(Thank you all for your support, today still 5 more, let's hold on to the victory in the 2013 zuihou days.) ）

In response to Fryman's analysis, Capone nodded in agreement.

However, when he saw that the Holy Light was over and the surroundings were back in darkness, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "When those orcs attack, will you be able to perform this, uh, magic again, so that we can gain some benefits?" ”

"He can't," Konstantin replied directly, "There are strict limits to the divine magic that each cultist can use, and too much divine magic will cause a great burden on the user's body. What's more, Mr. Fryman is not a regular priest of the Order at all, and it is very rare to use such a magic technique once, so don't put too much hope on Mr. Fryman. Bringing you here, luring those orc main forces here, Mr. Fryman has done what he has to do. Now it's you who should be thinking more, are you able to do everything you are supposed to do? ”

Carpenter seemed to mumble a few words, but it didn't sound like a complaint, but something else. He was about to turn to say something to his companion when little Fryman, who was standing in the dark, suddenly said, "I may not be able to help you in magic, but don't ignore my presence in battle. Give me a weapon. ”

Konstantin was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly remembered the fingers he had seen in the tavern this morning, and then realized that those fingers might be the results of the battle of the young man in front of him. This was a conclusion that shocked the ascetic, the young man in front of him was not so weak as he seemed, on the contrary. Most likely, when Tosto still knew nothing. There has been a fierce battle with those orcs alone. Even in zuihou. There was also a brilliant victory.

This kind of answer was in stark contrast to the fragile body of the boy on the road today, and unless a reasonable explanation could be obtained, all the previous conclusions would be completely rewritten here, which made Konstantin's mind slightly confused.

Looking at Konstantin, little Flemann responded to the ascetic's astonishment, and the brown-haired boy said: "The Lord has given me new life, the Lord has made me walk in the world, and the Lord has made me kill them." When I face them. I saw only the light before my eyes, and when I woke up again, the orcs were corpses. ”

"Amen."

Together with Nellere, all three prayed at the same time.

Of course, Konstantin knew what little Fryman had just said, the Lord had come down and made the young man's body extremely strong. It is precisely because of this advent that little Flemann was able to bear the pain of baptism so calmly. Again, it was because of this advent that the boy was able to travel from the other end of the Black Forest to the vicinity of Tosto. The Lord directs everything.

Now everything is rationally explained, and everything is the Lord's intention. All things are the grace of the Lord.

Thinking of this, Konstantin prayed in a low voice again. With his whispered prayers, the whole forest seemed to begin to hum, and the pine waves rose and fell, in harmony with the rhythm of Constantine. In such prayers, the bodies of the dwarves began to slowly glow, along with their weapons, and then slowly extinguished. After a moment it brightened again, and so on three times, until the light on the dwarf was completely gone. Konstantin then stopped praying.

"Courage can make one fearless of the enemy. Being strong can make people not afraid of blows. Life can make people fight longer. ”

Konstantin explained to little Flemann: "As your godfather, I can only do this for your subordinates. ”

"That's enough, thank you."

Little Fryman said. At the same time, he also came to the same conclusion in his mind. This is a multiple blessing that increases health, defense and morale to a group of people at the same time! I don't know how many levels of priests are needed to use such blessings, but this hand alone is enough to make little Fryman feel excited.

With such a powerful priest to help, even if you can't regenerate, it's a great help. Thinking of this, little Fryman turned his head to look at Carpenter and said, "Okay, bring my weapons over, at least let me get used to them before fighting." ”

"Still, I want you to note that as someone who spreads the voice of the Lord on the ground, you should care more about your own life. After all, the Lord has given you a new life, and it is not for you to waste here. ”

Hearing Konstantin's slightly tired dissuasion, little Fryman only smiled faintly, he couldn't dodge it, if those dwarves were completely killed by the orcs, then the previous game would be meaningless. What's more, he has to perform in front of Konstantin, and if he turns into a coward at this time, then what should Konstantin think?

