Chapter 42: The Professor's Pale Hand

Roland had just left the Marquis of Sayya's mansion, and before he reached the City Lord's Mansion, he felt an extremely familiar fluctuation of divine power coming from outside the city.

Suddenly, Roland's pupils shrank to the limit!

That aura of tranquility and solemnity was undoubtedly a reaction peculiar to the extremely pure Death Realm Divine Arts.

However, with the exception of the Ghost Lord in the Far North, there is no god in this world who has mastered the realm of death.

Moreover, the Lord of Spirits is actually considered a very small number of gods in the Sage camp. She had been a mourner, and the reason she became a deity was not to usurp power, but to maintain order in hell after the Sleeping Master left.

The frost-covered hell at the top of hell is almost above earth. From the Valley of Frostwind, head all the way south to Suze. The only one who can suppress the devil is the ghost lord who is the former priest of the Sleeping Mentor.

Because the realm of death that she has mastered is not complete. This out-of-control realm power would even hurt the priest himself, and the power of the Ghost Lord was not enough for ordinary people to accept that kind of extremely cold holy power.

Only the dead do not die. Followers of the Ghost Lord can only be Spirits.

That's right, there are a group of ghosts roaming the carra, and those walking corpses entangled in negative energy are simply a great supplement for the ghosts. And ghosts above the silver level can also come out during the day, not to mention the banshees who look like ordinary people.

But know that the Ghost Lord is not like a Sleeping Master. Like the other gods, she couldn't penetrate Carral's Great Barrier to give the priest divine magic.

At such a time, it is possible to use a divine technique of this scale. There could have been no one else but Joseph—

"Move fast! Chris: They are now in danger! ”

"Do you feel it? That priest is about to break through the siege! ”

"Hurry, hurry! Faster! ”

At this moment, eight standard squads of heavily armed soldiers ran briskly past Roland. Roland even saw the elite of a squad among them.

Their expressions were hurried, and their faces were full of murder. The pace of the feet is very rhythmic.

From Roland's soul vision, he could even clearly perceive the aura slowly swaying under the feet of the six bronze warriors in front of him in a certain rhythm, while the aura of the other six bronze warriors was very ethereal, their footsteps were almost inaudible like thieves, but their steps were very stable and their bodies were strong.

That's Overseer and the Swordsman of Silence.

Roland easily recognized the twelve bronze professionals, and he immediately frowned.

Caral did not have Templars, and druids did not have a support aura. It can be said that the status of the Overseers in Caral is very high.

As a Bronze Class Transfer. Any Overseer who has completed the transfer can be promoted directly to a non-commissioned officer. Those with a little merit can become officers.

As a general rule, a plurality of Overseers is only allowed if the enemy forces are more than 100 strong. After all, Caral has a war class like a druid, and can prevent priests and wizards from entering the country, and if he fights a defensive war, Caral will not intimidate anyone.

Since Riccello has made an exception to dispatch a battle squad of Overseers, it means that at least hundreds of people will join the battle one after another.

Because the Dumbblades had not yet been formed, the Swordsmen of Silence were far inferior to the Overseers, but Roland did not despise them in the slightest.

You know, this is Richero. Behind Roland is the mansion of the Marquis of Sayya. And the Marquis of Saya is the chief instructor of the Silent Swordsman.

If they were not fully sure, the people above would never dare to risk offending the Marquis of Saya and prepare to dispatch the Silent Swordsman at will.

Roland couldn't help but sneer.

Yes, the Swordsman of Silence did restrain the priest. All it takes is a silence to shut up the pastor. If you really can't use divine magic. These soldiers were able to keep Joseph in the middle of the silence until he was exhausted or fell unconscious from blood loss. Coupled with the druid's winding technique, it is extremely easy to capture priests and wizards.

But they must not have thought of it. Joseph was not the same as the pastor they had captured before.

He is not a mutilated priest whose strength has been suppressed to the level of bronze and below...... It's a real mourner who almost progresses to the gold level.

This is close to a hundred Black Iron Rank warriors, plus twelve bronze advanced professionals. If nothing else, it should be all the fighting power in this city.

If Joseph was not careful, these people would never have hurt him. After all, he had the poisonous fire of Hopeless Hell wrapped around him. For these people who have no soul sublimation, it can be said that it is a death if they are touched, and there is no need to negotiate.

In the face of Joseph, let alone more than a hundred, it was the same with more than a hundred.

If you want to kill Joseph, a dense attack by ranged units is a good idea. Joseph's prayer was not frost-covered, and with the speed at which his poisonous fire burned, it was impossible to take all the ranged attacks.

But unfortunately, Caral is famous for the Shield Dancer phalanx. For the Karars, spears, bladed shields, and slashing swords are the mainstream.

With the exception of the 2nd Infantry Regiment, which had two squadrons of longbowmen, there were hardly any well-trained ranged units to be found.

Actually, think about it...... No matter how powerful the bow and arrow of a ranged unit is, can it be as strong as the druid's magic power? No matter how far the range is, can it be as far as the druid's magic skills?

Oh no, it really seems to be farther than the druid's magic skills.

As far as Roland knew, the longbowmen of those two squadrons were originally created to project the druid's divine carriers.

The druid casts his magic on a wooden arrow, which is then nimbly projected by the longbowmen, and the magic explodes in the air - although Caral does not have an air force, he can also bombard in the air.

It was only with the introduction of ballistas that these longbowmen were freed from the mission of the Humanoid Telescope.

But now the problem is not whether they can beat Joseph at all, but the attitude of the lord of Rizero.

A lord's guard like this, even when crusading against bandits, is only a symbolic dispatch of one or two squads. Now that the city lord of Richero is attacking with all his troops so simply, Roland feels that something is wrong no matter how he thinks about it.

Wait a minute...... Could it be that the lord of Ricytol discovered Joseph's hidden gold coins?

Roland frowned suddenly.

A faint killing intent rose from his eyes.

If that's really the case...... Then this person Roland can't stay.

Roland couldn't let anyone associate the money with Orlando in the White Tower, otherwise it would be a devastating blow to Roland's reputation.

On the other side, in the thick fog, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man smiled with satisfaction.

His hair is a silver-white head with some yellowing, and his facial features are neither delicate nor exaggerated, and he looks like he is just the average human in terms of appearance, voice, and age.

In his hand was a flat crystal box containing a liquid silver-white flame.

"Finally Collected ......"

He muttered, put the crystal case in his pocket, and turned away without hesitation.

Faintly, his right arm was already silvery-white, flashing with a mechanical color. (To be continued.) )