Priest McCas grabbed the light spear in his hand, and with a hideous face, he stabbed it at the orc knight in front of him. The Knight's eyes widened and he jumped back, and the blazing white light shone in the eyes of the Mithril Knight for a moment, and the Knight of the Church felt a burning stab in his chest, and the tip of the light spear pierced his silver armor, and then turned into a particle of light and disappeared.

Blood poured out of the crack in the armor. Bergero raised his hand to cover the wound, and although there was no fear in his heart, supported by faith and courage, it was somewhat surprised.

"How's it going, knight?!" Officer McCas looked at Bergrow triumphantly.

"I thought you wouldn't know how to use magic anymore." The orc knight glanced at the priest with disdain, gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth to grip the hilt of the silver sword with his other hand.

The war priest of the church has a man named Amp; amp; lt; Combat Bounty for example; amp; gt; As long as those armed priests are in a state of close combat, there is a very low chance that they will be given a chance to perform a low-ring magic without prayer for every second that passes in the world.

Bergero's instantaneous slap to Officer McCass just now; amp; lt; Light Spear Amp; amp; gt; Not surprisingly, after all, no one can be sure of such a thing as a face, except for Lachri, the goddess of luck.

What the orc knights couldn't figure out was the factional leaning of Officer McCas.

In Ferdia, the sorcerers of the continent are free to learn the spells given to the mortal world by the god of magic, Madic, and are not subject to various restrictions on factional tendencies, this is due to the absolute neutrality of Madic's faction, the god who brings magic to the world does not care whether his followers are good or evil, he believes that magic is unbound. In this regard, the deity who holds a similar view to Majik is the goddess of knowledge, Norecchi.

However, magic is not the same as magic.

Although both magic and sorcery are broadly defined as magic, none of the gods who brought religious beliefs to Ferdia are completely neutral. Since the factional tendencies of religious deities are always at one extreme or quasi-extreme of the nine factions, the gods are divided into different realms of divine arts - for example, the god of justice, Gazteth, belongs to the Order-Good faction, which causes Templar priests to only use their magic when they are within the range of the Order-Good, Order-neutral, or Neutral-Good factions, and cross-realm prayers where the Evil Priest attempts to steal this type of magic will be blocked and rejected by an invisible domain wall.

Priest Mercas stood with the Shepherds, and Boggero didn't believe that his factional tendencies were still within the boundaries of the two faction axes of order and goodness, but he couldn't deny what he had just witnessed.

This is necessarily a question worth confusing, but now is not the time to be confused.

The orc knight held his sword in front of him, and his peripheral eyes looked around, and saw that the group of cultists behind him who were bullying the weak and afraid of the hard had carefully surrounded him from behind.

Priest McCasse happily shook the flail from his hand, then raised the emblem in his left hand and aimed it at Bergero. amp; amp; lt; Holy Archery Lamp amp; gt; This one-ring magic was nothing to him as a second-order professional, and he made a short, quick prayer on his lips, and a white arrow of light shot out of the holy emblem.

The half-orc Mithril Knight's pupils widened, and he was engrossed in looking at the light arrow that was still a sword away from his eyeball, and his body rolled to the side violently, and the light arrow with divine attribute damage "swished" into the face of a cultist behind Bergero. The cultist immediately screamed and threw down his weapon to cover his face and rolled on the ground, while the other cultists all turned to look at the hapless companion among them, watching as the arrow of light stuck in his face left a scar on his face and turned into a white plume of smoke and dissipated.

"What are you doing, idiots!" Looking at the group of cultists in the auditorium, who had no sense of combat discipline, Priest McCasse was so angry that he wanted to throw the shackles in his hand at them.

He couldn't stand it. After Bergero rolled to the side with a dodge meaning, the rice bucket did not grasp the gap in his defenses and sneaked up, but actually stood there and watched the wounded among them.

In that fleeting moment, there was only one thought left in the priest's mind, and that was that the underlying management system of the Demon Shepherd Sect must be improved, not a need, but a must!

Otherwise, how could the war planned by the four Patriarchs and the Dark Alliance be fought? Will the future Demon Shepherd Sect send a bunch of rice buckets to the battlefield?

It's a clumsy plan to think about!

"Wait, now is not the time to think about this." Priest McCasse suddenly woke up from the anger in his heart.

The evil priest shook his head sharply, and immediately shifted his gaze to follow the direction of the half-orc knight's tumbling, and the Holy Emblem bracelet in his hand moved over to the side, ready to pray for the next Holy Archery.

Bergero rolled to his feet. The orc Mithril Knight glanced at his enemy's position as he fell sideways, and he suddenly threw the silver sword in his hand that was still burning with flames at Priest Mercas, a blow that startled Priest Mercas, who quickly withdrew his left hand wrapped around the emblem bracelet and stepped aside.

