"Shut up!" Unable to stand the troll's demise of his own people, Wojin flew out with a spear, and in an instant flew behind the flame priest who was holding his scepter aloft and giving a speech in a hugging motion. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Click!" However, there was no sound of piercing into the flesh as expected, and the spear was blocked by something.

"Hahahaha! Poor Darkspear Chief, you are as despicable as your lowly god, but unfortunately you are no match for me! The Flame Priest turned around slowly, and looked at Woke with a sinister smile on his face.

A golden wheel flew beside him, and a golden flame burned in the center of the wheel, floating like a flying sword.

"Megalomaniacal fool! Hopefully you'll be just as arrogant when you only have your head left! With nothing more to say, Woking slung his spear pouch on his back and charged towards the Flame Priest.

As a heroic Shadowhunter, he had nothing to fear.

A raise of your hand is a witchcraft, but the usually invincible witchcraft has no effect today.

"Humph!" Flames ignited around him, neutralizing the power for him.

"Let me show you the difference between a false god and a true god!" With a shout, the Flame Priest raised his scepter, and the already burning ruby on it became more violent, and the wheel of flame floating beside him seemed to have received some order, and it split from one to three, and then three to nine.

The flywheel spun rapidly, and then lined up in a row and flew towards Woking (for details, please refer to the pile of flywheels in the old one of Tongtian Peak, the one that kept spinning in circles.) ）

There is no doubt that there are very few people among the trolls who can be sacrificed, and the Loa God does not share his power with too many people, and the same is true for Roukma, the Flame Priest is the most devout of her choice, so he is also the strongest.

Facing such a row of menacing flywheels, Woking didn't want to be easily touched, but fortunately, it was easy for an agile hero like him to dodge.

So he wanted to get around, but he failed.

Wrapping around a big circle, even if it's a little faster, can't compare to these wheels that go around a small circle.

Then throw the spear and wait, he doesn't believe that these wheels can keep all his attacks out.

But the battle is not just that you have the power to take the initiative to attack, and the Flame Priest has taken the initiative first.

A golden flame fell from the sky, the flame against the background of the sun was very imperceptible to the attacked, and if it weren't for the shouting of the alarm from his companions behind Woking, a catastrophe would have happened.

Alerted by his companions, Woking dodged the attack by rolling around, the flames striking the grass next to him, turning it into a charred mess.

This power! Woking's pupils shrank suddenly, he couldn't get hit.

"Haha! So embarrassed and weak, and I haven't used even one ten-thousandth of the power that the God of Fire has given me. The Flame Priest laughed exaggeratedly, and the Woking he was laughing at was very different from the well-dressed Flame Priest who had just rolled around on the wet grass, so he had a lot of dirt and grass debris on his body.

This ridicule made Woking completely enraged, and he took out the elf bottle that he treasured in his chest.

"I'm going to make you pay!"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Wojin sprinkled the goblin, and the aqua blue goblin wrapped Wojin like jelly, and then an incredible scene appeared, Wojin's eyes turned blood-red, and his body expanded at a visible rate.

"Ahhh Go to hell! The innermost spit out a muffled voice, Woking, who had become a little giant, was unprecedentedly agile, and the spears behind him were grabbed by him, and his arms danced into the afterimage of the Dao, whooshing, and those spears flew out, which was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The flywheels collided with the spears, but this time they could no longer hold off the terrifying attack.

However, the Flame Priestess did not panic in the slightest, the flywheel had never been Rukma's forte, and for this bird yearning for the sun, fire was her pursuit.

The flywheel was shattered by the spear, so that the flames burning in it were unrestrained.

It exploded......

The power of the explosion was not too big or small, just enough to change the flight path of those spears.

The Flame Priest smiled even more proudly, the scepter he held in front of him was useless, and just as he was about to withdraw his weapon, a swift figure rushed out of the firelight, and Woking's two calves were almost smashed into Hot Wheels, and the speed was almost unreasonable.

So the scepter he was about to put away was raised again, and he struck it twice lightly against the ground.

The flame gem on the scepter quickly dimmed, and the ground he had struck became unstable, and the flame priest quietly took a few steps back.

The ground arched rapidly, and a ferocious lava fountain blocked Woking's path.

The ferocious Woking changed direction with both hands and feet, but fortunately did not crash into the lava, but as a result, he crashed into the crowd, leaving a path with a severed arm and stump.

The magma fountain soon stopped, and the Flame Priest looked at the ruby on the scepter with some distress, but he hadn't forgotten what he was doing, and he walked up to Woking like a king along the path of death.

At this time, Wojin was lying in the center of the flesh and blood blurred limbs, fortunately he was a hero-level powerhouse, so his body was still intact, otherwise his fate would be the same as these pieces of flesh......

