The Silver Knight lined up in front of the stone wall and thorn fence, forming a defensive formation, and standing in front of the formation was a middle-aged man, not the figure that made Carvalro hate to the bone.

Shrink your head and tail like a mouse!

Cavallo cursed in his heart, his double swords swept, the tip of the sword spat out a meter-long divine blade, and the energy state of light cut a gap in the stone wall, making the silver knight behind the fortifications couldn't help but be stunned, the hard stone was as fragile as a piece of wood under his sword.

At the same time, the charging Templars managed to overcome the obstacles and collide with their opponents, the terrain preventing them from charging on foot to the point where they failed to open the breach.

At the moment, Carvallo's thinking is very simple: the freaks of the Arcane Ring don't come out, do they? Then I'll kill your commander, slaughter your knights, and see how long you can endure.

As one of the three "Holy Knights" of the Holy Peak Church, Carvalo has absolute confidence that in this small-scale battle, no one can stop him.

Carvallo's gaze locked on the current commander of the Silver Knights, a middle-aged man, his eyes suddenly erupted with a long holy flame, and he roared: "Go die!"

Suddenly, Carvallo's speed skyrocketed, and the whole person was like a fierce charging lion, and the divine energy formed a ripple of forward charging around him, and the speed, that momentum, made the soldiers on the surrounding battlefield couldn't help but stagnate.

Overwhelming!

There was only one thought left in Gosta's mind, and the sense of crisis in his back was almost materialized, and Gosta subconsciously bent down, raised the shield, clamped his neck, and pressed his right shoulder against the inside of the shield, protecting all the vital points of his body behind the shield.

Costa is known for his great strength in the Silver Knights, he once used his bare hands to sprint at the next demon bear, no matter what knight, as long as he doesn't get on the horse, Costa is confident that he can block it, but those saints are not normal people, his offensive has a magic effect, so it seems that some of Gosta's past experience is not useful.

There was a dull thud.

Gosta felt like he had hit a rock at great speed, his eyes were dark, his head was dizzy, and a stream of heat involuntarily erupted from his nose, Gosta's nearly 220-pound body was lifted away, and his body was still rolling in the air, and even he didn't know what he had been knocked into.

Gosta felt that his body was barely in control, but he had lost his position and could not figure out the state of his opponent, which was a precursor to the situation of the battle out of control, and loss of control often meant a crisis for life.

Relying on the instinctive reaction of a battle-hardened person, Gosta struggled to endure the feeling of dizziness and nausea, and when he landed, he rolled on the ground no matter what the situation, keeping him moving, maybe he would unfortunately roll to the opponent's feet, but it was much safer than lying in place. As long as it's not too unlucky, you may be able to survive this most difficult time.

It's a pity that he encountered Carvalro, a knight who grew up on the battlefield, he has an absolute advantage in strength and agility, and he knocked the opponent out of a vertiginous state, how could Carvalro miss the opportunity?!

Cavalro smirked and raised his sword to kill, not afraid of Gosta's indiscriminate attacks in his vertiginous state.

"Hey, you're up against me!" a middle-aged man's voice stopped Carvalro's movements.

It wasn't so much the voice that stopped Carvalro, but the murderous aura he unleashed that alerted Carvalro.

When Carvalro turned his head to look, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in strange gear, his armor was made of stainless steel, but decorated with branches and small animals, which was very different from the mainstream style of the Waglan people.

He is an elf! An elf powerhouse! The aura he exudes is not weaker than his own!

Carvallo has studied the Princen system that has been inverted by the wizarding world, and although this rating system is an invention of the rival, it does have some value, it is very meaningful for the quantification of various attributes, it can give people a clear idea of their own strength, and in addition, it can also give people inspiration to find their own promotion methods from higher level people.

Of course, the church doesn't need this, but that doesn't prevent them from adopting this system to measure the strength of their goals.

Taking advantage of Cavalro's attention, Costa was pulled aside by the two silver knights and regained his form, only to realize that he had escaped from the hands of death.

Is the difference between the three levels that huge?!

A sense of powerlessness filled Gosta's heart, and then, he noticed that it was an elf who saved him, Gosta knew that Charlie had an elf army under his hands, but he didn't know that there were elves in this group of elves who could compete with level 17 powerhouses!

Carvalo looked around the battlefield and found that the battle situation was not optimistic, let alone a crushing situation, the Templars could not even have a clear upper hand, and in the face of the opponent's deliberate defensive posture, they could not immediately open the situation, and the area behind them spanning nearly a hundred yards was still burning with raging fire, isolating them from the Priesthood.

