Slowly opening his eyes, one of the priests, an elderly looking elder, stood up. His face was a little bad, and with a trance caused by the overuse of mental power, he trembled slightly, and only took a step forward after a few seconds. Bowing to the angry non-commissioned officer, the priest said in a gentle tone:

"The most important thing in this world is human life, and everything is secondary to human life, and meditation is no exception. But did you know that every priest's Light power is finite and must be replenished through meditation once it is used up? And this is the best time to meditate. Maybe I can give up meditation to heal your brother, but then what? Without enough Light, I can't do anything about the hurts of others. In order to save your brother, let a dozen or dozens of people lose the possibility of living, do you think this is appropriate? ”

There was no sorrow or joy in the pastor's eyes, and his voice was smooth and gentle, but his words were extraordinarily harsh. From Ren Fan's angle, he could see the priest's fists trembling behind his back. And at this time, another priest opened his eyes. Gently patting the elder's shoulder, he said to the non-commissioned officer with a dead face:

"Just in the morning, the archbishop's brother died, killed in battle."

His hands were a little weak, and at this moment, even if he couldn't see the expression on the pastor's face, Ren Fan could think of what kind of helplessness it was. If it had been possible, the pastor would never have watched his brother die. The person who can say the greatest human life cannot be a pervert or a saint who ignores human life.

Kneeling on one knee, he hesitated, then fell to his knees on both legs, and the sergeant slammed into the elder priest. Then, he turned around and went back without hesitation. Looking at his red eyes, Ren Fan couldn't help but sigh.

War, no matter how much it is whitewashed and embellished, cannot hide his cannibalistic nature. The atmosphere in the tent was a little bad, Ren Fan thought about it, and walked out with his staff. But as he walked up to the old pastor, he faintly heard a word.

"Is the power of the Holy Light really worth relying on?"

Maybe it's because he doesn't have a backache when he stands and talks, Ren Fan never thinks that the holy light is something that needs to be prayed for. I can't figure out why the current priests are so weak, maybe when those Naru who played with the Holy Light came to this world, the technical level of the Holy Light would gain a qualitative leap.

A random soldier was grabbed and identified himself, and the soldier immediately led the way with a flattering face. If you don't go to see Lothar, there's no need to never go to see him. If you say that this guy doesn't have eyeliner by his side, then it's called hell, and now this guy probably has a new understanding of his own strength, and it's not good to pull himself out of the thunder in a hurry. There is no way, Ren Fan sighed, his impulsive personality really can't be changed. At that time, when I saw the blood of people all over the ground, my eyes instantly turned red, who cares about those messes. No, such a character is estimated to be played to death by those bastard nobles in the future. If you don't participate in their affairs before, it's naturally no problem to be a small 'health care doctor', but if you have a little status in the future, it will be doomed!

Thinking wildly, it didn't take long for Ren Fan to be taken to the position of the Bovar garrison. This guy is hanging an arm at this time, and he doesn't know how to do it, so he probably caused the trouble by casually setting up a flag. The armor on his body was torn in a few places, and he looked a little embarrassed, but he was dressed up and down in oily water, and his hair was combed as if he had been licked by a dog, and from a distance, he thought he had a mirror on his head.

However, at this time, his movements did not have the slightest aristocratic demeanor, squatting beside the fire on the ground, and Bolval waited with a salivating face for his own soldiers to help him roast chicken wings. There were a lot of soldiers around the fire, and there were a little few chicken wings, and not far away, an old man dressed as a butler carried a large basket with an embarrassed face, looking at Bolval's behavior as if he wanted to stop it, but he was worried about losing face to the master's family.

Well, it looks like Bolval has divided the food that the family brought him. Seeing the soldiers around him laughing and laughing with Boval one by one, without the slightest suspicion, Ren Fan couldn't help but sigh, he is worthy of being a guy who can leave a name in history, and he really has a set.

Maybe this bastard doesn't look down on these soldiers at all, but at least on the surface, Bowal definitely doesn't say anything. On the battlefield, there are no nobles and civilians, and a knife is two halves, of course, the knife may be fast with many petals. At this time, be more affectionate, and when you go to the battlefield, you will naturally be wholehearted. It's a pity that some nobles can't see this.

Seeing Ren Fan from afar, mainly seeing his strange equipment, Boval stood up, and his uninjured hand shook at Ren Fan with a chicken wing tied to a bamboo stick, as if he was a friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"I sent some food at home, and I couldn't finish it by myself, so I called the guy who wasn't on duty." Boval noticed that Ren Fan seemed to be looking at the noisy fire behind him, so he explained with a smile. I don't know what was baked, and a bunch of guys started to scramble. Bolval shouted at the top of his voice, "Bastards, leave me some!" But the effect is not very good, who cares about his half-crippled arm who is robbing fiercely. Hatefully kicked on the ass of a guy who grabbed the most joyful, and Boval pointed to the city wall not far away with the bamboo stick in his hand helplessly, and said to Ren Fan:

"You're not here to see my jokes, are you...... It's too noisy here, let's go over there and talk about it! ”

Tapping lightly on the head of the city with the bamboo stick in his hand, the heartless smile on Bowval's face disappeared without a trace since he left the fire.

"You're probably here to ask me why the combat effectiveness of the warriors is so low...... Bolval looked at the scattered fires in the distance, and said to Ren Fan: "You have also fought with Sir Lothar before, although the soldiers of the first and second legions are a little weaker, but they are still reasonable. But that's not what you're seeing today, so you're a little hesitant, right? ”

After taking a closer look at Boval's face and finding no black-rimmed glasses, Ren Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Nodding, he put a barrier of holy light on himself, and then half-leaned on the female wall, and said to Boval:

"I do have some doubts, their combat power is too weak, and they are not even able to fight ...... as a priest" Seeing Boval's strange gaze, Ren Fan said: "I mean moves." Is that what I call a move? Chop and chop every chapter indiscriminately, without this shield, you would have been chopped to death eight hundred times! ”

"Indeed, they are all militias of temporary signs...... Speaking of which, this matter also has something to do with you, because of that incident, Sir Lothar has a lot of militia. Later, many displaced people whose homes had been destroyed joined in. To tell you the truth, there are now more militias in Stormwind than there are regular troops. And in its current form, you can also see that in the city, in the face of those big fireballs, there is no difference between a hundred battle soldiers and a peasant who has just put down his hoe. In order to ensure maximum combat effectiveness, Sir Lothar simply used the militia in large quantities. ”

"Isn't he worried that the militia will not do it?" When Ren Fan said this, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have asked a very stupid question. Smiling and shrugging his shoulders, without Bolval explaining, he continued to ask:

"Have the orcs been fighting like this all these days?"

"Yes, it has always been that way. At the beginning, the main force suffered a lot of losses, which is why it became what it is now. Boval sighed: "It's a pity, if we had enough mages, we wouldn't have let them hit the ground!" ”

"Maybe." Shrugging his shoulders, Ren Fan sighed. After asking clearly, a big stone in my heart fell to the ground. Stormwind City seems to be more reluctantly than he imagined, so it's reassuring, at least don't worry about sleeping the next day when the orc's next door happens. It's just that I don't know why, Ren Fan always feels a little strange, it seems that something is wrong, but he has no clue what is wrong.

And at this time, night gradually falls.