I saw that Elena was gone, and I was ready to put oil on the soles of my feet and slip away. But as soon as I turned around, I saw the more than 20 legless paladins crawling on the ground with difficulty in heavy armor, and I couldn't bear it. Damn, it's just an NPC, why can't I put it down, it's just that the game "God Realm" is too real. I sighed, lost my invisibility, and stepped out of the bushes, pretending to be passing by.

"Guys, what's going on?" I trotted all the way over, and the smell of blood gave me a little headache, and I thought I must be crazy, what if that Elena turned around and came back? Killing me with a knife would be a trivial matter, and if she did the same as these paladins did, unloading my legs and telling me to crawl slowly on the ground, I would have gone crazy. I've made up my mind that if this happens, I'm going to sue Genz Electronics and get him millions back.

"You all seem to have received very serious injuries, is there anything you can do to help?" I added one more sentence.

Grimlock glanced at me with a sweaty face, then slowly turned from initial excitement to some disappointment, and muttered, "It's an assassin." ”

Damn, occupational discrimination is so serious. I'll admit that assassins can't add blood or poison to get rid of diseases, but you don't have to look at me like that. If I were a pastor, you would have knelt down on the spot and wept and shouted that the Holy Light would not manifest itself. Oh, I forgot, his legs flew early, and he couldn't kneel down even if he wanted to. I was a little angry and wanted to walk away.

Suddenly, Grimrock spoke, his voice a little shaky, "It's great that you can help." Can you help me hold this hand first. My other hand has to be used to cast Divine Grace. There are no extra hands to butt the wound, bothering you. ”

Hey, I still can't make up my mind to leave, let's help people to the end. I picked up Grimlock's severed hand, stripped off the armor and gloves that remained, and carefully docked the severed hand at Grimlock's elbow. Grimlock put his other hand, five fingers slightly open less than three centimeters above the joint, then closed his eyes slightly, his mouth was full of words, and a soft milky white light filled his palm, slowly covering the wound. This sleep lasted for about a minute, the white light from the wound dissipated, and Grimlock reopened his eyes, sweating profusely, but his expression was delighted.

"It worked." Grimrock looked at the hand he had just taken over, as if admiring a masterpiece. He moved his five fingers and found nothing out of the ordinary. I was also amazed at the power of divine grace, if this thing could be brought to real life, then many old military doctors would have to be laid off, and if they were cut off in a minute, they would scare you to death.

Grimlock let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his face, and then said to me, "Can you please help us get the broken leg back?" It would be too much effort for us to crawl over and look for it. ”

Oh, you're really gasping for fat, when I'm your servant who comes and goes when you call me. For the sake of your politeness, I don't care about you. I walked into the forest in the direction he had instructed, but luckily my senses were sharp, and it didn't take much effort to get all the broken legs back for me. But I immediately ran into a very tricky problem, so many legs, the devil knows who's who. The people of the Silver Angel Regiment also looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Who told them to dress uniformly, this time you know the drawbacks.

At this time, I felt a very slight tremor in the ground under my feet. Instinctively, I pulled out my twin knives and whispered to Grimlock, "Hey, uncle, do you feel the ground tremble?" ”

"Uncle? I'm only thirty, okay? Grimlock sat on the floor and grumbled, then pricked up his ears with bated breath to listen to the movement around him. The flutter was regular, about every two seconds, and so on. The only difference is that this shiver feels more and more intense. I can't help but think of the scene from the famous movie "Jurassic Park" where the Tyrannosaurus rex arrives. How could there be something like a Tyrannosaurus rex here, and the Lord God was too uncreative, I smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Lean meat, lean meat, fatty meat, pork belly, Mr. Heavy Fist wants to eat fresh meat! Uhhahahaha! "With a rude laugh, an ugly monster appeared in our field of vision, with a one-horned, one-eyed, bloody mouth, a fat belly, a falling ass, stubby limbs, and finally, a mace about the size of the front wheel of a steamroller. A one-eyed ogre more than three meters tall! Oh my boss. This is the stupid monster that Elena is talking about.