Noticing this detail, Carvallo's scalp exploded, and the other party's design formed a closed loop in his mind, and the chaotic details in his mind were connected into a string, and a thick shield in the hand of the elven powerhouse also became a corroboration: the purpose of everyone in their town was to entangle themselves and the Templar Order!

On the other side of the flames, Ryan is asking the priests to hide their magical blessings against the flames in preparation for wading through the fire.

A faint shadow appeared on Ryan's side, and the divine energy had a natural repulsion towards the shadow creatures, and when it came into contact with the divine energy, it would immediately cause some energy ripples.

Ryan sounded the alarm in his heart, and was about to give a loud warning, but before the voice could be spoken, the black shadow flickered behind him, and a dark blade stabbed into his vest silently, feeling that his heart was pierced by a sharp and cold thing, and the dark aura released from the tip of the knife reacted violently with the holy blood in Ryan's body, giving him an unbearable blow to his heart, and he lost his strength in an instant.

The Shadow's assault did not end with Ryan's death, it was like a beast jumping into a sheepfold, quickly shuttling between dozens of priests, each dance of the bleak blade could harvest almost a life, and the priest who had lost the protection of the Templars had little resistance to an opponent of this speed.

Ryan may have some means to save his life, but under the sudden attack of the black shadow, he has no chance to use the means.

In the time of four breaths, none of the 36 priests were spared, the speed was dazzling, the gorgeous priest group configuration collapsed in an instant, and the black shadow did not stop for a breath after killing all the priests, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the forest sea, as if it had never appeared, leaving only the corpses of the priests and the holy blood with a pale golden light, faintly accusing what a terrifying thing had happened just now.

After a few head-on collisions, Carvalo basically figured out the strength of this elf powerhouse, and when he took off his equipment, he might be stronger than himself, but when he put on the 'Holy Radiance Armor', the opponent was a little worse than himself.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was breathing, Carvalo glanced into the distance, he just instinctively felt that Ryan's movements were a little slow, he hadn't waded through the sea of fire until now, and he was faintly uneasy in his heart, he didn't even see anyone, strange, where did Ryan go?

The blazing sea of fire burned the air and distorted, interfering with his vision, Carvallo slashed with both hands, and after splitting the elven warrior, he jumped high, his eyes focused in the distance, this glance was okay, after looking at it, he found that all 36 priests fell in a pool of blood, dying silently, Carvalo didn't even notice anything abnormal!

Hell yes!

Is this the opponent you plan to play a crushing situation?!

Now, judging from the scene, not only did it not crush it, but it also showed a disadvantage, and judging from the result, it was the opponent who crushed him, because the opponent had not yet died a single person, and his own priesthood had been completely wiped out.

Cavallo knew that he had to stand up and kill this elven powerhouse who was entangled with him first, so that he could have the possibility of reversing the situation, after landing, Carvalo abandoned all distractions, stared at the angry wind with burning eyes, and the Holy Radiance armor came out with a light that could be seen by the naked eye, and at this moment, Carvalo took out the strength to press the bottom of the box, and every blow he hit would be accompanied by the effect of divine punishment.

Carvallo's thunderous roar reverberated through the town, two heavy swords wielded tirelessly, striking on the steel shield of the furious wind, making a dense crashing sound, palpitating, he has the dual advantage of strength and agility, his attacks have divine attributes, constantly scorching the opponent's body, but never able to completely crush him, this elven warrior has more combat experience than Carvalro, any killing move can be resolved in the least costly way.

After a period of physical onslaught, Carvalo felt the tiredness he had not seen for a long time, and after some self-examination, he found that all the magical blessings applied before the battle had disappeared, and there was no support from the priesthood behind him, and "unlimited physical strength and energy" had become a luxury.

Carvalo thought about it carefully, and felt that it was not right, this battle was only half an hour from the beginning to now, and usually the blessing that Ryan gave him would last for more than two hours, enough to consume a war, but at this time they were all gone.

Could it be that the divine blessing will dissipate with the death of the freer? Cavallo, who knew the magic, disagreed, and he carefully recalled the battle situation, only to realize that it was the magician who had dispersed his blessing.

Ryan is a fifth-level magician, equivalent to the level of a great magician, and is able to dispel his magic, indicating that the opponent is at least a great magician.

Carvalro looked left and right, and sure enough, he found Charlie in the crowd.

"Wicked heretic! vile and shameless, I will destroy your body and imprison your soul!!" Cavallo cursed, throwing down his rage and lunging at Charlie.