Hearing this scream, Aaron and Eleanor's reactions were very different.

Years of training muscle memory allowed Aaron to parry in an instant.

Stand upright, feet apart, left foot in front, right foot behind, long sword facing in front of you, wrist concentration, right hand grip on the hilt, thumb buckled on handguard, to ensure that at any moment can quickly respond to the enemy.

However, Aaron's left hand did not grip the lower part of the sword like the standard Purple Dragon Knight's tactics, but was pressed against the point of contact between the wrist of his right hand and the hilt of the sword, and the palm of his hand was slightly open.

This is not a normal standard knight's sword parry posture.

The correct knight's sword parry stance should be to hold the left hand in the second half of this long sword while controlling the blade with the strength of both arms.

Generally speaking, the body of a one-handed longsword is divided into two ends, the first half is the "weak side", which is mainly responsible for piercing and slashing, and the second half is the "strong side", which is actually no different from the two-handed blunt weapon (long stick and sledgehammer), and the strong side of many knights is not even bladed.

It's really strange that Aaron's left hand does this.

Miss Priest, who was a few steps away from Aaron, reacted faster than Aaron, and the moment she heard the roar, she raised the war hammer with one hand, and threw the other hand over, the heavy sacred book on her waist had been opened, and the pattern of the silver moon on the page glowed with Miss Priest's movements, and a divine spell had been prepared.

Twilight!

The moonlight streaked through the air, striking the carriage with a dazzling glow, while Twilight enveloped Aaron, forming a twilight ring of protection on the surface of his body.

Aaron's eyes widened.

Eleanor De Nefull, is a very rare priest in the Twilight realm!

It's just that he didn't have time to think about it so much, as the curtain was lifted, a bear goblin about two meters tall came to his face!

A familiar guy popped into Aaron's mind.

This bear goblin looks a bit like a basketball star he had seen in his previous life.

It's the guy nicknamed Brother Thick Eyebrows.

Unlike his cousin, the Bear Goblins, goblins, chaotic evil camps, are different from his cousin, the Goblins, who have no brains and only know how to hunt and plunder by instinct, unlike their cousins, the Goblins, who are tall and powerful, like to use maces and maces, ready to wreak havoc on their enemies.

Although bear goblins are also called goblins, they are almost two kinds of creatures from goblins, they have a pair of pointed ears, huge fangs that can bite off human legs, bulging muscles and hair, and yellow eyes under two thick eyebrows are always full of war spirit and hunger, looking for fresh and delicious food and enough enemies to be opponents.

This is still not the deadliest part of the bear goblin.

The most terrifying thing about the bear goblin is that it is not as orderly as its counterpart, advocating the military system, paying close attention to discipline, and preferring to defeat opponents through tactics in a dignified manner.

A bear goblin can smash an unsuspecting and heavily armed knight into the dirt with a stick, then use its mace to open the can and enjoy the rare delicacy!

This is how many novice adventurers lose their lives.

The bells and whistles, the long-trained swordsmanship, and the small tricks in various aristocratic duels are no match for the hammer of the bear goblin.

The bear goblin, visibly hungry for a long time, burst out of the curtain and met Aaron with a mace, the mace in the air with a harsh wind and a harsh grinding sound.

What a strong force! Aaron's pupils constricted, and he immediately slid backwards, narrowly dodging the blow.

The purple magic had also taken shape in Aaron's palm.

Whip of Slaanesh!

From Aaron's left hand, three long whips full of barbs were thrown out and swept into the face of the bear goblin, and almost instantly, the bear goblin broke its phase, and large strands of blood spurted out of its face, splashing Aaron's body.

The bear goblin is a creature that is not very afraid of pain, but it is unknown why the visible pain on its face after being struck by this whip surprised both Eleanor and the voyeurs in the forest.

This slowness lost the best opportunity to attack Aaron, who retreated again and successfully dodged the range of the bear goblin's attack, and even the long sword in his hand did not forget to cut off a piece of flesh from its face.

