The paladin who raises his shield and hits will emit a faint light all over his body. They march slowly, solemnly and steadily, and their iconic loud slogans can be resounded throughout the audience, and they are the most morale-boosting when there are many people. In the face of enemies, the paladin often has the role of a mainstay.

Before the holy warriors of the crusade team, several majestic celestial mastiff projections accelerated and rushed forward. This creature has a beautiful appearance and a majestic bearing. When they appear on the battlefield, they always fearlessly attack evil.

The ferocious Celestial Mastiff has always been a headache for enemies, and their fearless attacks and grapples are the most effective means of breaking the formation. Once the opponent is entangled by them, he will have to face the never-ending bite and scratch. Many people are intimidated by them.

In the face of the mighty mastiff dogs that came quickly, the five rookie guards stubbornly put themselves in the position of the first wave. The only thing they can rely on now is the heavy crossbow in their hands and the information network in their heads.

The heavy crossbow was deliberately carried by Zhou Qingfeng to the 'Swift Shadow'. Unlike the large heavy crossbows that defend the city, the rookies use the ones that can be used in their hands. But they still weigh more than a dozen kilograms, and it is very inconvenient to carry them around, but they are very powerful for defense.

The rookies don't have dark vision, but they have the message Sophia has to offer. In front of them was the invisible servant who had just been summoned. The undead don't have eyes, but they are born with the ability to perceive in the dark.

In the light and darkness explosion, six of the ten invisible servants were directly blown down by the swept air wave. But the remaining four still form a simple but effective cordon, and the situation they perceive is directly transmitted backwards, forming an unblocked information network in the dark.

Behind the rookie guards, the necromancer Mondino summoned two flesh golems. This is an extremely terrifying construct, they are made of the corpses of different creatures, nearly three meters tall and weighing more than two hundred kilograms.

The surface of the flesh golem is festering and stinking, and there are corpse maggots rolling in it, taking on a disgusting green or gray color. They are sluggish and unconscious, and seem to have difficulty even controlling themselves. But any opponent who dares to underestimate them will pay a huge price.

Mondino had a good idea, the rookie in front of him was afraid that he would not be able to hold out for a round, but at least he could let the celestial mastiff who rushed up bite for a while. As long as there is a period of time, the two flesh golems can go up and strike a critical hit.

If there is any damage to the flesh golem, it can be repaired by devouring the corpses of the rookies. That's the terrible thing about the Flesh Golem, the more corpses there are on the battlefield, the more it can't die.

But after the two flesh golems were in place, the five heavy crossbows in front of them were fired at the same time. The finger-thick crossbow bolt shot out vigorously, piercing through the darkness and instantly sinking more than twenty meters away—several wolfdog-like screams rang out at the same time, and the celestial mastiff that rushed up was hit squarely.

After the shooting, the five rookie guards received the order to retreat. They hurriedly turned around and ran away with heavy crossbows. Easily bypass the two huge and ugly flesh golems - this is a quick fight, quick flight, and Lisuo called Mondino without words.

The real rush was led by Powell's several paladins. They have an arcane eye floating above their heads that observes the battlefield, followed by the wizards and priests who are in charge of casting spells.

'Holy Hammer', 'Summoning Holy Power', 'Radiant Armor', the Priests of the Raiders continue to buff their fellow rushers. The morale of the holy warrior in front of him was strengthened, and he collided head-on with the terrifying flesh golem.

The sluggish golem hissed hoarsely. They swing their arms and fists like windmills, using their desecrated bodies to exert immense power.

The attack was completely untraceable, like the shaking body of an epileptic patient. But they are so frenzied to press up, using their bodies to hit their opponents hard.

Powell raised his shield and approached, his sword lit up, and he shouted 'Break the Evil'. The power of Tyr, the god of justice, focused on the body of the sword, like a cold moonlight, slashing into the flesh golem.

The flesh of the flesh golem was cut and tattered, and the rotten pieces of flesh fell down as if they had encountered boiling water. But it didn't care about it, and its huge arm swept and smashed into Powell's shield.

With just one blow, Powell was knocked away like a child and soared into the air uncontrollably. The priest at the back hurriedly treated him, and the wizard tried to use 'dismantling' to paralyze the terrible and evil necromancy.

