Ronald breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the mage's intact robes and began to look around. He saw that in addition to the captain, the swordsmen of the church were also disgraced. Especially the short blonde hair who was fighting against him, his back cloak was completely engulfed by the flames just now, revealing the half-body chest armor inside. And the dazzling blonde hair also became charred, emitting bursts of scorched green smoke.

He looked up slightly, and saw that the brick wall in the distance was also dark and scorched. There were also a few red-hot wooden windows, beeping with black smoke.

Even if he didn't know what kind of magic it was, but seeing that everyone was embarrassed, Ronald also knew that this kind of magic was a killing magic that did not distinguish between the group and the enemy.

Who is the madman, and how can he use magic at such close range?

Ronald suddenly felt a little lost.

Suddenly there was a wail from the rooftop, breaking the brief silence.

Ronald raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Well done!"

One of the swordsmen killed by Bruno sped up and tumbled down the roof. There was a crackling, and after a sound of tiles, the corpse fell from the eaves and smashed down on the side of the swordsmen.

Christine suddenly raised her short wooden staff and pointed sharply at the corpse.

Bang!

After the red light, the corpse suddenly burst open, startling Ronald. Although he was five or six meters away from the corpse, Ronald, who couldn't dodge, was splashed with flesh and blood, and suddenly a fishy smell wafted into his nose. Even with the defense bonus of the body protection stone skin, he still felt as if he had been punched a few times, and there was a pain in his body.

The church swordsmen next to the corpse were not as lucky as Ronald. Ronald saw that the brown-haired left shoulder had been pierced by a piece of bone!

Ronald gasped, couldn't help but grunt in his throat, and cursed in his heart.

It's all crazy!I said how could I suddenly shoot out a bunch of minced meat, so that's it!

But in the next moment, he suddenly bowed down and threw himself at the short blond hair.

Syllable!

The two fell to the ground.

The sneak attack was successful, Ronald raised his eyebrows, and he was about to slash it when he held the hilt of the sword, but he was pinched by the short golden hair that reacted. As the two wrestled with each other, a throwing knife shot out of the rooftop, stabbing precisely in the back of a church swordsman trying to rescue him. And Christine's magic arrows also forced the rest of the people back just right.

Hearing the wails of his companions, the look of resentment in the eyes of the short blond hair, who was squeezing Ronald's wrist, was even worse. Driven by anger, he suddenly exerted force and pushed Ronald under him.

Ronald, who was suppressed to the ground, felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the weapon in his hand also began to reverse under the brute force of the short blond hair.

Whew, whew.

The two of them were so close together, and the rapid breathing of the short blond hair sprayed all on the black-haired youth's face, making him feel unbearably hot. Seeing the resentful killing intent in his eyes, Ronald felt a little unbearable. He pursed his lips and began to secretly accumulate his magic as he struggled to resist.

Seeing the blade slowly cutting down, a hint of triumph flashed in the eyes of the short blond hair. But before the color dissipated, it was washed away by the cold coolness of the abdomen. He looked down and saw that the three ice blades condensed by cold ice were inserted into the lower abdomen that was not protected by light armor, and a touch of blood stained the crystal ice blade red.

Before Jin Short Hair came back to his senses, Ronald suddenly exerted force with both hands, lifted up, and propped his body up. Then, with a knee top, the body with short blond hair was kicked in. Ronald then picked up his weapon and swept it with his backhand, slicing the enemy's neck open.

The outturned flesh suddenly shot out a stream of bloody arrows, drenching Ronald's face with dampness and heat.

Damn, I'm still hiding a hand!, but after the Ice Blade, I ran out of magic......

With a random wipe, Ronald rushed towards the mage with his sword, intending to go to support.

Glancing at the two Bilemons who were still fighting on the roof, and the brown hair who had lost their combat effectiveness, a hint of determination flashed in the captain's eyes. He glanced firmly at the subordinates around him, and then opened his mouth and shouted, "For the church!"

The remaining swordsmen also burst out at the same time: "For the church!"

Then they began to sing solemn praises in unison. After the chant sounded, a burst of intense white light suddenly appeared on their bodies. That resolute and solemn demeanor can't help but be a little awe-inspiring.

The mage frowned tightly and drank Ronald, who was still charging: "Come back, don't come close!"

Ronald didn't dare to hold it up, he made a sharp stop, followed by a heel kick, and jumped back several steps.

