At the head of the procession, a man about thirty years old, dressed in a white robe, wearing the Viscount's Medal on it, was followed by a group of people dressed as peasants, among whom four peasants carried a coffin, and there was a faint cry from the coffin. 【】

Slanbergé slowly stepped out of the carriage and watched the funeral procession with a frown. The nobleman on the fork in the road also saw that the education brought to him by the privilege of Sranberge was enough for him to understand what the priestly robe that Sranberger was wearing represented, and the nobleman couldn't help but pause, and the farmers behind him also stopped, and exchanged low voices.

"May I ask who is in the coffin?" asked Slan Berge, raising his voice.

"Your Excellency is my son. The nobleman replied respectfully.

"Then you are going to ......"

"My son, my son is suffering from a serious disease, and the doctor in the town said that there is no way to treat it, and he can live for a few days at most, and I can't bear to see my child suffering from the disease, so ...... So I thought ......"

"Nonsense!" Slanberge's face turned cold: "Open the coffin and let me see." ”

"Understood. The nobleman looked surprised and delighted, turned around and shouted, "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and put down the coffin and pry it open!"

"This old god is spreading the glory of the God of Light again. Buzzurellano smiled: "Let's go down too." ”

An Fei and others have different expressions, in fact, in order to expand their influence and recruit more believers, each religion claims to be able to relieve people from the suffering of illness. In the same way, the cultists of the goddess of nature have done it no less. Strictly speaking, he Buzureano is also a god, but he doesn't talk about goddesses all day long.

Soon. The coffin was pried open, and the cry paused for a moment, and then became unusually loud, as if to protest the abandonment he had suffered. Slanberger walked over slowly, and sure enough, there was a child lying in the coffin, wrapped in black linen. Only a small face was revealed, the face was pale, and the cheeks were so thin that the face was full of wrinkles.

"How old is this kid?"

"More than a year old. ”

"You're ruthless. Slanberger sneered.

"My lord, I really can't help it, I only have this one son......" the nobleman replied with a bitter and timid face.

Slanberger bent down and gently picked the child out. With a kind smile on his face, a hundred beautiful words are not as good as doing a practical deed, and this truth is understood by Slanbergé, and it is even more clearly stipulated in the doctrine. The priests of the Quartet will do their part when they encounter this kind of thing.

Anfei jumped out of the carriage after Buzzureano and glanced around. Then his eyes turned to Slanbergé's body, and suddenly a little yellow thing caught An Fei's attention, and after merging with the heart of nature, his vision became very sharp, even if he didn't touch that kind of mysterious induction, he could see things in the distance, and at this moment, he clearly saw that the child had a layer of calluses on his heels, and they were calluses!

In the blink of an eye, An Fei's figure had already rushed forward, and he shouted angrily, "Be careful!" Before the words fell, the air element condensed in the palm of An Fei with extreme speed, and then An Fei struggled to project the element gun in his hand.

Although Slanberge was a priest of light who was not good at close combat, his reflexes were almost extreme, and when he heard Anfei's warning, Slanberge raised his arms without hesitation and threw the child in his arms out, but at the same time, the child's face showed a cunning and smug smile that only adults can have, and a little cold light cut through the black linen cloth and stabbed into the heart of Slanberge.

Blood splattered, Slanberge was already wounded, he staggered backwards, and the strange child actually levitated in the air, trying to pursue Slanberge, the screaming elemental spear that pierced the sky bought a little time for Slanberge, and this time was enough, a layer of light shield appeared out of thin air, shrouded Slanberge inside, and in front of him, dense vines and plants appeared, some of the vines shook and rolled towards the child, and the other part was entangled to form a green protective net, which was the magic released by Buzureano.

"How so? You...... You're not my son! you're ......," the nobleman jumped suddenly.

The child's figure bypassed, bypassing the entanglement of vines and plants, passing through the cold light in the nobleman's hand, and the nobleman's head had risen to the sky.

The funeral farmers were dumbfounded, but they knew very little, and the boy didn't bother to do anything to them, and his floating figure swayed into the air, and once again avoided the entanglement of vines and plants, and fled into the distance. But as soon as his figure activated, another sharp wind shot out, and the child turned around and waved the dagger in his hand, just in time to block the lightning arrow, but the wind blade attached to the arrow penetrated through it, and shot the pale cyan light of the child's body

A hazy layer of something disintegrated the Wind Blade's attack.