The whip dispersed, and the spell in his left hand continued, and a pink flame had gathered in his palm.

Tzeentch Pinkfire!

The strange pink flame sent a twisted trajectory through the air and struck the bear goblin head-on, and the beast rolled in pain on the grass.

No one knew what the pink flame was, but everyone could see that there was an evil nature in the flame, and it was as if it had been in great pain.

If you look closely, where is the flame? The flame turned into an elf-like creature, criing and biting at the bear goblin until the bear goblin fell from it and stomped on it.

At this time, there was finally movement in the forest.

Several cloaked figures stepped out from behind the trees, accompanied by the whistling of arrows.

However, their attack was too late.

"Our Lady of Silver is above!" Miss Priest's attacks had spread from far to near, she was holding a book in one hand, and on the pages that had been opened, the emblem of the Silver Madonna was burning with twilight fire, and in the other hand she held a war hammer aloft, the surface of which was already full of moonlight.

Running in two steps and leaping, Miss Priest's body leaped three meters high, and the war hammer fell, hitting the bear goblin's skull.

"Smack~"

Yellow, white, and red liquids flew up, the sound of metal striking echoed through the forest, and the bear goblin, which was more than two meters tall, let out a whimper, and his body trembled a few times, and after rolling on the ground and splashing a cloud of dust, he did not move.

"Well done, Miss Eleanor." Aaron couldn't help but swallow his saliva as he looked at the bear goblin whose entire skull had been smashed into a big hole, he got up from the ground and gently patted the dirt and grass seeds off his body, gave a thumbs up to Miss Pastor, and smiled: "Do you always use a hammer to convince people like this?"

Miss Pastor slapped her robe with disgust, her face did not show joy, but stared at Aaron with burning eyes: "What is that?" ”

"What's what?" Aaron pretended to be stupid.

"What's that purple whip? Aaron, I don't remember you believing in Torture Lady! "Eleanor's sense of oppression.

"A gift from Our Lady of Silver!" Aaron said immediately.

Miss Pastor's voice choked.

That's what she had to say.

“…… What about the pink flames? The Holy Flame of the Silver Madonna can only be silver, blue, and white! "She doesn't give up yet.

"It's the grace of Our Lady of Silver!" Aaron couldn't be more serious.

"You ............" Miss Priest turned white with rage, her little hand wrapped in iron gloves clenched the hand of Warhammer Moon.

Is that the power of the Silver Virgin? It's a fart!

Fools can see that it is not the power of the Silver Mother at all, the power of the Silver Mother has always been soft and true, how can it be such an evil nature as Aaron released?

But Aaron was the "touched" who had traveled to the kingdom of God in Suren and met the deity himself.

True devout believers would not question the decision of the gods, and since Aaron said yes, then Miss Pastor could only assume that he was until Suren himself denied it.

This is the logic of the clergy, even if she knows that Aaron's source of power is not right, with Eleanor's piety, she will not ask any more.

I had thought of it a long time ago, and looking at Miss Pastor's uncomfortable and tangled state, Aaron quietly hooked the corners of his mouth.

That's not just your God, that's my God too!

"Friends in the woods, can you come out?" Aaron gestured to Miss Priest for a moment on the question between us, the young Viscount said to the few figures that flashed out of the forest.

"Hello, honorable nobleman, I'm sorry to frighten you, we are Ferrara's adventure party, I'm Ferrara, and this is my deputy, Montero." A slender mercenary leader in shabby leather armor and stubble walked out of the forest with several mercenaries in equally shabby clothes, his black eyes were full of caution, first looked at Aaron, who was wearing a shabby robe, but could undoubtedly see the purple dragon pattern, and said to himself a handsome young man, and then moved his gaze to the priest lady with the silver virgin emblem embroidered on her mask.