Before he came back to his senses, he saw a black dot suddenly float in the sky, and it fell directly on the single horn on the forehead of the ogre who claimed to be "Mr. Heavy Fist", which was a black crow with a whole body, and the crow shouted in a voice like a broken gong before he could stand firmly: "Mr. Heavy Fist is a fool, Mr. Heavy Fist is an idiot, and Mr. Heavy Fist is an imbecile." ”

Mr. Heavy Punch picked up one of his fingers like a baby, stopped and stood there and muttered to himself: "What is a fool, what is an idiot, what is an imbecile?" However, it sounds like it's delicious, and Mr. Heavy Punch likes it. Uh-hahahaha. ”

Hearing that, combined with that almost neurotic laughter, I felt like I was going to collapse. It's said that ogres don't have a high IQ, but it's not so outrageous.

"The Light curses this wicked creature." Grimlock cursed righteously, then called out to me, "Good Samaritan, please hand me that leg." The armor on that knee was a little worn. Yes, that's the one, that's my left leg, thank you. ”

Khan~, how do you feel like I sell pork in the vegetable market. I seem to hear someone say to me: yes, boss, it's the one with a little butter, yes, it's the hoof, my kids like to eat a little oil...

The thigh wound is much larger than the arm, and it is much more laborious and longer to treat, and requires more attention from the caster. The double reed of the ogre and the crow singing and harmonizing obviously disturbed the minds of many people, and although many people found their legs, there were many accidents in the process of connection, and they had to start from scratch.

At this time, suddenly a solemn singing voice fluttered in the blink of an eye. When I looked back, it turned out that it was Grimlock who had already connected his legs, and he had stuck his sword in the ground in front of him, and he knelt on one knee facing the sword, crossed his hands on his chest, and sang the hymn with a reverent face:

I beg the Light to guide me out of the black barrier and guide me forward!

The night is long, and I am far away from home, leading me forward!

I don't ask the Lord to guide the way afar,

I only plead, leading step by step.

…

Grimlock began, and the other paladins sang along. Expressions of anxiety, fear, and uneasiness gradually disappeared from everyone's faces, and were replaced by firm, composed, and unyielding looks. The paladin, who had not yet connected his legs, stabilized his mind and quickly completed the final work with the help of his companion, whose legs had already recovered freely. The members of the Silver Angels were reinvigorated.

I was still amazed at the power of the chant, and Grimlock had put his broad hand on my shoulder: "Good stranger, tell me your name, the Silver Angels are forever grateful for your kindness." ”

"Madara... Turtle dove. "I said my name.

"Lady Turtledove, is it?" Grimlock took a step back, then took an upright position, his sword held straight up in front of his chest, and the other paladins lined up with him in the same pose. Grimlock shouted, "Salute to the honorable Lady Turtledove." As soon as the words fell, the group of paladins all bent down in unison, and at the same time, the system voice also came out:

Your reputation in the Good Camp has increased dramatically. Your prestige in the Silver Angels has reached the level of respect. Congratulations, the prestige of the Silver Angels is the most hard to mix, you're such a lucky one. Back in the day... Oops, boss, don't smoke me, I'm just feeling... I'm going to get angry if I hit me in the face again... Damn, you're really fighting...

… I'm sorry, 10143258 player, on behalf of all the members of the Divine Realm broadcast system, I would like to express my deepest apologies to you...

Even the system sound came to add chaos at this time, which is really irritating. was in a hurry, and suddenly felt a cold forehead, hurriedly touched it with his hand to take a look, and immediately became angry. Damn, a piece of bird. "Turtledoves are fools, turtledoves are idiots, turtledoves are imbeciles." The raven began to circle around my head and make noise, and I swung my knife to cut the crow, but suddenly I noticed that the crow seemed to be seen somewhere.

"It's Lord Boggs, it's been a long time." I smiled shyly in a 180-degree turn, put away my knife obscenely, and rubbed my hands together, "I don't know what you're doing here." ”

Actually, I'm not afraid of Boggs, it's mainly the fat man behind it, the three-meter-tall giant who is staring at me with a mace. It was as if all I had to do was touch one of Box's feathers, and he would crush me into a meatloaf and bake it and eat it. People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

"Ah, there's nothing to do with it, anyway, Lord Arya is busy preparing for the second trial. Those of us who eat white food are on vacation. Box's flutter landed on my shoulder, and it glanced at the paladin in front of me, "Ah, what about the light paladins of the Silver Angels." Looks like you're consuming a lot of mana, and you're fighting with someone? What a bunch of unbehaving children. ”

Grimlock watched stupidly as I chatted intimately with a crow, and then saw the crow lecture him in the tone of an elder, and the sight of the three-meter-tall behemoth seemed to obey the crow, and the whole person was stunned. It's not that I don't know, it's that the world is changing fast, and birds and beasts have turned over to become masters. He stammered a little and asked, "Excuse me... You are... Which one? I've never seen you at all. ”