The child suffered because his body was too small and his mass was limited, although the wind blade did not cause damage, but it made his body roll in the air involuntarily, and when he stabilized his body again, he saw An Fei more than ten meters away and the longbow that had been drawn again in An Fei's hand.

"Stay. An Fei said indifferently.

The child's body froze, at this time, whoever moves first will occupy the disadvantage, An Fei shoots first, the child may avoid the arrow, and then escape, the child moves the pursuing arrow first, which may cause him a heavy blow, the magic shield was destroyed in the attack just now, and he has no support.

At this moment, Susanna, who was wrapped in fighting spirit, forced up from the side, and Buzureano stood coldly behind An Fei, he didn't care about the siege, so he only released his magic once from beginning to end. A strange flash of sharpness flashed in the child's eyes, and a fluctuation that was imperceptible to the naked eye swept towards An Fei. An Fei didn't move, and the arrow on the string was still firmly pointed at the child's chest, and this level of mental attack could not have any effect on him at all.

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The child's eyes showed a look of pain, his body shook, and he involuntarily fell to the ground, and the pain of mental backlash made him temporarily lose the ability to control himself, and at this moment, Susanna's sword drew an arc in the air, stabbing straight at the child's shoulder, An Fei also let go of his hand, and the arrow shot out.

The child let out an unwilling scream, but unfortunately this sound could not be used as a weapon to hurt the opponent, Susanna's long sword had pierced the child's left shoulder, and the strong force made the long sword penetrate the opponent's body and then pierce the right shoulder, and An Fei's arrow also hit the child's chest, creating a large bloody hole in the left chest.

"Let's go back the way we came, let's go right away!" An Fei retracted his longbow into the spatial ring, turned around and shouted.

"Wait...... Bring his weapon. Slanbergé said in a deep, muffled voice, and then added, "Be careful. ”

An Fei was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and snatched the sword from Susanna's hand, slashing the child's arm and slashing the child's arm, the tip of the sword piercing the child's right hand at a point. Since Slanbergé said to be careful, then it must not be careless, and this cruel thing is not suitable for Suzanne to do.

The four accompanying druids had already rushed up and supported Slanberger left and right, but unfortunately Slanberger did not appreciate it and pushed away those druids, standing there stubbornly, as a peak powerhouse, he had his own pride, even if he was injured, he was unwilling to rely on the help of others. The torn priest's robes on his chest revealed a gap, and the well-maintained muscles of Slanberger could be faintly seen, and strangely the muscles at the wound were constantly changing color, sometimes black, sometimes pale.

An Fei walked over with a long sword, and Silan Berge silently removed the dagger in the corpse's hand, and the expression on his face was complicated: "It's Anassia, this is her revenge." ”

"Cursed Fang!?" Buzureano recognized the dagger.

"Blame me for being careless. Slamberger smiled bitterly and said, "I only think of necromancers, but I forget about those assassins who are willing to be with the devil. ”

"My lord, time is running out, we should go back immediately!" An Fei said softly, if you are a warrior with a necromancer, Lamberge is definitely the main force of the main force, in the country of mercenaries, An Fei has seen countless zombies turned into ashes under the magic of Ranberge, and now Ranberge is injured, and the future is worrying, An Fei does not want to take risks.

"Nope. Slanberge shook his head: "You don't know Annasita, we can't go back now, we can only move forward." ”

"Onward?" Anfei's gaze turned to Buzureano.

"The old god is right. Buzureano said lightly.

"What? Anfei, are you scared?" Slanberger smiled, "Don't worry, such a curse won't affect me." ”

An Fei breathed a sigh of relief, he could see that the wound on Slanberge's chest was about seven or eight centimeters long, the wound was not deep in the flesh, but it was not shallow, but it was just that Slanberger should have cast some kind of light magic, and the blood flowed out very slowly. In any case, such an injury is not light, but what Slanberger cares about is not the injury, but the curse, you can imagine how powerful that curse is.

In fact, in this world, there are countless people who have the talent to become the peak of the strong, but the vast majority of people have fallen on the road of the strong for various reasons or mistakes, and the people who have survived standing on the top of the pyramid are the elite of the elite, and the difficulties and dangers they have experienced are unimaginable to ordinary people, deception, traps, injuries and other negative factors will not only not affect their state, but will provoke a war spirit like a rainbow, at this moment, Slanbergé and Buzureano have shown the pride that only the truly strong can have.