A man also dressed in orange and yellow robes came to the archdeacon in charge, and it was obvious that he was also an archdeacon, but the actual power in power was not as great as that of the archdeacon in charge.

This time they besieged the city of Lotachette and sent a number of archdeacons, while the other archdeacons were assigned to other cities.

Because it is in a relatively safe border place, there is no eighth-level magician here.

"Are there only a dozen knights left? It seems that the national strength of the Crotia Empire is not weak! ”

The archdeacon, who was called Dirks, also sighed softly.

"Now the elders don't know where they are, I hope they can come back soon!"

The archdeacon also spoke out helplessly.

Dadada!!

I saw a hurried footstep sound, and the two archdeacons turned around and saw the person coming, he was also dressed in orange and yellow robes, and it was obvious that he was also an archdeacon.

At this moment, there was a wound on his shoulder that was a few centimeters wide, and the wound also exposed the white bones, and the bright red blood directly dyed the orange-yellow robe orange, and at the same time, the blood also flowed down like a small river, directly dyeing the ground where he was standing red.

"Glitter, are you hurt?"

The two of them also frowned and spoke at the same time, looking at this neat wound, it should have been cut by a sharp sword weapon, obviously a swordsman of the same level.

"I made a mistake and was slashed by the swordsman."

The archdeacon didn't pay much attention to it at all, and spoke in a calm tone, as if he was simply talking about an ordinary thing.

Then he tore the robe directly and pressed the arm that was about to be broken together, and the touch of the two like a strange foreign object also made him bare his teeth in pain.

It didn't take long to bandage it in front of the two archdeacons, and then take out a bottle of potion and drink it.

Hiss~

The two archdeacons also gasped, and it hurt to look at it, but he just bared his teeth and survived.

"Our phalanx is of little use to those knights, and it seems that we need to find a way."

"I'll lead the team to rush over, I'll just turn that paladin on his back."

"Nonsense!"

When the two archdeacons heard Glitter say this, they immediately rebuked angrily.

"What then? Elder, it should take some time for their battle to end. Glitter also spoke out at this time.

"Feigere, you first go and arrange for the cultists to rest and recover their magic power, and slowly figure out a way."

Archdeacon Dirks said with a sigh as he glanced at the façade of the city of Lothachet, wondering what he was pondering.

Archdeacon Figulie also turned around and arranged at this time, after all, the disciples had not rested for two days and one night, and their magic power was obviously about to bottom out.

"Instructor, we have lost more than a dozen companions this time, destroyed hundreds of enemies, and the armor is very badly damaged, I'm afraid it will rot next time after supporting it a few times."

A knight in armor was also reporting in front of this paladin at this time, his eyes full of worry.

At this time, the paladin's face was also as calm as water, and then he said: "Are the people in the maintenance shop in the inner city still there?" They should be able to repair it, though not as good as the repairers of King Crotia. ”

"But if we take it for repairs, in case the cult people attack again......" The knight also stopped talking, obviously he was extremely worried.

"In this case, you take half of the people to find the most powerful maintenance master in Lotachette City to repair, in case the people of the Cult of the Evil God attack, we still have half of the strength." The paladin also said out loud at this time, with a hint of helplessness on his face.

"But ......"

Before the knight could finish speaking, he was glared at by the instructor in front of him.

"Yes!"

The knight was also forced to be helpless, so he turned around and took half of the knights to the inner city.

These armors were all created by the strongest foundry in the royal capital, and now that the war is tight, he can only gamble.

"Paladin, are you alright?"

A sixth-level mage walked over and asked the paladin in a loud voice.

"It's fine, it's just that the armor has been damaged by too many magic attacks."

The paladin also said out loud when he heard the greeting of the sixth-level magician.

cough poof~

At this moment, a man with a long sword on his back not far from them coughed up a mouthful of blood, interrupting their conversation, and it was clear that the swordsman was now not lightly injured.

"Are you alright?"

The sixth-level magician also came to the swordsman's side and asked worriedly.

He saw the battle of this swordsman, and at that time, he took advantage of the distraction of his opponent who was the same level 6 magician as him, and injured that opponent not lightly, and similarly, he was not lightly injured.

"It's fine!"

The swordsman, despite his pale face, held on.

The main reason is that in the past two days and one night, he killed no less than hundreds of people from the Cult of Evil Gods, and then he met a sixth-level magician to get injured like this.

"Give."

At this time, the paladin on the side looked at the swordsman, who was more than seventeen years younger than him, and also handed him a bottle of potion.

"What is this?"

The swordsman was also surprised when he saw that the paladin had given him a bottle of potion.

He could see that this bottle of potion was not one of the ordinary goods on the market, and it was obvious that the bottle of potion in his hand was more advanced, and it was for the exclusive use of their knights.

"Healing potion, from the hand of a fifth-level restorer."

The paladin also spoke directly, obviously not caring about the weight of this potion, after all, they were now partners in the fight against the cult of evil gods.

"Thank you!"

The swordsman was also not pampered, so he directly took the potion, and then raised his head to drink it.

Of course, he didn't drink it directly, after all, this potion is not ordinary.

As this swordsman drank the healing potion, his face gradually recovered his blood qi, and his pale face slowly disappeared, which had to make him feel in his heart that this potion was powerful, and it was only from the hands of a fifth-level restorer.

In the Kallasde Continent, it is rumored that the number of eighth-level reverters is only five fingers, while the total number of seventh-level reverters in the whole continent is only twenty, and the number of sixth-level magicians is only forty, which is enough to show that the potions produced by the fifth-level restorers are also very advanced.

There are only a few fifth-level revenants in their city of Lotachette, and it is obvious that most of the potions they produce are supplied to these knights and magicians above level six, and it takes a lot of gold coins to get the potions sold by the fifth-level restorers, and this is still impossible to buy with money, which is enough to show the preciousness of this potion.

"Thank you for the gift, but I can't ask for it in vain, this is all my net worth, I hope you can accept this meager wealth."

I saw the swordsman take out a bag of money and hand it to the paladin in front of him, obviously he would not ask for it in vain.