In a rare clear night sky, the stars sparkle like diamonds scattered on a black velvet cloth.

Camille looked at a triangle of three stars that the pastor had told him since he was a child in seminary that the three stars that meant a lot to the church, the three gram stars that make up the crown of God the Father.

They represent suffering, despair, and sickness.

And God the Father wears them on his head as a symbol of bearing these sufferings for the world.

This is why the pastor points three times on the top of his head and on both sides of his chest and shoulders before putting his hands together.

Camille began to remember when he was a child, when his devotion to God and God was the brightest pearl in the world, without a single blemish.

Camille has spent 10,000 days and nights, and her devotion to God has become less and less firm with her experience. Now he rarely prays before bed.

In his most difficult time, the Father abandoned himself ruthlessly, how to make himself believe in him.

It was Camille's teenage years, and in order to become a paladin, he had to ride alone through the vast Paradis steppe. On one such night, he was stared at by dozens of green eyes.

Underneath those eyes were accompanied by sharp teeth that were constantly drooling. The horses had fallen in pools of blood.

He hurriedly lit the torches, but the flint that was already damp could not catch fire.

Only when the wolves began to surround him did he hastily raise his sword. As you usually train, stand up and hold the handle in both hands. But the tip of the sword was not as stable as usual, and it was trembling incessantly.

Try to calm your breathing and look around uncertainly to prevent wolves from attacking. The veteran once told him that the wolves of the steppe are cunning, and they will surround you. Dozens of eyes are staring at you, and as soon as you let go, they will attack you faster than lightning. Bite your throat in an instant. So when you encounter a wolf, you have to steady your breath, keep looking around, always pay attention to your back, and be ready to swing your sword at any time.

Camille had forgotten all about it at the time, and he acted almost instinctively. At the same time, his lips twitched, and he kept reciting the teachings. How I wish God the Father would send down a god covered in gold to help him disperse this group of evil wolves.

But it seems that God the Father also fell asleep on such nights, and no matter how much he read it, he did not send a single oracle.

When a cloud began to envelop him, the first dark shadow swooped down on him. Camille, with instinct, dodged and swung the tip of his sword. After a wail, the shadow twitched on the ground and died.

Camille didn't have the excitement of killing a wolf for the first time, on the contrary, he was still in fear. Because the green eyes around him are even more ferocious, and the low roar is getting louder and louder. As if roaring.

Camille's grip tightened, and she read the teachings faster.

The sound of breathing, which had finally calmed down, became more and more disordered, and the heart seemed to be about to beat out.

Camille kept turning and looking at the dark shadows around him, for fear that which black shadows would rush over the next moment.

The light clouds in the sky gradually drifted away, and the starlight descended on the earth again. Camille saw the wolves around her again, instead of a dark shadow. This gave him a little peace of mind.

The time was lost, and the hungry wolf also realized that Camille did not seem to be easy to mess with, and slowly retreated. Began to eat horses that had died of blood loss.

Camille stepped back nervously, he didn't dare to bet that if he let go, if the wolves rushed again, he didn't know if he would be able to parry the waves.

After escaping from the wolf's mouth, death was not far from Camille.

Without horses, the Paradis steppes, which traversed hundreds of miles, almost condemned him to death. The only thing that is fortunate is that the priest's divine power steering wheel has not been lost. Camille still relied on the grassroots to get out of the Paradis steppe.

From then on, Camille felt that the sword in his hand was more reliable than that of the Father.

The sky is so clean at night, it looks like tomorrow will definitely be sunny and windy. Hopefully, Marr will continue to take advantage of the victory and pursue him, so that he can lose fewer soldiers.

Mal has already faced the Dragon's Breath for the second time, having been caught off guard by a hot air balloon at the Iowa Ferry last time. He also made up for his knowledge about hot air balloons, and now the air bag flying in the sky is far less shocking to him than it was at the beginning. That hot air balloon has nothing but the advantage of taking advantage of the altitude dip spot reconnaissance.

He had now decided to try his luck between the Wind Knights and Stone Mountain City, where the defenses were the weakest.

Although the dwarves have short legs, they are muscular and can run quickly.

The voice of "Agri, Agri!" echoed over the battlefield.

However, this time the Dragon's Breath Legion is also ingenious, and artillery defense alone can't withstand these dwarves. The mage pops up a few fireballs and flies to the front line of the trenches. Quickly ignite the oil, and the flames continue to crawl along the oil, like a snake lying on the ground and growing.

Several reckless dwarves immediately set themselves on fire and quickly rolled on the ground, while his comrades surrounded him to extinguish the fire on his body. Taking advantage of the fire oil to delay the dwarves, the artillery continued to fire cannonballs. Blow up the dwarves gathered around the oil and smash them.

However, the dwarves have also fought against the Dragon's Breath Legion and know how to deal with the fire oil. Spread the shield over the oil and let the soldiers walk over.

And then the soldiers were greeted with guns.

Pablo was still a little dissatisfied, the musketeers were slow. And the reloading was so busy that they all spilled black powder on the ground.

But he couldn't ask for anything too much, because these people had just come on after an emergency training session. He didn't have the specially trained soldiers of the Iron Fist.

Paro was envious of the Iron Fist, and so was Mal.

In such a short period of time, the establishment of such a line of defense must be indispensable with the help of the magician and Nolan's engineering team. This oil is also a specialty of the south of Rune, but Ortuno does not have it.

In terms of equipment and logistics, Rune's army was much better than theirs.

And his big rear is still thinking about withdrawing his troops.

"Beat the drums and call it off. ”

The adjutant couldn't believe what he heard.

"Collect the troops. ”

Marr nodded.

"Well, otherwise the cavalry of the Rune coalition will surround you from behind. When the time comes, we will be surrounded, and this life will be given here. ”

When the adjutant heard this, he instantly understood, and immediately began to give orders, beating drums and withdrawing troops.

Mal was only a little tempted this time, and he didn't really want to attack.

At present, although this defense line is small, it is first-class. The artillery he had just heard felt like there were more than thirty guns. With the addition of two fire magicians, this can be regarded as a luxury facelift.

Moreover, this place is easily surrounded by the troops of the Wind Knight and Stone Mountain Castle.