His eyes flickered a few times, and he introduced a shorter, equally dirty leather-armored man behind him to the two: "This is Montero, my partner. ”

"Hello, Mr. Ferrara, Mr. Montero, you have been attacked in the forest, haven't you?" Aaron noticed that both the long-haired Ferrara and the short-haired Montero had their hair withered like weeds: "Goblins? ”

"Ah, exactly." The tall and thin mercenary leader nodded repeatedly, and he pointed to a bite mark left on his leather armor: "Look, nobleman, this is the goblin bite, the great Tampas, your Excellency, we are a group of merchants, from Zambia, the goods are sausages and beer, but unfortunately we met a group of bears and goblins, as you can see, we were attacked." ”

"Attacked?" Aaron looked at the group—there were at least a dozen of them, seven or eight swords, and three crossbows in their hands.

"Isn't it? Your Excellency, it's a good thing you're here, otherwise we wouldn't know what to do with this bear goblin! Ferrara approached enthusiastically, and he took out a piece of ointment from his bosom: "Your Excellency, are you hurt?" I've got ointment here! ”

"Aaron Salian, my name is Aaron Salian, I am Viscount Salian, and she is Eleanor, the priest of the Silver Madonna." Aaron waved his hand to reject Ferrara's ointment, snapping his fingers lightly, and a little pink flame erupted from his fingertips: "As you can see, I'm a warlock. ”

Seeing the pink flames coming out of Aaron's fingertips, most of the mercenaries around him looked surprised, and the formation that had been surrounded by a semicircle also quietly retreated.

"We rarely see warlocks in Cormier, I thought you were a mage." Ferrara and Montero looked at each other: "It's not common to meet a lone nobleman in the wilderness. ”

"I traveled on the orders of His Royal Highness the Regent Alicesell, and now that the mission is complete, His Royal Highness the Regent should be waiting for me to report back in Susar." Aaron smiled brightly at Ferrara and Montero, "I'm lucky to have met you in the wilderness, and I'm sure this must be a blessing from Timora." ”

With the Viscount's bright smile, Ferrara and Montero both felt as if a bright sun had penetrated their hearts, dispelling the gloom of all this time, especially the mercenary leader, who almost couldn't help but secretly make a gesture to the mercenaries behind his back.

Your Excellency is a good person, don't worry.

"Well, then, we're going back to Susar now, it's a bit dangerous if there are only two people on the way, and you're obviously in trouble, why don't we go together?" Aaron smiled brightly and said, "It's all good for us." ”

"Would you like to go with us?" Ferrara said in surprise, and the tall and thin mercenary leader clenched his fists excitedly: "You are a spellcaster, of course we are willing to go with the caster!" It just so happens that we are also planning to go to Susar! To tell you the truth, Lord Viscount, we are not actually merchants, we are mercenaries, and we want to go to Susar to see if there is any work to take over, and I heard that His Royal Highness the Regent has been recruiting adventurers recently, so we can be regarded as having a relationship. ”

"No, you are merchants, like merchants." Aaron then smiled, and he stretched out an index finger and shook it from side to side in front of Ferrara: "Everything has to be done according to the rules, but I can guarantee that I will take care of the rest." ”

The expression of the mercenary leader changed from stunned to shocked to sighing, and finally nodded with relief: "This is nature, Your Excellency the Viscount, I am grateful!" ”

"If everything goes as smoothly as you say, we are willing to give away 20% of the goods!"

"So, a word?"

"It's a deal!"

After that, the journey was much easier.

Ferrara and his party consisted of eighteen men, sixteen of whom were warriors, a barbarian, a wanderer, not even a ranger.

The desire for the caster was evident in such a team structure, and Ferrara shouted as the Wanderer led the Barbarian and the three warriors to explore the way ahead, loaded the only remaining mule cart, and invited Aaron and Eleanor to sit on it.

Aaron refused, and the mercenaries did not care, so they loaded the little sausage and two barrels of barley wine on the mule cart and set out on their way.

