The torn and broken bodies of the weapons littered the streets, the mud and sand on the ground soaked dark red with blood, and the urine and stinking entrails smelled disgusting on the hot grit. The battle between the Quaids and the Papal soldiers had been going on for several prayers, but the fighting was still raging.

The weapon swung with an air-tearing screech, and the brave and fearless soldier fell to the ground with a wail. The warriors of both clans had fallen into madness, but the Holy See still had some infantry, and the deputy priest ordered them to wait outside the battlefield to defend against possible city guards or to deliver the final blow when the barbarians were exhausted.

Before he knew it, the scorching sun Estel was obscured by the clouds drifting from the southwest, leaving only a vague and shiny outline of the people on the ground. The people of Harusa could tell that it was a rain cloud, carrying the fishy smell of the North Sea through the Grand Duchy of Lucius. Summers in the narrow strip of land of the Golden Corridor are usually not too hot, mainly because of the never-ending sea breeze that blows onshore.

Surrounded by a dozen knights, Riga was covered in wounds. The Quaid were brave and powerful against these elite warriors, even wielding greatswords and round steel forearm shields as skillfully as they wielded their arms. Although the hunters after the madness are as brutal as giant bears, the hunting nets woven by the deputy priests with the help of knights and priests are as tough as tinsel.

The blood splashed on the hunter's face as he killed the enemy crusted into a crust, mingling with his golden hair and beard, growing like a bush of rotting and blackened dead grass at the bottom. The quid's robes had also been cut into strips of cloth, leaving the knight with a dozen blood grooves on him, but the Harusa who had been knocked down by Riga was able to recover quickly under the healing of the Knights.

The deputy priest looked at the barbarian who had turned from attacking to parrying in the encirclement, and finally a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth. He waved his scepter for the soldier to hold the half-elf over, then mocked in a serious way, "The god of wisdom is above." Half-elves with filthy blood, you'll soon be able to shake off your pain and return to the arms of the gods of nature. Still, I'm curious if the goddess will also allow the betrayer to ascend to the kingdom of God. ”

"Priest with poison in his mouth, you should be in the company of demons in hell. Seradil cursed weakly. The half-elves had withered hair, pale faces, and even white skin on their lips curled up from thirst. He struggled with his dirty, wide, burlap coat, causing the guards to angrily whip him on the back with the hilt of their spears.

The deputy priest did not answer the half-elf, because a herald hurried over to deliver the order from the diocese. "God above, I wish you peace, Lord Gree. Other churches in the parish are being attacked by the city guards, so the Priest of Lakal asks you to send some soldiers to help them first. All for the sake of the Holy See. ”

"I don't have any extra manpower right now. Enraged by the 'request', the officiating priest roared in response to the herald. "The warriors of the Church are the most valiant soldiers, and they will surely hold off the noble lackeys who blaspheme the gods. He let out a high-pitched cry in his normally gentle throat as he slammed his scepter against the ground.

It wasn't until he noticed that the soldier was trembling with fear at his voice that the deputy priest stopped wandering and considered speaking to the herald. "Tell Priest Lakal that I will send reinforcements after an hourglass. He should know what I'm doing? ”

The herald ordered the soldiers to salute respectfully and hastily before leaving, but the infantry running from the street junction made everyone nervous. "It's the city guards, and there are definitely more than three hundred of them. And the cavalry!" The believer screamed in panic, so that the deputy priest couldn't help but order the guards to kill him.

A longbowman accepted the order, but when he pulled the bowstring, he spotted the city guard following the soldier. Dressed in chain mail, long green coats with swords and olives, and helmets with long red feathers covering their heads, the guards were as fancy as a flock of peacocks, but the Quaid cheered for their arrival.

At the front of the city guard were two groups of cavalry, and behind them was a figure. Dressed in chain mail rubbed with wild boar oil, the knight with the smell of scent and rust gripped his horse's belly as he squeezed his horse's belly. The style is the same as that of the Harusa, but the pattern is a long coat of a silver dragon draped over armor and horses, and the dragon Enus centurion, who does not know how to find the noble army, shouts and lays down the spear. "Great Platinum Dragon God, please protect your people and win the war!"

Looking at the Papal soldiers running desperately a few yards ahead, the centurion kicked his spurs and leaned down. The tall and sturdy quick-stepping horses immediately charged, rushing to the front like a maroon whirlwind.

Long Yinus only felt his arm sink, and then he watched through the gap left by the huge flat-capped helmet as the soldier in the blue robe was pierced with a spear**, and finally wailed and danced and was pinned hard to the hot sand. The soldier lost his breath after spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the thick, hot blood immediately flowed down the shaft of the spear, slowly seeping into the dry, thirsty sand like a writhing earthworm.

The centurion immediately shouted for joy, but the church longbowmen released their bowstrings at this moment. The arrow swirled in the air and flew towards the Dragoninus, screaming in his stunned eyes and striking at the hastily raised oak shield. The steel-forged arrows pierced the rim of the shield, then bent and slammed into the flat-topped helmet as they were blocked, and the cavalry almost fell in dizziness with a "boom".

Only a group of guarded priests were the first to panic, and they had already unleashed a large number of divine spells on the battlefield. The spells that need to be released to drain their life force have already made them feel the fatigue of their souls. "Lord Deputy Priest, this operation must be abandoned. The charging cavalry of the City Guard can easily tear us apart. A tall priest shouted in the confusion, scepter and a small flail in his hand, seemingly ready for hand-to-hand combat with his enemies.

"Kill that Quaid! you must kill him!" the deputy priest cried out as if he couldn't hear him. The Papal Knight began to swing his greatsword harder, but the next scene made all the Harusa people stunned.

A low, angry roar came from the hunter's chest, and the Quaid hissed and ripped off his clothes, letting pinches of long, silver-hard white hair emerge from his body. The gaping mouth expands into a thick bear's snout, and the hands holding the tomahawk become bear paws. The ring that the druid had left for Riga helped the hunter once again, transforming him from a human form into a monstrous bear in just a few breaths.

"Despicable Terrans, enjoy the wrath of the gods and me!" )