"Paladin! Paladin! Paladin! Paladin......"

Cheers rose and fell in the royal legion, proudly raising their hands, at this moment, Ren Fan felt extremely proud. At the same time, a strange and familiar force rushed from the soles of his feet to the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and in an instant, Ren Fan felt that he had a different understanding of the mastery of the Holy Light...... What a ghost!

Although he was hugged by a group of bosses lying on the floor and shouted 666, Ren Fan didn't feel the slightest feeling of completing an epic achievement. The three words Paladin are just a title, or the one that is only for viewing without buffs.

To be honest, when Ren Fan heard the deafening cheers, he also had an undeserved excitement in his heart. Although it is clear that changing jobs cannot be such a simple thing, ...... Who knows if there will be this in case!

But now it seems that probability still has its meaning.

The commander of the Royal Legion was also a brave guy, and while Ren Fan caused chaos, he even led the elite troops to fight a counter-charge. Although the effect was not good, at least the orcs were forced to restrain the momentum of their attacks, and the soldiers in front of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Letting go of the little loss in his heart, Ren Fan soon enjoyed the cheers and worship around him. But in the cheers, he always felt that something was missing. I touched the whole body, and everything was there! Hidden arrows, daggers, lime poison pistols were all available, and the guys who saved their lives were there, but he still felt that something was missing......

Wait, isn't there one person missing......

Wendsol ...... The guy seems to have been left behind......

Suddenly reining in the war horse and standing on the horse's back staggeringly, Ren Fan seemed to see a touch of gold mixed with a patch of green in a trance. slapped his thigh, Ren Fan almost fell off the horse. threw away the long sword that could no longer be used, snatched a spear from the person on the side, clamped the long pole under his armpit, and without thinking about it, Ren Fan rushed out of the crowd.

Silent, arrogant, but with an indescribable convincing...... At least in the eyes of the group of human soldiers, this knight who radiated a golden light was such an existence.

Such a person is destined to bring them victory......

Of course, they had no idea that the reason why this powerful knight rushed out was not to bring them victory, but because ...... He's in disgrace......

It's still that big of a living person......

With astonishing speed, Ren Fan rushed towards the dense sword mountain and sword sea of the tribe.

For the first time, the huge force from the wooden pole of the spear made Ren Fan almost fly upside down. And the orc's sword and even his body slammed into the holy shield in the next moment. There was no stagnation, no hesitation, the excited war horse neighed and continued to sprint, and the formation of the orcs was also torn open a thin hole at the first time. Countless orcs rushed forward from all directions, only to be knocked to the ground, even to the blades of their companions.

The soldiers of the Royal Legion naturally would not let go of such an opportunity, and they did not need anyone's command, following behind Ren Fan, the elites of the Royal Legion quickly tore wildly at the wound created by Ren Fan, as efficient and ferocious as piranhas in the Nile.

In fact, the difference between the combat effectiveness of these soldiers and the orcs is not very large, and in the case of command and cooperation, a team of orcs who only know how to rush around and a team of royal legions meet, and it is really difficult to say who loses and who wins. The gap widened, and for a time the battlefield was bustling with activity, fighting, roaring, trying to command with all their might, and wailing after being wounded. The orcs' chaotic structure became more and more scattered, and the broken gaps continued to expand. And the confusion of command made the orcs on the other end of the battle line not even aware of their own situation, and they were still struggling.

One word: chaos!

However, as the initiator of everything, Ren Fan didn't know how much of a mess he had made. He was now only bent on finding the trace of Wendsol, the future marshal. Feeling the breath of the same root and the same source of energy, Ren Fan went on a rampage all the way. The spear in his hand had already turned into a short wooden stick, and Ren Fan simply gave up his already not very good attack, and devoted himself to providing energy to the war horse and the holy shield on his body.

And with Ren Fan's treatment, the war horse under the crotch ran wild as if it was in heat (it seemed to be really in heat), even in the most dense area, it was just to slow it down a little. The speed of one man and one horse was too fast, and the royal legionnaires behind him could not keep up at all. The momentum of the army has also become slow and difficult. With a sigh, the legion commander could only complain about the lack of strength of his men. Gritting his teeth, he ordered his soldiers to abandon their original positions and quickly withdraw to their original positions to hold their defensive lines.

As for the great knight...... There's no way he's going to die at the hands of this filthy greenskin!

Ren Fan felt that the pressure around him was getting bigger and bigger, even though the war horse under his crotch was still crazy, his speed still dropped significantly. The aura of holy light escaping from the air is getting stronger and stronger, Ren Fan doesn't think that anyone among the orcs will use the holy light spell, that is, alive, Wendsol's location is nearby. Just as he wanted to stop, he simply stopped to look for it, and behind Ren Fan, a blade the width of his small arm stabbed at the barrier behind him. The blade was firmly wrapped in a barrier, laboriously draining every ounce of kinetic energy. When the tip of the knife was about to stab the back of Ren Fan's head, the short blade could not stop. Then, with the power of the rebound, the man who shot turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the crowd, as if it had never appeared.

It's a, terrifying opponent!

The strength of Ren Fan's Holy Light Barrier can be regarded as a long-tested one, and even in the face of Sargeras, he still has the power to parry. But in front of that man, it seemed as if his invincible barrier had been broken. If the barrier wasn't so thick and wide, I'm afraid that the knife just now would have stabbed me in the body.

Even without contact, that powerful and strange force was enough to inflict fatal damage on him.

In a panic, the movements of his hands slowed down. Without Ren Fan's 'encouragement', the speed of the war horse, which was already overdrawn in physical strength, suddenly slowed down. But fortunately, bad things didn't come together, and when he jumped off the warhorse, vaguely, he saw a golden figure squatting not far away, holding his head and squatting, in an obscene posture like a hedgehog in a defensive state.

Took out a pistol and slammed a short-eyed orc, and in the sound of ping-pong blows, Ren Fan picked up the war hammer on the ground, laboriously slammed it into a semicircle, and slammed it forward. And the moment his hammer fell, a dark shadow appeared behind him......

The assassin just now, once again!