"I walked on the chariot road, so I didn't have to go through any obstacles to get directions."

The old priest wielded his sword and staff, and collided with the steel whip of the God Forsaken.

"For the war cry of my God my lord Sivir is sounding ahead, I will not be like a lamb that goes astray."

His mouth whispered hymns, and his strength and agility increased with each second.

Marco's steel whip was always burning with a dull poisonous fire. With Mark's subtle technique, it was like a snake that went around the priest's sword and staff and probed Claude into the cheek.

The holy aura that was enough to protect against the arrows was ignited by the flames of negative energy, and instead turned into an attack and attacked Claude's whole body.

The experienced priest immediately untied his protective aura, but instead of withdrawing his sword staff to defend the steel whip, he stood up and stabbed Marco in the throat.

It's okay to die together, but it's better to trade injuries for lives-

The two of them also thought about it, slightly deviated from their own vital points, but they had more strength at hand.

Blood splattered.

Claude was whipped from his right shoulder to his left chest by a steel whip burning with negative energy flames, and his face suddenly darkened. But what was even more tragic was his wound, the flesh and blood of the wound whipped by the barbed steel whip were blurred, and the flames of the embers of negative energy were burning on the wound, faintly emitting a burning smell.

And Marco's injuries are not light. Although the enchantment on Claude's weapon did not have much effect on Marco, the old priest was a priest of the goddess of war after all, with rich combat experience, old methods, and multiple divine blessings on his body. Even though Marco tried his best to avoid the vital point, Claude's last fierce pressure and hook still pierced Marco's shoulder, almost digging out the entire shoulder blade of his left shoulder.

Immediately, the cold sweat on Marco's face flowed down. But he didn't dare to slack off, and violently waved the steel whip to force Claude back temporarily, and the wound on his shoulder blade burst into a circle of black fire, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

Claude didn't rush to attack, but took a few steps back, bowing his head and praying for healing.

"I Wish ...... Descend"

"Shut up!"

As soon as Claude spoke, Marco suddenly shouted, so loud that even Marken, who was fighting with the other two red-robed men, could hear it.

But as if he was abruptly stopped, Claude's face turned pale, and he really closed his mouth.

Marken glanced back a little strangely.

If you are not afraid of making mistakes and are confident enough in your concentration, it is okay to pray in your heart for divine magic. And as long as the gods can hear it, no matter how loud the voices of others are, they should not interfere with the prayers of the priests.

But the red-robed man seemed to be able to interrupt the magic for sure. And it seems that it has also caused some damage to Claude.

Marken thought about it for a moment, and quickly made a few defensive moves against Kruvien, and then disappeared in place.

Ignoring the two red robes with a wary face, Kruvien smiled heavily, and then suddenly threw the shield again.

Just as Mark was about to step forward and whip the old priest to death, he felt a chill in his back. Twist your body as hard as you can to prevent your spine from being severed by the sneak attacker.

That's an early warning from high perception. But no matter how Marco reacted, because he didn't hear footsteps or breathing at all, he was still successfully attacked without noticing. The sharp sword sank into his right waist and came out with blood foaming in front of him, and his right kidney was cut in two, and the pain of his internal organs being cut open made his limbs numb.

At this moment, the two red-robed flying shields that had forced them back circled and flew right from the back of Marco's head at high speed. Without even having to look back, he could hear the shrill noise behind him.

It was obviously a mortal situation, but Marco showed a hideous smile.

Not good!

Seeing his expression from the side, Marken suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and was about to retreat into the shadows.

But the dark negative energy flames carried the gale and burst out from Marco's body in all directions. Marken, who hadn't retreated yet, was caught up in it, and suddenly screamed miserably, and within seconds he turned into a charred black human form.

"Marken!"

Kruvien's face changed, and he screamed anxiously.

But at this moment, the two people next to him were entangled again. Deeply annoying to the two, but Kruvine couldn't force them back for a while.

But just as the two in red robes got closer to the lone Kruvien, and their right hand silently caught a dark red spike falling from his sleeve, the sharp staff sword suddenly struck from behind, piercing the hood of the red-robed man and lightly sinking into the back of his head.

After a convulsion, the red-robed man fell to the ground and lost his breath.

It was Claude.

Temporarily sealed by the divine art, he didn't dare to approach Marco for a while, so he had to listen to the voice and go around and prepare to solve the two red robes first, so as to form a situation where more fights and fewer fights.

The other red-robed saw that the situation was not good, and he didn't even care about Marco, so he turned around and ran.

"Don't chase, Marken can still be saved!"

Claude hurriedly stopped Kruvien, who still wanted to continue the pursuit.

Kruvine spat and squinted at a small steel throwing axe from his waist, flicking his hand and throwing it in that direction.

This is not the standard equipment for the Shield Dancer, but a weapon for the Mountain People. Fararaj is rich in minerals, and six throwing axes, a short sword, a longbow, and a pot of arrows are the standard equipment for a good mountain hunter.

