In the last actual combat hunt, they gained a lot. In the end, he did not resist the temptation of the third-level demonic beast core, and at sunset, he carefully dug it up, and Ou Dong behaved very actively.

When it was dug up, the long-clawed pig was not yet dead, and it scared the three of them enough.

One third-level Warcraft core is enough to exchange for more than five second-order Warcraft cores. However, the team also suffered heavy casualties, one was killed, one was seriously wounded, and the other three were also wounded.

Xuanyuan Qingyu didn't ask for the opinions of others, and directly used this third-order demonic beast core to find the trainer to exchange for a big shield. It is not cast from rough iron, but from fine iron.

The coach was in a good mood, showed great mercy, and also presented a standard one-armed crossbow. Xuanyuan Qingyu was also not polite, and hung directly on his waist.

Next, their team was reorganized, and Oudong automatically withdrew, while Lin Yong stayed. With that fine iron shield, he was already a powerful shield warrior in the entire training camp. Two people were added, one was a shield warrior and the other was a Min warrior.

What comforted Xuanyuan Qingyu was that Ou Dong was also a child of a poor family, he didn't have much knowledge, and he didn't realize that quicksand was magic, and he thought it was some kind of combat skill, because Xuanyuan Qingyu's most used combat skills were earth-based.

After three years of teaching and brainwashing, many of the students became true Manichaeans and believed in the God of Light. There are not many hypocritical pious people like Xuanyuan Qingyu, and Zhao Feilong is one of them. Therefore, the two can only believe each other, and some words can only be said by the two of them, and even Lin Yong, who has experienced several life and death with them, does not dare to trust all of them.

The coach will no longer kill people casually, and if he makes a mistake, he will also implement it through corporal punishment, and the battle with the monster, the death will also be greatly reduced, and it seems that the danger is about to pass.

Their classes are still intense, the cultural classes are aggravated, and in the actual combat classes, demons, orcs and even natives have begun to appear. The power of the orcs, the magic of the demons, and the cruelty of the natives all taught them a painful lesson.

It seems that the Manichaeans wanted to make them not only the Templars of the Cult of Creation, but also the Sword of Judgment. All they learn is for the sake of killing.

Just as the days were spreading hopelessly, a disaster, or hope, suddenly came.

It was a dark and windy night, and the training camp was as quiet as ever, even the chirping of grass insects was depressing. Xuanyuan Qingyu was lying on the Chase bunk, looking at a round of oblique moon, shining coldly in front of the window.

He thought of Xuanyuan Mansion, what would his life have been like if this hadn't happened?

The wound in his lower abdomen was a little painful, and after losing the source crystal, his martial arts talent dropped by ninety percent, and he had cultivated for more than three years before he could break through to the Gathering Star Realm. Speaking of Kong's family and uncle, if you don't hate, it's fake.

But he didn't think about revenge, he won my life, and lost it was my life. The vast majority of people don't have source crystals, and they don't cultivate the same, and those who stand on the top of the world, and few of them have innate source crystals.

Xuanyuan Qingyu believes that without the source crystal, he must be able to stand on top of the world.

Suddenly, a fire broke out in the training camp, arrows flew like locusts, and the alarm bells in the training camp rang for a long time. The magic lights on the watchtowers and carved castles surrounding the camp illuminate the night as if it were day.

The whole training camp was boiling, the horn of emergency assembly sounded, and all the trainees were like nerve reflexes, ignoring the rain of arrows outside, desperately lining up on the playground.

Xuanyuan Qingyu and Zhao Feilong were not so stupid, the two of them sneakily hid in the corner of the dormitory. Zhao Feilong said: "What's the situation? What kind of angry thing did this Manichaeism do?"

"Isn't it a matter of anger to tie us up here?"

"So, someone came to save us?"

Before he could finish his words, a group of warriors in bright armor pressed over with great momentum. On their gray armor, there is a blood-colored cross.

"Cult of Creation. This is the armor of the Knights of the Holy Cross of the Cult of Creation. ”

"We are saved!" Zhao Feilong was about to run out excitedly, but was pulled by Xuanyuan Qingyu: "You don't want to die? Are you sure that the Holy Cross Knights will not kill us? You know, we are warriors who have been brainwashed by Manichaeism for three years." ”

Zhao Feilong was a little stupid, his mouth opened wide, but he also calmed down.