In the darkness, his eyes sparkled: "Yes, I know this, but I also know that the Lord did not let me walk the world to run away from the enemy. Whether as the Lord's person who spreads his voice on the ground, or as a Lord, I will never look at the enemy close in front of me and not fight. ”

Konstantin's body trembled a little, he couldn't tell if it was because of Weishenme, it seemed that something that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart was ignited by little Fleman's bland words, those ideals or whatever things he once had, at this time in his heart were showing a magnificent light again.

"Redeem the Lord's people and chastise the Lord's enemies. Let every believer receive the greatest salvation, and let every heretic die before the Lord. ”

Konstantin whispered, "I once made such a vow and began my life of asceticism. Through penance, my rank has increased. I used to think that was all there was to it, but now that I hear your words, I realize that the current road has deviated from the oath I made back then. The Lord has given me the divine way, and when I have strayed from it, it is You who have corrected my way. Praise the Lord. Amen. ”

As he spoke, the ascetic took off his monk's robe, in which Konstantin wore only a pair of long linen trousers, the color of which could not be seen in the darkness. There were countless tiny scars on his back, the result of his constant whipping with wattles as he reflected, and now they had turned into tiny potholes, making the ascetic's back look pitted.

The moonlight had been pouring down from the top of his head for some time, and the tiny pits behind Konstantin looked like countless tiny eyes on his back. As the shadow of the moon appeared, the ascetic's back was filled with a half-shadow-like light, and at that moment, little Fryman seemed to be able to feel that these eyes were all open, as if he were looking around at this shijie.

"I fight with you, my child. When I live, you will live, and when I die, you will live. ”

The Black Forest nights in late autumn were exceptionally cold, and the occasional mountain wind was like a sharp knife cutting through the dwarves' bodies, no matter how small they shrunk, and the cold never spared anyone.

In such a cold moonlight, Konstantin's upper body was not covered, he looked at little Fleman very calmly, and said very firmly.

Little Fleman smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, and said, "I accept your care, and I will give you back in the same way, parishioner, I allow you to kiss my fingers." ”

When Konstantin heard this, he seemed to feel extremely relieved, rather than feeling that his dignity had been hurt. He bowed respectfully, kissed little Fleman above his fingers, and then said, "Prove everything with the blood of heresy." ”

The night did not boil over because of Constantine's words, and the uproar on the hillside due to little Fryman's use of level 5 divine magic finally began to slowly return to normal. When the dwarves felt the cold of the night wind again, it was as if everything was back on track.

The cooing of the night owl resounded in the distant woods, and the trees at night seemed to be making a rattling sound in the moonlight. The sound may be the sound of pine needles, or the chirping of fir leaves in the wind, whatever the sound is, it seems to be able to travel far in such an empty mountain forest, and the sound makes the whole hillside reflect a sense of tranquility.

But under such seclusion, there is a silent bloody fight.

When did the fighting break out? Who caused it? No one knows, and no one cares. Whether it is orcs or dwarves, they are fighting to the death in secret, and they do not make a sound in tacit understanding. In such a dark jungle, it is often the first to die that makes a sound, or in other words, only the life that is about to die has the right to sigh or a wail.

Little Fryman ran lightly in the forest, he could feel the presence of those orcs without looking at it, the holy light could only shine in the eyes of those who watched for a while, but it could leave an unusually deep impression on little Fryman's mind.

Behind the big tree in front, there should be an orc with a huge axe in his hand. Little Fryman did not stop his gallop, but raised his right index finger and nodded in front of him. On the side behind him, Konstantin turned abruptly and went around the tree in the other direction. Compared with little Fryman, years of penance not only did not cause damage to Konstantin's body, but made his body unusually strong. The skinny on the surface can't show his explosive power as fierce to the extreme.

In the blink of an eye, Konstantin had already passed little Flemann and slammed into the back of the tree. With a muffled thud, little Fryman faintly heard the suppressed wails of the orcs. His body was suddenly short, and before the low-hanging branches in front of him could hit him, he had already rushed over, and before the scene behind the big tree could be fully revealed before his eyes, two sharp swords had flashed out of his sleeves. (To be continued......)