(Ladies and gentlemen, Happy ^_^ Mid-Autumn Festival)

(But then again, Kavinka went to heaven when this chapter was written...... Probably because I ate five-kernel mooncakes (spread hands/shake the pot))

(Ah also, thank you for the reward \(^o^)/ from [the latest vest] book friends)

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"It's raining too much." Lilith replied, without a hint of panic in her tone, "The fire element in the air is very weak, and I can't use these two spells. ”

"What about the magic missile?" Fein made a different request.

"It works." Miss Warlock nodded.

"Then remote support is up to you."

With that, the young paladin took a deep breath and clenched the two hands on the hilt of his sword.

He looked back at the advance party of pirates in front of him, and the pirates also looked at him with their scimitars in their hands, leaving a space for confrontation between the two sides about three or four meters wide.

The pirates looked at Finn and Lilith standing in front of them, and the more attentive immediately noticed the paladin badge on Finn's chest and the staff in Lilith's hand, and privately reminded their companions to let them all know that their enemy was a paladin and a spellcaster.

These thugs, who are used to bullying people, carefully observed Finn and Lilith for a few seconds, but immediately realized that something was wrong, and then immediately reacted.

Damn, there are more than 30 people on their side, and they are still afraid of the other two?

Isn't it funny?!

"There are a lot of us!"

"Kill these two guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead!"

"For the sake of the captain!"

More than thirty pirates immediately raised their scimitars and struck at Finn, who was in front of them.

The pirates were outnumbered, and Finn was alone, with Lilith alone behind him.

The refugees watched as more than thirty pirates charged at Finn in droves, and some of them could not bear to look directly at the cheeks, afraid to see the brave young man torn to shreds by countless scimitars.

But a miraculous scene occurred.

In the eyes of the refugees, the pirates who rushed at Finn with their knives seemed to be as vulnerable as they had seen, and Finn's greatsword swept over them with a terrifying wind-breaking sound, and they could only quickly block the scimitar in front of them, and then the human knife was blown back by an unstoppable force.

Occasionally, one or two pirates dodged Finn's sweeping blows, only to be immediately hit by Lilith's magic missile.

The pirates guessed that Lilith was a spellcaster, but they didn't know that Lilith was not a wizard, but a warlock who didn't need to chant to cast spells.

One, two, three, four...... The refugees looked at the pirates who were constantly being brought down by Finn and Lilith, and couldn't help but count them in their hearts.

It wasn't until they counted to the eighth that one of the pirates managed to reach the left side of Finn's body under the cover of his companions, just in the time between Finn and Lilith's attacks.

The pirate had an excited look on his face and raised his scimitar at Finn.

"My lord, on the left!" When the refugees saw this, one of Finn's familiar voices immediately shouted anxiously, "Danger! ”

Suddenly, time seemed to freeze in that moment, Finn with his greatsword in hand to deal with the danger directly in front of him, Lilith pointed the staff in his hand at another target, and the pirate aimed the sharp blade of the scimitar at Finn's neck, which was bound to be successful.

Suddenly, without warning, an arc of light burst into the frame.

The arc-shaped sword flashed, and a young man with an arc-shaped sword joined the battle at some point, and rushed out from the side to cut down the sword pirate who was about to sneak up on Finn.

Counting Finn and Lilith, he was the third person to stand out from the crowd.

"Is that you?"

"Is that you?"

Finn and the young man turned their heads, and they both saw each other, recognizing each other at the same time.

The young swordsman with the curved sword was none other than Raymond.

“…… My name is Finn. Finn looked at Raymond and quickly smiled in a friendly way, stabbing his sword into the pirate who had just been cut down at Raymond's feet.

The pirate who had fallen to the ground still had one breath left, but Finn stabbed him so much that his head was crooked and he died.

The future Swordmaster glanced at the Paladin with a complicated expression, and then made his decision as well.

He said, "My name is Raymond, let me help you." ”

At this moment, as Raymond stepped forward to stand side by side with Finn, the voice of another person came from the crowd.

The voice shouted, "And me." ”

Arroyo then pulled the shoulders of the two men from the crowd and made her way past Lilith to Finn's right side.

After Finn, Lilith, and Raymond, Arroyo is the fourth person to come out of the crowd.

Fein used his greatsword to push the two pirates in front of him back a little, then looked sideways at the young thief he had met in the mottled forest, and smiled.

Arroyo looked at him as well, nodded, and then stretched out his hands and pulled both daggers from their sheaths.

Dual-wielding swordsmanship is a must-learn combat skill for melee thieves, and he holds two short swords in his left and right hands, and takes on the task of protecting the left and right flanks with Raymond.

Finn, Raymond, and Arroyo stood in the front row, and Lilith stood behind with the Staff of the Wolf Soul, a simple but practical defensive formation formed on the street with a limited width.

Several pirate corpses were already lying at the feet of the young men, and frustration had gradually developed in the hearts of the living pirates, who were still carrying knives and constantly attacking the defensive line built by the four men.

Fein stood at the heart of the line, never taking a step back, and even slowly counterattacked the pirates. The people in the refugee ranks watched the young paladin wield his greatsword to block the battle between them and the pirates, and for some reason remembered a bedside story from his childhood.

An illusion, as if they saw the shadows of those Apocalypse Knights from ancient times on Finn's back.

Legend has it that in the first era of Feldia, the age of mythology, the gods did not immediately leave the mortal world and return to the abode of the gods after creating the laws of the world, but left their divine revelations all over the world, trying to make mortal beings become their original believers.

In the epic of the Templar, the knights who rode through the mortal world inspired by the god of justice, Gazteis, spread good, fought evil, and punished all who dared to violate the order, and were the first paladins in the ancient legends of Ferdia.

Three centuries have passed, and there are many paladins who have been sworn in every year in churches or temples looking up at the Mithril statue of Gazteth, but how many people are truly able to carry out these three precepts and put them into action with the passion for the highest good, the will to maintain order, and the power to repel evil?

There are many strong people with strength, but it is not common for beneficials to be willing to lend a helping hand to the weak at any time.

These people of Blue Harbor witnessed the battle taking place in front of them, some began to beat faster, some unconsciously clenched their fists, and some even felt a stream of hot blood boiling in their bodies, as if a glorious mission was waiting for their response.

"What are you still doing in a daze?!" After flicking another oncoming pirate with his sword, Finn suddenly turned his head and yelled at the crowd behind him.

From the beginning of the fighting to the present, he could not imagine why these refugees were so silent.

They just stood there, ignoring the danger that was imminent and forgetting to flee.

Finn's goal was to save these people from the pirates, not to let them stand still and watch the play, staring at his heroic posture!

He wanted to remind the crowd standing in the rain to hurry to the south gate and escape from the town, not to waste the evacuation time he had worked so hard to buy for them. However, what even he didn't expect was that the words he conveyed to the crowd were understood by people to mean something else.

So, it didn't take long for a part of the crowd to purse their lips, and with a look of unwillingness on their faces and eyes, they also broke away from the ranks of refugees and stood up from inside.

At first, it was one, two, three.

But soon, more people joined the queue, and there were even women among them.

Then, the civilians, who had been slaughtered a moment ago, picked up the scimitars of the pirates' corpses from the ground and joined the battle with a roar.

The emotion in their gaze at the pirate was no longer mere fear, but hatred, and anger, and-

Guts.