The cultists heard the Count's order.

After receiving new instructions, this group of distorted neurotics immediately put down their carrying work and made killing their first priority at the moment, fanatical faith has not yet eaten their basic intelligence, they rely on the absolute superiority of numbers to semi-surround the position where Bergro is located from the three directions of the auditorium, and the short knives, hand axes, maces and other combat weapons have been untied from the belt around their waists and held in their hands.

The cultists rushed towards the orc knights at the same time.

Bergaro glared at his nearest foes, slashing his blood-free silver sword in front of him, his other free hand resting the palm of his hand on the back of the blade near the gauntlet. Suddenly, the right side of his body took a step forward, and his sword-wielding right hand swung the silver sword forward with an oblique slash like a warrior from the Far East, and the part of the blade that grazed his left palm was all attached to a layer of white flames.

Mithril Knight skill, the effect of this skill is to enchant a weapon to inflict magical damage with holy and fire attributes, and the prerequisite for learning is to have at least 15 Perception and master the feat, and at least intermediate and above level feat.

The enchanted silver sword swung in mid-air in an arc of sparks, and Bogero's movements were as fluid and perfect as they were on the training ground, without the brutality of the orcs at all, as if a career of allegiance to the Church had completely revised his fighting style into a peugeot human knight. He drew his sword quickly and ferociously, and with a horizontal slash, he directly knocked down the three cultists who were rushing straight in front of him, and then put the left hand that had already completed the enchantment work on the hilt of the sword, and stepped forward with the corpse under his feet in both hands.

Enemies flanked by the orc knights. The cultists attacking from the flanks aimed at Bogro's blind spot and raised their weapons, but Bogro's combat experience and intuition of danger had already told him what to do, and the templar knight suddenly stopped taking a step forward, suddenly turned around and picked up the silver sword that was still in mid-air and spun a 270-degree slash. The orc's bloodline gave him full power, and his attack unleashed the blood of several enemies in a deadly curve, and the seven shepherds who were about to succeed fell to the ground with their heads on their backs, and the holy white flames were like a dutiful priest attached to their corpses for after-work purification.

The cultists who surrounded Bogro took a small step behind the circle of corpses of their companions, and the religious fanaticism was temporarily defeated by the threat of death, and these low-level followers who were not the high-ranking members of the Shepherd revealed their lack of conviction and low fighting quality. Bullying the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled is their forte, but in the face of real warriors, these bastards are obviously not qualified, and their unglorious trait is somewhat similar to the little demons in the abyssal plane and the sulfur hell.

Bergero moved his eyes to the left and right to look at the enemies on both sides who were terrified of him, shook the blood from the silver sword as before, and then pulled out a dagger stuck in his waist and abdomen with his left hand. In the round of confrontation just now, although he had an advantage in aura, he had a few secret calculations in the face of the cultists' numerical superiority, and his body was more or less slightly injured in addition to being stabbed in the waist.

The orc Mithril Knight grinned disdainfully, barred his fangs, opened his left hand, and pressed his palm against the wound in the waist that had been stabbed, and the soft light of the skill gently restored his lost health and lowered the injury level on his body back to a healthy state.

After taking care of his injuries with a simple and effective treatment, Boglo continued to step forward to approach the priest and the count standing outside the crowd, his gaze forcing the cultists in front of him step by step, the silver sword in his hand wrapped around the white flames, blocking his enemies to fear him, making way for him little by little, and not daring to sneak up on him when he passed in front of him, so that they did not look like the opponents of the orc knights, but like guards standing on both sides of the street to see the king on his way.

"A bunch of trash." Looking at the Mithril Knight, who was approaching him and Count Drew, McCas grinned angrily, feeling sincere sorrow and contempt for these useless believers.

At this moment, he had to admit that there were still all kinds of problems in the Demon Pastor Sect's training system for low-level believers, and he thought that if it were the contract demons under the command of the four Patriarchs standing here, that damn orc knight would have been torn to shreds long ago.

Count Drew had a calm face, as if he didn't care much about the threat in front of him. The young earl glanced sideways at the priest beside him, and Priest McCas felt a sense of glorious mission from the earl's gaze, and immediately responded: "Your Excellency, please don't panic, I will go out myself." ”

After the words fell, the middle-aged priest raised his hand to lift the white robe of the church, untied a flail from the belt on his waist, and pinched the bracelet of the Holy Emblem that fell on his wrist with the other hand. He grabbed the weapons of battle and the props of prayer and took two steps forward to block the direction of Bogro's advance, then raised the flail in his hand and pointed at the nose of the half-orc knight and shouted, "Knight Bergro, I warn you one last time - get out!" Get back to your post and go outside the church! ”

He glared angrily at the Mithril Knight, who was about a few steps away from him, and although he was a little frightened by the other party's naturally terrifying appearance, he didn't lose his fighting spirit like those low-level cultists of the Demon Sect in the auditorium.

Anyway, he himself is also a second-order professional, and he has an advanced profession. His opponents are Bogero, who is also a second-order professional, War Priest vs. Mithril Knight, advanced class vs. advanced class, and it's uncertain who wins or loses.

The orc knight looked at the flail pointed at him, then into the latter's eyes, and then took a leap forward in defiance of Priest McCas's ultimatum.

At that moment, his figure seemed to twist in the air, and then rushed to the front of the priest as if it had flashed some distance.

What Bergro is using is a skill called Mithril Knight, which is a skill that requires mastering the specialty and having at least 12 agility attributes, which has the effect of causing the skill implementer to dash forward a certain distance and exempting the magic control effect during the rush.

Commander Mercas gasped at the surprise attack of Bergero, he subconsciously took a step back, and the orc knight couldn't help but stab a fiery silver sword into him, but the tip of the silver sword was about to hit the priest's heart at the moment when it was about to hit the priest's heart, and the side blade of the sword finally only broke through the robe cloth on the priest's shoulder.

Knight Bergero's sword was on the side of Officer Mercas's shoulder. Priest McCass was overjoyed, Lady Luck allowed him to block his opponent's attack at this critical juncture, and at that moment he triggered the effect of one of his professional specialties, and a perfect counterattack opportunity was immediately in front of him.

The corner of the evil priest's mouth lifted, and he raised his left hand wrapped around the emblem bracelet with a hideous face, and a blazing spear appeared in his hand.