The mountainous area of Cormier is very dangerous, many goblin tribes, kobold tribes haunt the forest, and even some ancient evil creatures and mysterious sects are secretly active, for example, in recent days, it is said that Santarin will gather an army of orcs in the north, and there is a dragon witch cult in the forest of kings.

The wilderness of the kingdom is always full of dangers, but also full of opportunities.

However, compared to the rest of the country, Cormier is relatively safe, the mountain and forest roads here are not only difficult to walk, but there are many patrolling troops, and there are large roadside wagon hotels every few hours, and it is easy for travelers to find shelter.

There were no further mistakes along the way, and the armed forces of Ferrara's group were actually not weak, and occasionally they saw a few jackals easily eliminated by the warriors, and they were not even willing to use arrows.

Also, arrows are not a cheap thing.

Aaron was very impressed by the fact that he had seen a movie "Braveheart" in his previous life, in which King Edward had a battle that impressed him.

The two armies faced each other, with the elite Knights of England king against the Scottish Highland goats.

The lieutenant asked the king if he wanted to let the longbowmen shoot at the enemy.

King Edward decisively refused: "Arrows are precious, don't waste them, let the Irish go first!" ”

This leads to the inequality: the Irish are < the arrows of the longbowmen.

Eleanor noticed the scene, and Miss Reverend quietly approached Aaron, and whispered in his ear, "This gang is a little less like a merchant. ”

"No, they're merchants." Aaron smiled mysteriously and whispered in his ear, "The specific reason is that I'll tell you when I get to the hotel, it's not suitable here." ”

“………… I know. Eleanor was squeezed by Aaron, and a hint of crimson flew across her face under the mask.

There was always a nice fragrance coming from this man, mixed with citrus, lemon and rosemary, which made her want to smell it more and more.

At least...... At least he won't have to endure the stench in the future, Miss Priest reached out and pushed Aaron away to indicate that she knew, and she still watched Ferrara's gang of "merchants" cautiously.

She was still suspicious of them, and if it weren't for Aaron's strong argument, she would have almost never agreed to go with them.

However, Aaron always has a reason.

"It's the will of the Silver Virgin!"

Sooner or later I'll expose you! Miss Reverend gritted her teeth in anger.

Aaron quietly took a look at Miss Pastor's state, and he thought to himself that playing the "Suren card" against Miss Pastor would really work.

But it's better to find a way to get her, otherwise with her staring at herself, there will be many things that will be inconvenient for you to do in the future.

So, how do you turn Miss Pastor into "one of your own"?

Let's talk about it in simple terms! Aaron made up his mind, and instead of paying any attention to Miss Priest, he left Ferrara and the others behind two jackals, and a string of words that did not come from the mortal world came out of his mouth.

He doesn't need to understand, he just needs to activate and let the power flowing in his blood work on its own.

Three colorful darts formed by a magical force field shot out from Aaron's palm, instantly bursting the heads of the two jackals.

Yes, Aaron's magic color is always weird, and it's very different from the color of a normal magic missile.

"Your Excellency! Terrible! The mercenary leader immediately applauded.

Ferrara took it for granted that the noble warlock was trying to show them his magical abilities, but when he moved his eyes to the face of His Excellency the Viscount, he found that His Excellency's face was terrifyingly dark.

The mercenary leader finally put away his contempt in his heart.

Ferrara has seen many nobles, the Sea of the Moon, the Zambian, the Cormier, the Vale, Am, and Waterdeep, and most of them have a common trait, that is, emotions are ever-changing, unpredictable, and impossible to grasp.

Be careful when dealing with such aristocrats! What's more, he's also a warlock of unknown strength!

"What's wrong, sir?" The mercenary leader asked cautiously.

Aaron's face was already cloudy and clear at this time, and he showed a bright smile again: "It's okay, let's move on." ”

"Hurry up and get to the Karan Hotel before dark."

"I can't wait to try the lamb stew and butter cheese there."

"Yes, sir."