander.

At this time, the orc shaman also sensed that the enemy rider was coming towards him, grinned, showed a mouth full of sharp yellow teeth, and waved his wand lightly, unleashing a spell that had been prepared for a long time, and five evil wolves were summoned by him.

Then he raised his wand and pointed at the galloping young blackguard and spat out a strange note.

The ruby inlaid with the head of the staff suddenly glowed, and with a buzz, three purple balls of light condensed by the force field flew out, all hitting Alexander. The magic missile exploded with a powerful impact, directly knocking the unlucky child off the horse.

The frightened horse flew away, and Alexander struggled to get up with his sword on the ground despite the severe pain.

When he looked up, his face suddenly lost its blood—the orc shaman was smiling at him, and with a wave of his wand, five wolves howled and besieged him.

Level 3 Monster Summoning!

"Hell, I'm going to die here today. Cold sweat trickled down the young black guard's forehead.

At this moment, a bright light fell from the sky, enveloping him in a pillar of light.

Alexander felt that the pain around him had quickly subsided, and his spirit was lifted, and he hurriedly glanced back, only to see a horse galloping not far behind him, and the young knight in black armor on horseback was emitting holy light in his hands.

At first, Alexander thought that some chaplain was helping, but when his gaze touched the knight's handsome face, he suddenly fell into a daze: "What a joke! Young Master Roland is obviously a black guard, how can he release the 'Holy Healing' on me? ”

In fact, Roland is not a pure Black Guard, but a Destiny Warrior who merges with the Holy Warrior and the Black Guard.

On the eve of his expedition, he finally raised his class level to level 2 and gained three new abilities, in addition to the "Holy Heal" from the Paladin class, the "Mastery of Poison Quenching" from the Black Guard class, and the "Divine Grace" that both the Paladin and the Black Guard have.

Poison Mastery (EX): From level 2 onwards, the Warrior of Destiny will not be accidentally poisoned while poisoning a weapon.

Divine Grace (SU): From level 2 onwards, the Warrior of Destiny will receive a bonus equal to his charisma bonus on all immunity checks.

The battlefield is not a place to speak, and Roland didn't bother to explain to Alexander, so he rushed over directly on his horse, swinging his sword and slashing at a vicious wolf who was about to pounce.

The "Great Defender" slashed off the wolf's head, and at the moment when the brains burst out, two more wolves outflanked him with red eyes.

Roland's face was fearless, and he suddenly pulled the reins, and the black horse neighed and raised its hooves, and the horse's hooves inlaid with iron palms struck a vicious wolf in the jaw like a fierce hook.

Click! The wolf's jaws shattered and let out a terrible howl, Roland's wrist shook slightly, and the "Great Defender" waved a fan-shaped glow, cutting the wolf's throat with a "swish".

"Young Master Roland, I'll help you!" Alexander rushed over with his heavy sword and fended off another wolf for Roland.

"Why are you still here?" Roland was simply amused by these two goods, "It's useless to kill wolves, why don't you get your horse back and kill that shaman!" ”

"Aha?" Alexander was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned his head to look, and there was already a silence under the blood, and the orc shaman did not know where to flee.

Roland shook his head, deciding that he would no longer be embarrassed by this little guy who was new to the battle and was a little blindsided, "Can you handle these wolves?" ”

"No problem!" Alexander shook his sword and looked at the three wolves on the other side, licking his dry lips, his eyes more fierce than the wolves.

As the son of the Far Eastern Orion family, he really has never experienced the big scene of thousands of troops charging into battle, and it is inevitable that he will be confused, but if you want to kill a jackal, it is not too professional.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you here, I'll go after the shaman, and I can't let that old guy run away."

With a slight knock on the heel of the thorny boot, the horse neighed strangely, and trotted away with Roland.

Searching around the camp, Roland found nothing, and his mood became more and more restless. No one knows better than him what happens if he gives the caster enough time to prepare.

After searching for a long time, a faint note suddenly caught in his ears, and Roland suddenly felt his hairs explode, and without thinking, he turned his horse's head and looked at the place where the chant of Offa had come from.

From a distance, I saw the orc shaman standing on the hillside, his claws gesturing wildly, surrounded by a strong negative energy, obviously preparing some kind of evil magic.

"Old fellow, you wait for me!"

Holding on to the "Great Defender", Roland urged his horse straight up the hillside, his cold gaze locked on to the orc shaman.

The sound of horses' hooves alarmed the orc shaman, and he looked back: the young knight in black armor was murderous, like a dark cloud flying across the sky, and the big sword in his hand shone brightly.

The orc shaman's pupils contracted violently, he gritted his teeth and was forced to give up the spell, and hurriedly raised a bone hammer to try to block the cold iron heavy sword, his ugly face slightly distorted, unable to hide the horror in his heart.

18 points of innate strength supplemented by a +6 giant belt, now Roland's strength has reached a terrifying 24 points, not to mention that the orc shaman is a poor physical spellcaster, even a strong ogre standing there can't stop his charge.

What's more, he also turned on his specialty "Onslaught" when charging, which converts all hit bonuses into extra weapon damage!

Swish! The "Great Defender" slashed down in the air, brazenly slashing the bone mallet, and tearing a bloody cut on the orc shaman's face by the way.

Dark blue eyes flashed with a light that saw through the fog of fate, and Roland clearly saw a large blood-colored number "-24" burst out from the top of the orc shaman's head, knowing that this sword hit again hard, causing double damage to it.

The template of "darling of fate" is really not given in vain, and frequent heavy blows are the best embodiment of its value.

Unfortunately, this old fellow had surprisingly thick skin and flesh, and this sword alone could not kill him, and under the extreme pain, he roared and pounced on him, swinging his claws and slamming them into Roland's chest, the sharp claws dragging a dark green luster that symbolized the arcane of the Necromantic School.

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