Vince and Nicol, two interesting guys, but they're just too young. Even if they are undead, they are the kind of newcomers who have barely died, and it is usually estimated that it will be difficult for naïve guys like them to regain their senses after the first death, and there is a high probability that they will become living corpses directly.

May they live longer in this world, Oran lamented for them for a second.

"Miss, come out, it's us. At your command, we brought back those two new friends. Petrus led the group to a large rock and shouted loudly. It seems that their young lady is hiding in a hole under the rock, well, Orlan can feel a "living thing" underneath.

As a sparse sound sounded, the weedy cover at the foot of the rock was ripped open by a pair of white gloved hands, and a hooded head poked out from underneath. Petrus stepped forward and held out his hands for the man who looked to be a White Religious nun to hold him up and crawl out of the cave.

"Let me introduce you, this is Miss Léa, the Holy Maiden of the Solrond White Sect, and we all came to the Divine Domain to explore the secret method of spreading fire in order to obey the holy order." Petrus spoke again, and formally mentioned their mission and purpose.

"Miss Léa is glad to meet you, and thank you for giving us a ride. My companion and I are knights from Astra, I am Oran, she is Aran. We also came to the Divine Domain to fulfill our mission as knights, and now we need to go to the Fire Transmission Sacrifice Ground to find our lost companions. After meeting the Lord, Oran also made clear his purpose and desire.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, Knight Astra is also a believer in the Lord God, and believes in the light of the Lord God, and since we are of the same origin, we should help each other. It is our duty to fulfill the mission given by the Lord God, may our Lord bless ......" St. Lea did not deviate from the teachings in three or two sentences, and then began to pray.

"May my Lord bless me!" In the same way, the other three priesthoods began to pray with her. Orlan scratched his head, and then followed the rhythm somewhat perfunctorily, but they didn't seem to pay much attention to Orlan, let alone the unmoved Chialan, who had a low sense of presence.

Oran said he understood the actions of these faithful White believers. Especially the emaciated Saint Leia, this little girl does not know if she is still an adult. Obviously, his voice was childish, but he pretended to be serious and solemn. Can you send such a young girl to a place like this to fulfill the so-called mission? It seems that this is the case with the largest number of believers and the most widespread white religion in the world.

Even if she has become an immortal, but there are no human rights if you are not immortal? But I can't say that, maybe it was voluntary.

Oran could tell that Léa's earnest and pious prayer was not contrived like some watermelon-headed uncle, and perhaps for this poor little girl who had gone away, only praying to the gods could soothe that fragile and young heart. I can't help but sigh, gods? I'm afraid the so-called gods will never respond to this sincere child.

Léa? The name seemed to have been heard somewhere, and Oran couldn't remember it for a while.

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A group of six people walked through the Black Forest, and the Virgin Léa was protected in the middle. It was basically Orlan who started the race, and the other two young priesthoods also volunteered to retreat far behind. It's the sleek watermelon-headed uncle who is known for his personal protection of the saint, but Orlan knows that this guy is the fastest to sneak away when something dangerous enough to endanger his life.

Although it is a bit subjective to say this, Oran, who has been a hunter for so many years, has become accustomed to finding more than one way out for himself no matter when and what the environment.

Following at the end is Kialan, in fact, it stands to reason that Kialan, a highly agile and high-skilled character, can only exert her full strength as a scout.

But Orlan didn't agree, first of all, Orlan himself is a full-time master who can attack and defend, assassin and mage, and can output...... Of course, in addition to not being good at milking people, adding blood to replenish the state.

In addition, Orlan is a little uneasy, and he seems to be good-looking, but in fact he is extremely slippery with watermelon-headed uncle Petrus. Although I don't know what this guy's bottom line is, it's really reassuring to let him protect the Holy Maiden Leia alone, and Chiaran can also take care of it in the end.

Well, that's it...... Orlan shook his head, how did he become so old, obviously now they are the characters seeking "refuge"!

Leia, I feel that this girl is not too wary of Orlan and Kiaran at all. Especially sometimes she would lean towards Chialan's side, consciously or unconsciously, but Petrus, who was supposed to be her real teammate, didn't let her get that cold.

Maybe it's because humans (elves) have an inexplicable attraction to the undead, but of course she doesn't want to "eat" Kialan. Chiaran herself didn't feel her malice, or it could be said that Leia was now more like a kitten who actively leaned towards "warmth" in the cold wind.

Léa, that's right! Didn't they hear that the Archbishop of the White Sect had sent her daughter "Leia" to the Divine Realm when they were on earth? At that time, I didn't believe it much, did anyone really send their own daughter to death in this world? Well, there really is. It seems that this Léa Bacheng is the daughter of the bishop.

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Before Orlan could sigh in his heart, there was a sudden change.

"Watch out for enemy attacks! Defensive formations. Orlan took the lead in a battle posture and reminded everyone loudly. Vince and Nicol, who were on the left and right, were taken aback, and the two of them were busy clenching their weapons and adjusting their bodies, looking a little rough. Instead, Petrus calmly raised the shield in his left hand, bent his waist, and looked ready to attack.

A figure appeared in the shadows, carrying a large scimitar and holding a metal shield, but his dress was a little strange. The strangely shaped armor and strange helmet bear a slight resemblance to the mud bombardment warriors of the world before Orlan. If this was just an accident, what about the guy who was following him dressed entirely as a ninja?

People from the Eastern Country? Oran finally remembered that there were indeed some guys from the East who had a weak sense of presence in the Dark Souls world. His favorite knives and knives were brought here with these guys.

"Bandits? Or a tomb robber who wants to steal the knight's legacy? But it's all the same, now I give you two choices, either surrender to you and leave you with a whole corpse, or kill you completely into a living corpse, how about it? A dull voice came from the man's helmet, as if the death sentence had been pronounced for the crowd. ()

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