"Listen, we are the Knights of the Holy Cross of the Creator God Cult, and we have been ordered to come and rescue the boy who was brutally kidnapped by the Manichaeans and separated from his flesh and blood. You'd better throw yourself into the army, and whoever has a weapon will be killed. ”

Another voice came from the training camp: "Ladies and gentlemen, you are all saints called by the God of Light. Now that the God of Light needs you, the darkness has invaded, take up your weapons and fight for the light!"

"Fight for the light! Fight for the light!"

There are not a few students who have been completely brainwashed, they are fanatically shouting, and some are still sober, but at this time they are mixed in the crowd and are also coerced.

In addition to the perverted instructors in the training camp, there were also nearly a thousand Manichaean warriors, all of whom flocked out, shouting slogans for the God of Light, and frantically slaughtered the Knights of the Holy Cross.

Both sides are sharp and thick, and they are the respective elites of the two religions. The number of people on both sides is also almost the same, and it is a fierce battle when they are close to each other. And the coaches are like tigers into the wolf pack, their cultivation is in the star change period, and the ordinary soldiers of the Holy Cross Knights are only in the star soul stage, and only the school officers can withstand it.

But on the scene, it was the Knights of the Holy Cross who had the upper hand, and their cooperation was very tight, three or five people could flexibly form a battle formation, and every three small battle formations would form a medium battle array, and every three medium battle arrays would form a large battle array. It can be said that the Knights of the Holy Cross, a thousand-strong Knights, is a tight battle array, strangling the Manichaean soldiers little by little.

Many of the students also wielded weapons to kill them, and the Knights of the Holy Cross did not spare any hands for such people. There are also many students who are killing each other, and there are also clever ones who are taking advantage of the chaos to escape.

Zhao Feilong and Xuanyuan Qingyu were the ones who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but the target of rushing to the periphery was too obvious, and dozens of students rushed to the periphery to escape, and all of them were killed. Some were killed by the Knights of the Holy Cross, others by Manichaean warriors.

Xuanyuan Qingyu pulled Zhao Feilong, bent on his waist, and touched towards the coach's dormitory building.

Zhao Feilong said: "Aren't you looking for death inside?"

"You know. The training camp is over, you know? You see, they don't last long. ”

The battlefield was fierce, full of dead bodies, some of the Holy Cross, and some of Ledo were Manichaean. Even the coaches died several times. There was a great man in the Holy Cross Legion, who was a foot tall, and he was like a gate. A pair of chain hammers in his hands, and when the chain hammer dances, he will be smashed into meat within a kilometer. The head coach in the training camp died in his madness, and he also paid a lot of price, his big head was almost cut in half, but he didn't have to worry about his life.

"What a warrior!" Xuanyuan Qingyu admired sincerely.

", that's a brute 90 percent. They are the offspring of giants and have infinite power. If he could subdue a barbarian as a servant, he would be faithful for the rest of his life. You can kill the enemy in battle, and you will serve people on the battlefield. My desire is to subdue a servant of a barbarian. ”

Along the way, the two also encountered several attacks, all of which were avoided by him. They are not stupid to fight, if they are weak, they may be killed, and if they are strong, they will cause stronger and bigger trouble.

The coaches' dormitory building is very luxurious, this is the first time the two have entered, before, there was a danger of being killed when they watched at the door.

Zhao Feilong asked, "What are we going to do when we come in?"

"Of course, it's looking for something valuable, if you can't escape from this deep mountain and old forest, how can you live without money?"

The two acted separately, and the harvest was still there, but it was not big, because most of the dormitories where the coaches lived were locked, and the doors were iron, and it was impossible to pry them open in a short time.

Xuanyuan Qingyu found a one-handed/crossbow, but it was not made of wood, but of steel. And found a thick-backed chopping knife, as well as a bunch of first-order demon cores, as for the empire's gold and silver dollars, there are not many.

Zhao Feilong's harvest was bigger than him, a big package, bulging, holding a short axe in his hand, and came with a smile: "Qing Yu, how can we escape?"

"Of course, find a place to hide, and when all is calm again, we can walk down the hill along their path. ”