Now that Kruvien has joined the Shield Dancer Legion of Karar, he can't carry a bow or a sword in order to carry a special metal round shield, but carrying six throwing axes with him is far from the limit of his weight. His skillful axe-throwing skills also allow him to take down some of the other Shield Dancer's tricky targets.

Hearing a muffled grunt not far away, and then the sound of falling to the ground, Kruvien had a score in his mind—about throwing an axe to the point. If you don't care, you're dead.

So he turned around directly, took the round shield in his hand a few times, and threw it in the direction where the explosion came from before.

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According to Pars, today is an unlucky day.

The reality that His Excellency the Wind Whisperer had been talking about for a long time had failed, and Master Marco's career concept of the Ash Lord had completely failed.

I really don't know when it's a head. This kind of days of hiding in Tibet.

Hearing that the believers of the evil gods had come here to stop him, Master Mark brought two of his own people to intercept and kill. The group of fools who blindly believed in the evil god would definitely be easily destroyed by the master, just like the temple of the goddess of war that he had bloodbathed in the past, the believers of the evil god had no ability to resist in the hands of the master.

But......

"Sorry, I'm holding you back......"

You shouldn't have fled with your back to the Shield Dancer. Who would have thought that he would have other weapons besides the blade shield - the consequence of Toda would be to be hit from behind by his throwing axe.

Probably pierced his spine, and Pars couldn't feel his legs at all, completely unable to move.

This sucks. Dealing with three melee classes at the same time, the master is in danger -

But before that, it's about the first thing that I'll bleed to death. Completely unable to move, and dying faster if you make a sound.

But at this moment, the corners of the black robe appeared at the edge of the field of vision.

"Are you ......?"

A nice hoarse voice came. It's the druids, it's the people of the sect - feeling the familiar breath of nature, the young Ashman almost burst into tears.

"My name is Pars, Pars. May the winds of the south greet you, white mistletoe. ”

Druids, Black Robes - appeared at this point in time, undoubtedly the comrades of the Ring of the South Wind.

Finally saved.

No, it would be selfish to think so. Compared to this good-for-nothing person lying here, Master Marco is the precious treasure of the sect, and there is no room for loss.

That's right, the good-for-nothing Pars can die here. Let Master Marco live, and more people will wake up from false mental brainwashing.

A noble sense of sacrifice surged in Pars's chest, and then there was a sense of mission that seemed to shine and burn the eyes. Surrendering the hard-won salvation to others, the inflated sense of self-realization in the brain even anesthetizes the severe pain in the back.

So he opened his mouth and shouted in a low voice: "Master Marco is in danger, you don't care about me!" I'm good for nothing, but we can't afford to lose a master...... No! Don't go yet, go to Your Excellency the Wind Whisperer, and bring some more people! Hurry, hurry—"

"Do you believe me?" The black-robed druid asked suddenly.

“…… Of course I do. What do you want to say? ”

"I just wanted to confirm your identity."

The man whispered in a frighteningly flat voice. The ominous feeling of being slowly entangled by a poisonous snake made Pars feel a chill in his heart, but he couldn't detect anything wrong.

"How do you want to confirm?" Pars's voice trembled slightly.

"The Ashes' manifesto. It's the one you say every day, the gods turned to ashes or something—read it to me in its entirety. ”

That's it.

It was not something that could not be said, so I relaxed and said, "We are the fire-givers of the old order, the apostles of the new world, bringing news of new life from the fire—the gods are reduced to ashes, and the will of men rises from the ashes. ”

"Ah, that's right. You're the real thing. ”

His voice was too flat.

Suddenly, Pars finally realized that something was wrong.

Even if the Howlers usually look down on the Ashmen, they will not still cause trouble at such a critical moment. If something happens to Master Marco, Your Excellency the Wind Whisperer ......

Before he could begin to struggle, emerald vines suddenly burst out of the sleeves of the black robe and wrapped tightly around the young ashman's neck like a snake.

It's like an adult clenching with one hand with all his might, and that's definitely not something that the neck muscles can hold. If Pars's hand could move, he could tear it off with a little force.

But not at the moment. The black robe in front of me strangled my neck with vines and forcibly lifted Pars, and the lack of oxygen made Venus constantly break out in front of my eyes, my cheeks were swollen and painful from congestion, and the injuries embedded in my back by the axe were also pulled, and I let out unbearable pain.

…… Tear your face! Are the whistlers' bunch of whirlpools finally ready to take action against Master Mark!

Even if you want to fight to the death, you can't do it. If the man had been holding Pars' neck with his hand, Pars would have at least been able to die with the scarlet spikes in his sleeve. But as if he knew all the methods of the Ashes, he kept a considerable distance from Pars.

But when Pars saw the face under the hood of the black robe, his heart was like being suddenly immersed in ice water, and his whole body trembled, and his brain was awake because of it.

- This woman is not from the South Wind Ring.

"Lend you clothes."

Vaguely hearing her last words, the blurring world in front of her was finally completely overwhelmed by darkness.