"Quack, quack, quack." Box spread his wings and screamed, "You haven't been to Alcatraz, so you certainly don't know me. Actually, even if you've been there, you may not be able to guess that I'm actually the night watchman of Alcatraz, Cassio Opia. However, my soul has been purified with the help of Lord Arya. With the permission of the Lord God, I have been released from Alcatraz. I'm just a regular raven now, Arya's mouthpiece, and my name is Boggs. ”

I didn't expect that Box still has a background, and he sounds like a very dazzling and stylish name, and he also has a certain relationship with Alcatraz. It seems that the wooing strategy I took at the beginning was completely correct. Grimlock was stunned by it, and couldn't speak for a while, but I guessed from his look that he didn't really have a clue at all.

The fat ogre here cried out unwillingly, "Aunt Box, Mr. Heavy Punch wants to eat meat." ”

"It's not Aunt Boggs, it's Sister Boggs. You idiot fool imbecile, you need to say it a few times before you understand. Boggs spread his wings and shouted at the stupid and cute fat man, "If you want to eat meat, knock out Mr. Heavy Punch, and only when you defeat Mr. Heavy Punch will you have meat to eat." ”

"Down with Mr. Heavy-Handed, down with Mr. Heavy-Handed." The ogre struck himself in the head with a mace, and the mountain cracked with a loud bang, and then I watched the fat man's footsteps begin to blur, and then he fell like a collapsed mountain, still muttering, "Down with Mr. Heavy-handed, there's meat to eat." Eventually, he slammed into the ground, twisted his neck, and fainted.

Is this a powerful ogre? It seems that he has learned a way to deal with ogres without blood. Over there, Grimlock briefly recounted his encounter with Elena and Boggs.

"It turned out to be Elena." Boggs muttered thoughtfully, "I'm just talking about who this powerful aura is." It's strange, she didn't obediently go to Alcatraz Island to receive re-education, what did she do in the Land of Chaos? There has never been a divine envoy who has dared to disobey the will of the Lord God. At least, not outside of Alcatraz. ”

"Oh yes, so what are you going to do next?" Box asked enthusiastically.

"I have decided to send two people back to report Elena's disobedience to the will of my lord Ann Weir first, and the rest of the people will continue to follow Elena with me." Grimlock replied in a firm tone.

"Quack." Box screamed again, "Elena has been chasing hair fifty kilometers away." Allow me to be honest, you don't have enough strength to stuff her teeth. Originally, you were in the good camp, I was in the evil camp, and I had no reason to help you. Still, for the sake of having a bastard here who has a good relationship with you. I can tell you a little advice, the energy in Elena's body is very unstable at the moment, and you had better call your An Wei'er to invite the Lord God out and take care of it yourself. Some things can't be done with passion and belief alone, and strength is the key factor that ultimately determines everything. ”

"Forgive me for not being obedient, the profession that my Lord has given me is more important than my life. If we fail to complete our mission, we can only apologize with death. Grim Rock politely rejected Boggs' suggestion.

"Paladins are dead. I'm not glad to see you dead on the horns. If you don't want to go back, I'll send you back myself!" Box snarled in displeasure. A transparent, glassy object, boxy, appeared between the Silver Angels and Box. In the very center of the glass there is a small vortex resembling a black hole that is slowly rotating and gradually expanding.

"Arkema, Midnight Ghost, send these devout disciples where they should go." With Boggs screaming, Grimlock was surprised to find himself contorting with the space around his body and spinning like water in a toilet bowl, flowing into the center of the black vortex. After a few moments, all the silver angels were gone. After completing its mission, the piece of glass shattered into countless small pieces with a clatter, and fell to the ground and turned into a little shining dust.

"Mirroring." Boggs looked at me dumbfounded and sneered disdainfully, "A pediatric spell that uses the gap between time and space to forcibly transfer human fire objects from one space to another, only needs to consume fifty points of magic power, of course, this has to be cultivated to the highest level to have such an effect... Hey, I said don't look at me drooling. I'm not going to teach you this spell. By the way, you didn't tell me you were here like this. ”

How can I covet your spell, I'm thinking about the ** you had last time, the last time was too fast to see clearly, this time in the wilderness, I have to see enough, thinking about it, I stretched my black hand towards the ankle ring on its claws.