He saw that the captain had a solemn expression, and his two-handed pillar sword stabbed down suddenly. On the cross sword of the pillar ground, a milky white light suddenly appeared, and then a milky white chain of light burst out, connecting the remaining three companions together. At the moment of connection, except for the captain, the other three people all fell to their knees, and they struggled to hold the cross sword in their hands, and their faces were pale and painful. But Ronald saw that all of them, without exception, had fanatical eyes. And the captain's eyes began to become clear and cold, as if with a bit of solemn and holy taste, which made him feel an inexplicable sense of guilt, and he didn't dare to look directly at the captain's gaze.

Mutter.

He couldn't help but grunt in his throat and took a few steps back.

Ronald, who had retreated to the mage's side, looked cautiously at the strange chain of light: "What kind of spell is this?"

The mage's tone was cold: "Sacrifice." ”

"Huh?" Ronald didn't understand, he glanced sideways, and saw Christine pursing her lips with an unusually serious expression.

"Sacrifice. ”

Christine repeated softly, and the vague light on his body gradually appeared, forming a faint round shield: "Before that state dissipates, my magic is basically ineffective against him. He glanced at Ronald, who was a little dazed: "I don't think your attack will hurt him. He suddenly snorted coldly: "Be defensive! If you can't run!"

Seeing that the mage, who had always been calm and calm, had become so serious, Ronald suddenly raised twelve points of vigilance. He followed the mage, slowly retreating.

A gentle breeze blew through the clouds overhead. Without shelter, the silver moon began to glow softly, illuminating the streets. The crimson moontops, hidden under the light of the silver moon, are still inconspicuous but stubbornly proclaiming their existence.

The whispering chant continued, but Ronald saw that the mage didn't move at all. Strangely enough, he didn't ask, but looked anxiously at the end of the street--- the door was closed and quiet, and the city guard hadn't arrived yet......

Two more wails rang out from the rooftop, and Bruno jumped down with his hat over his hat and rushed to Christine's side. His face also showed a touch of melancholy: "Do you want to run?"

The mage shook his head slightly: "This is Falken, they don't have reinforcements." ”

Bruno nodded, no more talking.

Ronald didn't mean to object, he also wanted to see how powerful the magic that made Bruno and them so nervous. But he began to feel a little anxious in his heart, and he pointed to one of the half-kneeling swordsmen who was chanting a hymn: "This one seems to be the one I saw near the castle. He paused and expressed his inner worries: "The city guard hasn't appeared yet, will it ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, Bruno reminded loudly: "Be careful!"

Ronald was startled when he saw that the three swordsmen had suddenly become describing Artemisia, just like Christine beside him. As the white chain of light that connected each other dissipated, the three swordsmen, who were as thin as skeletons, fell to the ground with a thud. Only the captain with clear and cold eyes walked slowly with a sword.

The pace was slow, but the sound of the ground was intimidating.

"Ronald, calm down and focus. Bruno sensed the discomfort on Ronald's face: "It's an additional surname of sacrifice, and it will have the effect of disturbing the mind of those who are not strong-willed." ”

At the mention of Bruno's reminder, Ronald couldn't help but gasp.

That's not just a mistake......

Call.

He took another deep breath and forced himself into a state of concentration.

The captain suddenly accelerated, and a white wind came out behind him.

So fast!

Ronald felt that his eyes could no longer catch the enemy's figure. He squinted his eyes and subconsciously slashed out a sword.

Bite!

Although he judged the enemy's sword momentum, in the next moment, the captain suddenly exerted his strength and raised Ronald's long sword high. Then, a straight kick kicked Ronald in the abdomen. Ronald only felt a churn in his abdomen, and his body involuntarily strode backwards, followed by a sweet throat, and a splash of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Bruno rushed close to the captain's side, and then the knife swept sharply towards his neck, preventing the captain Mirand's intention to pursue Ronald in time.

And the mage Christine, long before Ronald was injured, moved five meters away through the flash technique, and activated the prepared thorn entanglement. With a quick gesture of his staff, a red light flashed in front of Ronald, who was still staggering backwards, and struck the captain who was pestering Bruno.

Immediately, at the captain's feet, a small bush of thorns like the one before appeared. However, compared to the stout whip of thorns, this bush of thorns is blackish-purple, and its branches are thin and short. Under the effect of the thorns, the captain could not move for the time being, so he had to stand still and swing his sword. Even at such a disadvantage, Bruno, who is agile, will not be able to benefit at all.

Ronald resisted the churn in his abdomen and rushed over with his legs, intending to work with the blonde to knock the enemy down. Under Ronald's fierce fast attack, a rapid metallic clamour rang out, followed by a large spark that was particularly dazzling in the silent streets. However, his addition did not have much impact on the captain.

Even if he couldn't move, the captain was still able to deal with the two of them with ease. And as time passed, the thorn forest under the captain's feet began to wither.