As he dodged, Officer McCas saw the knight's silver sword fly past his eyes with a flaming trail.

He looked at the sword that swept in front of him, and was just surprised how Bergaro, who was a Mithril Knight, gave up his weapon to give himself this hand, and his mind suddenly realized that he had just made an unforgivable mistake.

He shouldn't have removed his body from Count Drew and the orc knights!

"My lord, be careful!"

Before he could move back to make amends, the evil priest yelled at Count Drew, who was standing far behind him, and at the same time re-lifted the emblem on his bracelet in an attempt to use magic to block the half-orc knight's impending attack.

A flash of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of Bogro's distinctive orc, and he pulled out the spare short sword from the other sheath at his waist with a "poof", and then sprinted towards Count Drew, who was already exposed to his eyes, the amp that the paladin had learned after advancing to amp; amp; lt; Valiant Raid amp; amp; gt; Once again, he used his skill, and like a swift cheetah, he chased the silver sword he threw towards the target that had been locked in the first place.

The priest's arrow of light shot out at the knot, which could not take time to breathe, and the arrow flew from the side towards the orc knight, but the rate of fire was slightly slower, and finally it missed the afterimage of the half-orc knight dragging behind him.

"It's over." Officer McCas's brain turned white.

The flaming silver sword flew straight towards the center of Count Drew's brow. Count Drew frowned slightly, and he focused on the sword flying towards him and dodged to the right, and the sword with white flame then "snapped" and grazed the earl's cheek and bounced to the side of the marble statue of Gazteth in the Great Hall.

Count Drew's dodge drained the time left for him to act. Bergero from amp; amp; lt; Valiant Raid amp; amp; gt; , the orc Mithril Knight looked at the noble lord who was only two steps away from him at this time, and immediately stepped forward to make up for a beast hunting jump.

The knight raised his dagger in midair, and the spare dagger was inflicted with the same white flame as the silver sword in his left hand, which had been freed up to cover his left hand as he used his skill to advance, and a holy and deadly fire lit up in his hand.

The cultists in the auditorium held their breath, and Officer McCasse watched in despair at the battle that was about to come to an end. Count Drew's already settled body happened to be stuck in the time difference that he couldn't dodge, and the half-orc knight's short sword swung down with a scorching flame, and the blade was still a finger's length from the earl's throat, and he was almost about to succeed!

The next second-

"Poof!"

The sound of blood splattering.

The Count's blood was sprinkled in the air of the Great Hall, but not from his throat, but ...... hand.

Yes, on hand.

Count Drew raised his hand and met Bergero's murderous gaze to take the blade of the white flame dagger. He didn't use any defensive tools, not even gloves, just his bare hands.

At this moment, the crow was silent.

"Priest, what are you worried about?" For a while, Count Drew calmly looked at the half-orc knight in front of him with a shocked face, and looked sideways at the middle-aged priest who was standing on the side with a white face.

The white flames scorched the skin of the wicked, and a faint smell of green smoke and burnt smoke came from the earl's wounds, and the blade of the dagger dripped downwards onto the stone brick floor of the Great Hall.

Bergaro watched in amazement as the Count's hand grasped the blade of the dagger. If it weren't for his own eyes deceiving him, the orc knight could be sure that his surprise attack had been easily defused by the seemingly incapable young nobleman in front of him.

As hard as it is to believe it, or if you don't want to admit it, the reality is so ruthless and cruel.

At the same time, I don't know if it was reality or hallucination, Bergaro heard Count Drew's voice change.

The Count's voice had been a relatively young but mature and aristocratic male voice, just like his appearance—but now, Bergero found that the words coming out of the throat of the man in front of him were actually a woman's!

Our knight slowly raised his head in utter astonishment.

When he looked up, he saw the earl in front of him smiling at him.

It was the Peugeot smile of an aristocratic class. Count Drew's smile was tingling to the scalp, his eyes peacefully meeting the orc knight's, and a small white crust covered in blood peeked beneath the half of his face cut by the silver sword.

At this close distance, Bergero's stunned gaze noticed the small piece of blood-white hard shell, which he felt from the texture not like the jawbone under the cortex, but like the corner of a mask.

"Yo, knight." Suddenly, the young Earl smiled again in that unsettling feminine voice, "You are heroic, but I think you have seen something you should not have seen." ”

As he spoke, the suspicious Count looked into the Mithril Knight's eyes and shook his head slightly.

The alert orc knight felt a murderous aura rushing towards him that seemed to crush him. Suddenly, without the slightest hesitation, he let go of his sword-gripping hand, and his frightened head followed his instincts and lay back with his body.

However, his reaction ended up being a little late.

The half-orc Mithril Knight of the Church didn't know how the Count in front of him did it. He didn't see Count Drew draw any weapon from his shirt or sleeve, and when he came back to his senses, he only felt a chill in his heart and neck, and the world blurred in his eyes......