"Look, you're no match for me at all." The Flame Priest held the scepter lightly, and a golden flame condensed from it, and the terrifying temperature emanated from the flames, and he aimed it at Woking.

Looking at the flames, Woking's blood-red eyes quickly faded, and his body shrank back as if it were leaking.

"You won...... Kill me......" Woking's eyes were full of sadness, he thought that his tribe had come out of the misery, he had planned to prosper the Darkspear tribe with great interest, but he did not expect to be defeated by this troll who had never heard of it.

No...... It should be said that he was defeated at the hands of a god who had never heard of it, thinking like this, a scorn appeared in Woking's eyes, and sure enough, is Biansamudi still too weak......

Woking slowly closed his eyes, just waiting for death to come.

However...... A scene that everyone knows happened.

"Why should I kill you?" The Flame Priest retrieves the flame from the top of the scepter, as well as the scepter.

"I've already said that voodoo is the biggest bane of trolls, the false gods have no mercy, once there is the slightest disrespect, those false gods will use the hand of sacrifice to punish them, haha, such a stingy god, what's the use of me honoring him?"

The Flame Priest held out his hand to Wojin, grabbing him and pulling him up, whether Wojin agreed or not, and then cleaned his wound with healing spells.

"And the god of flames...... And the Lord of Light will not! She...... We are the true gods of generosity and mercy, and the slightest mistake of mortals will not be remembered by her, young chiefs, including you, and these sacrifices, if they are lost, everyone can be forgiven......"

………………

In the western wilderness, many thieves' camps are hidden in this vast wilderness, war taxes, military service, in just a few years, I don't know how many families are torn apart.

Poor people who could not pay their taxes were forced by the government to work as coolies, some were sent to the dark mines, others were forced to farm like old cattle, and they saw little hope.

Therefore, more and more people have given up their duties, although the nobles are trying to lead the people to put their hatred on those enemies, such as the orcs, but if they can't live, they can't live, and the desire to survive makes them give up the so-called "righteousness" and do work outside the law.

In fact, most of them have never really robbed others, they just want to guard their little food and escape the pursuit of the officers and soldiers, as for what will happen after that...... Please, let's live through the moment first.

There was such a camp hidden at the foot of a certain mountain, and the ragged thieves were already in despair.

As refugees, they were apparently horseless, and in their field of vision, a group of knights were galloping towards them.

They couldn't outrun the horses, so they had to hold the pitchforks and prepare for a final fight against fate.

Most people thought so, but the truth was always unexpected, these knights did not rush viciously first, they stopped in front of these people very peacefully, and the leading one looked at the group of people who were trembling in a group, and his eyes were very pitying.

"Don't worry! We are Lord Grian's People's Army, and we will not do anything to you! ”

However, how could these people who were frightened by the noble knights listen to him, and none of them had the audacity to come up and question these knights, they saw that the knights did not attack but tried to say something, and those who could not stand the pressure turned their heads directly and began to run away, so someone took the lead, and they all joined the ranks of the escape.

"Don't run! Don't run! We won't hurt you! I won't take your food either! ”

There were people running everywhere, and the scene was a mess, and the knights looked at the scene in front of them with some panic.

"Please don't run! Please don't run! We have water! There is food! Please stop and it's all yours! The knight took out some of the jerky from his horse's back and tried to tempt the "thieves" with them, but no one paid any attention to him.

Seeing that he was about to run away if he didn't chase people anymore, the knight leader had to grit his teeth and give an order.

"Catch up with them! Even if you use force, force them to listen to me! ”

So the knights drew their one-handed hammers from their waists, and the hammers were still wrapped in a thick layer of cloth, and they rushed out.

After some time, these talents were finally gathered, but they were surrounded by knights like captives.

"Listen to me, we are not your enemies, we will not demand your taxes, and we will not take your food! I'm here to bring you good news! ”

"Good news......

Perhaps utterly desperate for the future, his words did not attract the slightest attention from these people, most of them were slumped on the ground, their eyes glazed.

"Cheer up! It's in the town of Moon Creek! Mistress Grion will have a relief meeting! I'm sure you've all heard of Mistress Grian's name! He was the most generous nobleman, unlike any nobleman we know! A few years ago, Mistress Grian had shared his fortune with the people of the West, and you would know about it by asking. ”

"Lord Grian?" At this time, one of the refugees finally replied, but his eyes were still full of death.

"I've heard of this generous lord, he saved a lot of people, if it was him, it might be true, but we are not the same, we are all the property of other lords, we defected, even Lord Grion could not save our fate."

"Nope! You are no one's property! You belong to yourselves! Belong to the Light! Lord Grion has announced! Anyone who is a child of the Light can get his help! ”

With that, the knight turned over and dismounted, took some of the food and water bags he had brought with him, and placed them in front of the men.

"Let's take a look, give Mistress Grian a chance, and give you a chance......"