At the same time, several Celestial Mastiffs rushed forward again. They were wounded in the wave of crossbows just now, but they were not driven back to the heavenly realm, and they still had the strength to fight.

On the other side, 'Plague Priest' Justten was silent. Together, he and his assistants summoned a huge swarm of biters. When the insect swarm gathered, it was already like a torrent, overwhelmingly surging in the direction of the enemy.

The paladin in front of him did not expect that he would encounter the flesh golem. Unable to break through with a brute force attack, they tried to bypass the clumsy construct, but in the darkness they continued to shoot crossbow bolts.

The piercing bolts hit the radiant armor on the paladin's body, and it didn't take two hits to dull the beautifully patterned blurred armor. They had to raise their shields and shout for the wizard behind them to hurry up and blast the fireball.

Not every wizard is good at fireballs, but they all hate the magic of summoning swarms. But the swarm of biters controlled by Justen flew and crawled. The wizard of the raiding party had to frantically pull out the scroll he had with him.

Ice storms, wind spells, sacred abodes, and the battle scene was a mess of the wizards and priests on both sides. At this time, the croaking of the magic flute sounded in the woods, and it was disturbing to hear it, and it was impossible to concentrate.

Warren held on to his injured body and inflicted several 'divine graces' on himself in a row, stabilizing the injury that had been split open in his chest. He rested for a while, regained some strength, and then grabbed his two-handed heavy sword again, ready to go to the aid of his companion.

But when he heard the sound of the magic flute, Warren couldn't help but curse loudly: "Who did that demon recruit?" Why is there such a sideline profession as 'clown' around him? ”

Adventurers of different classes also have chains of contempt. The Holy Warrior was a man of great image, who went in and out of the tall and splendid city church, befriended rich and elegant nobles, and always had some sense of superiority over the lowly juggling harlequin who was only worthy of eating on the streets.

But in skirmishes, the clown who plays the magic flute is the best candidate to spoil the game. They can directly disrupt the rhythm of the battle, lower morale, and add chaos to an already chaotic situation - and beware of the dagger stabbed by the clown in the dark, which is an equally deadly threat.

Hearing the Joker's Magic Flute, Warren felt irritated. Sensing that this 'just battle' was in danger of failing, he had to reach out and grab a talisman on his chest and shout, "My lord, please purify this place. ”

Surging positive energy gushed out from the amulet, like mercury spilling into the ground, pervasive. A silvery white light lit up again in the darkness, and it continued to spread, illuminating the surrounding area of tens of meters.

Within this range, evil retreats and justice comes.

Under the light, the green grass burrows out of the ground, the flowers bloom to the bones, and the trees sprout and prune, as if spring is coming. As long as they stand within the range of light, all the members of the crusade team are healed and strengthened, but the evil side melts like ice and snow, and continues to retreat.

The overwhelming swarm of insects is harassing wizards and priests, including Moltke, and disintegrating when they encounter light. The two flesh-headed golems hurriedly retreated. One of them was slow, shrouded in light, emitting a large amount of smoke, melting his flesh and skin, falling to the ground, and even his skeleton turned to ashes.

The injured Powell's shield was cracked, and he was being beaten by the flesh golem and could only support it. But as soon as he was illuminated by the light, he immediately became fierce and resurrected with full blood on the spot.

Even the clown who hid in the shadows and played the magic flute couldn't stand the shroud of the light of justice, and his eyes were like blind people illuminated by the strong light, and he fled lifelessly towards the darkness outside the light.

In just a breath, Zhou Qingfeng's side retreated on all fronts and fled in embarrassment. And as Warren marches forward, they will have nowhere to run. The righteous side immediately praised loudly, rose up to catch up, and said that nothing could spare those who committed heinous crimes.

But after chasing less than twenty meters, a young man suddenly walked in front of him, and walked under the dazzling light with a big grin.

The young man was originally red and translucent, but under the light, it turned to a milky white brilliance. He then stretched out his arms, stretched his chest and exclaimed, "Eh......, you are so comfortable with the light!" ”

This sun bath is a must!