The Shining Moon is the longest month of daylight, and the county of Kailon, located in the southern part of the Principality of Birds of Paradise, can already see the scene of a bumper wheat harvest everywhere, and it is really a busy month for farmers. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wheat maturity period is short, harvest time is strong, weather changes have a great impact on the final yield of wheat, if continuous rainy weather, often make wheat can not be harvested in time, threshing, etc., resulting in wheat lodging, graining, ear germination mildew, then see the hand of the crop is over.

Rekad Barov was sweating profusely in a field of golden wheat, wielding his scythe in his hand with all his might, and the damn weather made him feel like bacon on a stove, or the kind with a sprinkle of salt and pepper.

While he was harvesting the wheat, he laughed at the foolish believers who were doing boring worship while staring at the hourglass and harvesting the crops. If faith in the Holy Spirit can be more useful than the sickle in your hand, then I will follow them to the church to recite prayers, after all, it is cooler to stay in the house.

But no, faith cannot be eaten, and those arrogant priests and nuns will only look at you with a smile when they collect the "tithe" tax from you. Yes, that look was also given by Old Bren next door, and that was the look he had every time he shaved those stupid sheep.

Recard felt that he was the wisest farmer, and although he had never been to a monastery or a school, and he could count all the words he knew on ten fingers, he saw some things better than many people, and he told his son not to be a bullshit paladin, and that it was much more comfortable to go to the monastery and be a clergyman than his bullshit dream, and the two had a big quarrel over it.

"Just these two of you, you are still learning from others to crusade against some evil undead creatures! Beware of dying outside!"

In the end, Recard couldn't stop his angry son, but he thought that the more powerful priests or adventurers would always rush to kill the powerful monsters as usual, and then boasted that he had finally defeated the demon king who destroyed the world by himself after several days and nights of fighting. Well, they always like to brag that they are a person, not like a dense crowd of ants surrounding a bedbug, besides, where in the principality there are so many world-destroying demon kings who pop up all day long for people to put a bounty.

His stupid son is slower than a human, and his brain is not flexible enough, so he probably can't even grab the bones of monsters, so there shouldn't be any danger.

Carred didn't say it, when others mentioned it, he was like a lit gunpowder, but in fact, he was worried about his son to death, while sweating and raining down to harvest wheat, while thinking about it, thinking that he would have to run back again in despair, but this time, maybe he should scold less, not too harsh?

Silently estimating when his son would return, Carede cut his hand in a distraction. However, he didn't even have time to hold back the bleeding wound, and when Old Brun hurriedly led a priest to bring his son's obituary, Carred felt a chill all over, and the whole wheat field and the two men in front of him were spinning, and then he fainted as soon as it was dark.

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In a desolate wilderness on the northwestern border of County Kerone, a fierce battle is raging.

On the one hand, it is a classic iron triangle combination dominated by paladins and monks, supplemented by priests, with tan, milk and output. Their opponent was a guy in full armor, and he ...... It was the missing Bai Huang.

At this time, the battle situation entered a white heat, although it was not as numerous as the previous crusade team, but the three mid-level priests who cooperated tacitly were obviously more threatening than the rabble.

"Accept the sanction of the Holy Light, evil undead!" the priest raised the cross in his hand and emitted a fierce holy light, but it was blocked by one of the opponent's bone shields, and at the same time, the white yellow sword slashed back the monk diagonally, and then raised the shield to block the holy blow of the paladin.

Unlike the priests who inevitably proclaimed their righteousness every time they lost their skills, Bai Huang was always silent and cold, defending against attacks and casting spells without saying a word, and his whole body exuded a strong aura of death, which was completely different from when he was in the Nibelungen.

Taking a step forward, Bai Huang directly raised his shield to suppress the paladin, feeling the power from the opponent's shield, the paladin decisively withdrew and retreated, but a vortex composed of the power of death suddenly appeared on the ground.

Bai Huang's silent release of the "Dead Restraint" made the paladin's body stagnate, and the rich power of death seemed to turn into wisps of resentment wrapped around him. Seeing this, the priest hurriedly dispelled the negative state on his body and blessed him with "holy blessings", and the warm holy light dispelled the death power wrapped around the paladin's body, but he did not hesitate to bless himself with a holy shield technique, and then the long sword containing the power of death broke the holy shield shrouded in the surface of his body with a blow, and slashed at his shield with residual momentum.

"Bang!" accompanied by a piercing clash, the paladin almost couldn't maintain his body and fell backwards, the Holy Strike and the Death Strike, which were also simple and direct attacks infused with the power of the weapon, but the contrast between before and after was so strong, it was evident that there was a huge gap between the users.

Bai Huang just wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but the monk on the side stepped forward, and the fist containing divine power directly collided with Bai Huang's long sword. Even if he was an ascetic who specialized in tempering the flesh, a mid-level monk should not be so powerful, and it was obvious that the fist belt wrapped around the opponent's hand was a blessed divine weapon.

The monk who took the lead was undoubtedly the most powerful of the trio, not only with powerful equipment, but also skilled in melee combat, powerful and brave in attack, with the assistance of the priest and the containment of the paladin, posing a great threat to Bai Huang.

However, this battle was destined from the beginning, and the winner could only be Bai Huang, although he only controlled the power of the middle rank, but the pure death power in his body was comparable to the peak of the high rank. If it had been a month ago, the three of them might have survived, but now Bai Huang would no longer be indecisive.

Moments later, the trio was overwhelmed by the constant fierce fighting. Bai Huang seized the opportunity to resist the attack of the other two, so that the priest's blood stained the white robe, and without the assistance of the priest, the monk seemed to be restrained, and then still could not escape the fate of death, the last paladin was wrapped around the body by the power of death, and the sharp long sword pierced the throat of the paladin who was unable to kneel, and blood gushed out, plating a layer of blood for the long sword.

"Since you will carry out your righteousness, then I will let you die as you wish!"

The desolate battlefield left behind three sighing corpses and Bai Huang's cold and merciless declaration.

Slowly walking towards the vast mountains, Bai Huang's mind was full of memories of this time.