The standard equipment of the Temple Paladins was already very good, although they did not carry heavy weapons such as greatswords because they were lightly armed, but they still carried a portable sword.

In order to keep up with the speed of the ascetics, and in order to save horsepower, the temple paladins did not carry giant shields, but at least there were half-body light armor to protect them.

The portable sword blessed by the Holy Light Department is made by the master blacksmith of the human race, the whole body is made of steel-clad technology, wrought iron is the outer skin, and the middle is mixed with hundreds of steel, and some of the cutting edges are made of local quenching technology, the cutting edge is very narrow, and the shape is not only beautiful and smooth, but also extremely good at armor piercing.

The crafting technology of the Temple Paladin's sword-carrying can basically be regarded as the most advanced and perfect craftsmanship in the Continent of St. Cassis.

And the light armor blessed by magic also plays a very powerful protective role, and the manufacturing process is even more cumbersome than their sabers.

This kind of half-length light armor is strictly speaking as a magic prop, and it is customized for each temple paladin, in addition to the initial mold, a large number of magic stamping in the later stage will continue to suppress the steel, and finally burn the magic runes to pay attention to the mana element, usually the sword is difficult to break the defense, let alone break the defense, cut on it, even a mark may not be left.

The first is the resistance of the steel itself, the second is that the magic element can resist damage well, and finally the magic rune activates the wind magic on the armor, which can constantly disperse the damage to achieve the effect of protecting the body.

It can be said that a set of standard equipment for a temple paladin is more expensive than a hundred sets of regular military armor.

But what shocked Field was that the temple paladins and ascetics were not losing in martial arts and strength, but in equipment.

The giants' long steel sticks were slammed into the temple paladin, who either spat blood or flew upside down, and in the face of this incomparable elemental power, the half-body light armor could not play any role at all.

And the temple paladin's sword stabbed the giant's calf, and the latter did not react at all, that is to say, the divine weapon that the Holy See spent countless hours to build could not break through the leggings of other giants.

Field had observed the leggings of the giants, there were no beautiful patterns, no flowing magical elements, and no carved magic lines, only thickness.

Field reluctantly thought that sometimes after the armor exceeded a certain thickness, there was no need to infuse mana to strengthen the defense.

It's like how much mana your armor can store, no matter how much resistance you have strengthened, or how much resistance you don't have walls.

In the same way, the giants are so willful, whoever calls them strong, who tells them to remind them to fight, who tells their leggings to catch up with someone else's steel gate.

The sword of the temple paladin is indeed very good at breaking armor, but it is also very good at breaking the big iron gate.

The armor of the tribal warriors is indeed as thick as a large iron gate!!

The armor of the temple's anger is indeed a good protective effect, but it is also particularly non-collision with the city hammer.

The giants' vajra sticks are indeed comparable to rams!!

When Field saw Conslett walking with a sneer, he didn't even come back to his senses for the first time, but was still immersed in shock.

Barbarians in the Great Wasteland? Giants on the plains of Garnia?

How can they have so much steel?

How could they have so much sophisticated combat equipment?

"Put your name on it!" The handsome old man still has that cool and bloody expression.

Field forcibly gathered the few remaining holy light magic in his body, and seeing that the other party was not in a hurry, he began to repair the broken arm, looking at Conslet, he only smiled bitterly and shook his head, but did not answer.

Conslett frowned and asked, "Not afraid of death?" ”

Field still didn't speak, but tried to show a generous expression.

"Poof!" A blood-red elemental arrow pierced Field's eyebrows, piercing through his brain.

Field's expression finally changed, and his eyes were filled with horror.

He was questioning, questioning how he said that he was also a magister, and the other party didn't have a word to ask?

Questioning why he couldn't sense any magic fluctuations around him at all, when did the other party silently summon an instantaneous spell that killed him with one blow.

Before he died, Field shouted in his heart: I just want to pretend to be a B, aren't you big people the most admired men who are not afraid of death?

"The Rank of the Saints!" In the moment before Field's death, he was completely enlightened.

Yes, for the saint-level magicians who have stepped into the unknown realm with half a foot, whether they are mages or magic apprentices, they are no different from ants, they are all mortals closest to gods.

The spatial realm of the Holy Mountain, the Holy Rank Demon Master, looked at himself in the past, what was the difference between the way he looked at himself and the lowest-level miscellaneous personnel.

Conslet snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "If you are not afraid of death, you still use magic to repair the remnants of your body, you are even more pretentious than Allen!" ”

Looking at Field's completely lifeless corpse, Conslet beckoned to little Zack, and the two stepped onto the bone dragon and flew towards Bloodhoof Camp.

The leading tribal warrior snapped his fingers, lifted his visor and shouted, "Clean up the battlefield, you can pick up everything, Brother Samson, you pull the cordon, Master Rooney, you guard those two guys." ”

The leading tribal warrior pointed to Thackeray and Old Lacey, who had been hanged along the way.

Rooney reverted back to his human form and uttered a few incantations, and four wood-elemental treants surrounded Thackeray and Old Lacey.

The two warriors raised their hands to Thackeray and Old Lacey, their eyes cold and merciless.

Thackeray knew that they had a poisonous crossbow hidden under their arms.

"Uncle, was that a druid just now?" Thackeray did not dare to act rashly, and the scene of how the ascetic had died tragically just now was vividly vivid.

Old Lacey, who had never been afraid of heaven and earth, sat on the ground and said with a smile: "Well, I'm still a mage druid. ”

"Wow! Isn't that the same realm as you? ”

"Phew!" Old Lacey spat bloody phlegm on the ground, pointed to Field's corpse with disdain, and said, "The Magister is a fart, didn't you see that one?" ”

"Yes!" Thackeray nodded in agreement and continued to ask, "That was the one just now, the master in black robes... ”

Thackeray didn't continue, and looked at his uncle inexplicably.

Old Lacey smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's really an eye-opener today!" ”

Thackeray looked at the bloodhoof warriors and giants who were cleaning the battlefield, and couldn't help but think, didn't it open his eyes, and whoever told me the that barbarians and giants were poor in the future, I would kill them with one sword.

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Along the way, Thackeray and Lacey Sr. were not treated in any way that was appropriate to their status.

The two of them did not reveal their identities, let alone inquire about Allen's whereabouts, of course, they thought that these rescuers who fell from the sky belonged to the Great Chieftain tribe.

Of course, this is not to blame them, in their thinking, perhaps only the Great Chief Tribe can raise such an elite warrior and giant clan.

When Thackeray and Old Lacey entered the Bloodhoof camp, they finally understood why they hadn't seen a single beast since they entered the forest, and they had been absorbed by the barbarians.

Rooney, who is also a magister, put a magic brand on old Lacey's body before leaving the two, temporarily sealing the magic element in the old butler's body.

Thackeray was not so lucky, both in appearance and in his dress, it could be seen that he was a high-level warrior with good fighting strength, and two barbarian warriors with big shoulders and round waists used the handcuffs and shackles specially made by the dwarves to tie him up.

The two of them, who were hard-working, were thrown into the stone house in the center of the three animal pens.

Both Old Duff and Rooney have been treated this way before。。。。。

"Uncle, did you see that?"

"See what?" Old Duff tried to gather the magic power in his body, but found that it didn't work, and then he realized that this magic brand might still be the secret art of the druids, and it was different from the confinement of ordinary magicians.

"It's ... It's anyway ... Thackeray didn't say a reason for a long time.

Old Lacey waved his hand, he looked at Thackeray, who had been shocked all the way, and he was not like a stormy sea in his heart.

Ever since he walked into this huge barbarian camp, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

Is this still a barbarian camp? It's a small city, and it's a very developed small city.

There are all kinds of fierce beast cubs crawling all over the ground, and some large free-range beasts look domesticated at a glance.

The houses where the fighters lived were located in an orderly manner right next to the main traffic routes.

Countless animal pens are encaptive for medium and large beasts with relatively low intelligence.

A mage tower with a surging magical element.

The statue of the god of war of Kakalu is tens of meters high.

Smoke soothing workshops and rows of cellars.

On the huge training ground, a large group of muscular men are practicing battle formation skills, and a Terran warrior with good fighting strength acts as their instructor.

Whizzing griffons kept watch around the camp.

A large group of giants sitting cross-legged on the ground are actually practicing the lingua franca of the main road.

All this made old Lacey wonder if this was a barbarian camp after all.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps outside the stone house.

"Prisoners of war?"

"No, saved from the Holy See."

"Oh, the chief asked these guys to bring it over to see if they were human nobles and could get some ransom."

"Okay!"

"Beth's is like Princess Cana and Scott's boy, and I'm going to play white again, by the way, who saw my horned python?" After saying that, the owner of the voice left.

The two of them thought the voice familiar, but they couldn't remember where they had heard it again.

The two warriors walked in with expressionless faces and picked them up very rudely.

"Uncle, why don't we try to give Miss Dina's name?"

Old Duff shook his head and whispered: "Or don't, Claire's source is not accurate, what if it is the Holy See that they deliberately dirty the water to frame Allen?" ”

Thackeray thought about it, because he really couldn't think that that the waste baron, who had no serious character all day, could do so many great things in the wasteland, maybe it was really like his own uncle said, it was simply the Holy See pouring dirty water on Alan.

"What are you muttering about?" The warrior of the tribe who led the way in front turned his head dissatisfied.

A warrior behind the old Duff kicked him in the ass without saying a word.

"What are you kicking me for?" Old Duff frowned coldly.

The clan warrior who kicked him sneered, "Hehe! Our chief said that the older the old man, the more bad his stomach is, and he will not kick anyone. ”