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Swordsmith and Juggernaut.

In fact, the latter title is more suitable to describe the so-called strength, while the former is often just an official title.

It's just that, inheriting a certain title convention of the empire, in the past thousand years, there seems to be no country that has conferred the honor of the court swordsmith on a person who does not match the strength of the sword master.

So, in essence, there is no longer any distance between the two.

"Court swordsmith, indeed, there is such a great man in the kingdom...... However, according to the custom, the palace swordsmen of the kingdom have always only had names, and their families are not revealed, right? Their identities are kept secret, and in order to prevent anyone from plotting against them, they threaten to use their family members as a threat...... After a little surprise, Miss Lisa sneered: "How do you know? Don't talk nonsense here because of cowardice?"

"A Juggernaut ......"

Edward exhaled softly, as if sighing.

Unlike Lisa, he did not doubt little Lane's words—not just because of the instinct of a telepath, but because if by blood, this little imp was, after all, the child of the king's sister, he could certainly know some secrets that ordinary nobles did not know.

And a genuine sword master, which naturally means that the difficulty of things has been added to the process.

A mage is weaker than a warrior and less successful than a warrior, and if a warrior's path is full of thorns and difficult to climb, then the caster walks in almost invisible darkness, not only overcoming obstacles, but also discerning directions. And what can be relied on is not only a strong will, but also a keen sense of talent for the magic net.

Therefore, the success of a magician is always measured on a ten-year basis...... When the knights rode their horses and whips and galloped across the battlefield, piercing countless opponents on their spears, and when the swordsmen swept the necks of countless enemies like lightning, the mages could only crawl in the books and work between the words. Searching for the path of truth, until scars and old age robbed the knights of their bodies and dulled the blades of the swordsmen, the mature mages were just stepping out of their academies, announcing the formation of their power with fireballs and lightning.

And this gap will gradually become huge as the level increases...... The caster will have an increasing advantage. The strength growth of the warriors is an additive problem, while the strength growth of the caster is a multiplication problem.

But if the addition can accumulate quickly. It doesn't necessarily mean less than multiplication.

Although they are far inferior in numbers, the melee classes also have their own legends...... Whether it's a Juggernaut or a Grand Knight. All possess destructive power comparable to that of mages.

Legend has it that the most powerful knight can always obtain a dragon's subservient and be willing to be a mount, and it is rumored that a genuine swordsmith, even if he encounters a new ** master, can compete with him with his own ability, at least save his life......

If that mage is unfortunate enough to enter the attack range of this peak martial artist, it will be within a hundred or two hundred feet. Even the real ** master has to wither under the sword, and there are even some rumors that a sword master can stir the air with a sword blade, forming a powerful killing similar to magic, or even more sensational, crushing space and destroying the world with pure power.

Such rumors. Numerous.

But no matter what, it is just a rumor - whether it is a ** master or a sword master, it will not be a layman who will be retribution, let alone a terrifying peak duel because of fame and the like. Show your strength. No matter how much the disciples and grandchildren who do not succeed in their imagination add fuel to the fire, the final result can only be stored in the illusion and spread in the drunken obscenity.

Naturally, Edward would not listen to such ethereal words, but that did not mean that he would take it for granted that he would despise the legends and pinnacles of his warriors.

The mage's explanation for the path that the combatant can ultimately choose is that they have chosen to assimilate with the caster...... Reach out to those who are in the Otherworld's high-level beings and ask for their power, or use divine power to strengthen their bodies, or use magic to assist their fighting methods, or even the wildness that completely oppresses the potential of human beings.

As for how powerful this power is......

The psychic warlock has no interest, to verify with the sword master himself, if the other party really has such strength, then naturally he will also have the corresponding wisdom and bearing, what he needs to solve is only those disciples of the god of conspiracy, as long as it does not touch the fundamental interests of this sword master, the other party will not embarrass his little mage apprentice.

Well, in fact, trying to transport those 20,000 people does touch some of the interests of the other side...... In Edward's view, however, this is not unsolvable.

It's a big deal, you can pay a little bit...... Money can solve the problem, and it will not be too strict.

What a headache......

Let's settle the matter at hand first.

The psychic sorcerer turned his head, and in the dusty air, some inexplicable power was trembling and moving, giving him a strange perception, getting rid of his five senses, and only tied to his heart.

Dangerous. That perception said.

"You...... What the hell are you trying to do? I don't understand what you're talking about, you cultists! How dare you, how dare you ......."

At this moment, the girl named Shalina finally woke up from another round of stupor, and she screamed, trying to break free of little Ryan's resistance...... Obviously, Edward's conversation with Miss Lisa was not listened to much by her - or that Aristetler was worthy of being the god of conspiracy, and at the same time of infiltration, he was afraid that things were arranged quite carefully, so in Drum Mountain City, all the half-elves, almost all the backbone of the half-blood group thought that they were fighting hard for the revival of the half-elves.

However, at this time, it is impossible to explain it in detail.

The tentacles of thought, curling in the air, tore two coats from the dead half-elves, and draped them over Miss Lisa, who had no disguise, and the little nobleman, respectively, to hide their faces, and the shape-shapeds rippled on the skin, conjuring up the long, sharp horns......

"Boss. What's going on here?"

A chaotic roar, and a hurry, chaotic footsteps, rushed into the room from the corridor, and more than a dozen people almost drained the crowded water of the room, looking around, looking at each other in the semi-fluid rocks and dust, and the metal friction of the swords out of the sheath!

Fortunately, a low and indifferent voice immediately calmed their panic: "Don't worry. It's just the frivolous counterattack of those hateful enemies, don't worry, under the protection of our great gods and the guidance of great wisdom, there is no hidden conspiracy......"

The dust cleared, and the familiar shadow soothed the people who rushed into the room......

Of course, no one knew that the leader had been stolen from the dragon to the phoenix - the effect of the transformation of the spirit skin. Naturally, it couldn't be recognized by those few ruffians, no matter how old they were, it didn't help the human form in front of them at the moment. Even the cold, deep, slightly rude voice was just as vivid, and I am afraid that even the priest himself standing here would have been bewildered for a while.

"Gehr, Polly, Big Bear, follow me...... The rest went back to their own place. Cancel the rest of the rest and pay more attention to the outside, "

The priest of the god of conspiracy is obviously quite dignified. Therefore, when the order was issued, the half-elves' execution was not muddy, and except for being named and chosen, the others dispersed without a sound...... No one paid much attention to the tragic situation in the room.

"That damn enemy girl has powers I didn't expect, and we'll have to catch him, luckily. Our trap has hit her hard, she can't run far, just kill her, and I will ask you for more blessings from the gods. The priest said coldly. Walked out of the room.

"Boss, is it the caster? Interesting, but, Boss, you didn't lie to us this time, did you?

"Do you doubt me, or do you doubt the generosity of our majesty?"

"Don't dare, of course there is no ......"

The thin man who was in doubt snorted, and the whole person shook slightly, and he had already walked into the shadows on the side...... The steady light source of the magic lamp seemed to shake suddenly, and the darkness by the wall spread and contracted, so his shadow disappeared in the eyes of everyone around him, leaving only a voice: "But, boss, are you making a little fuss? There is only one enemy, even if you have a little spell-casting ability, I alone is enough to deal with it, and besides, it doesn't seem like a lot for you to let Elena follow, right? Who are those people? As if they haven't seen it, are they newly promoted brothers and sisters?"

"It's all nonsense!"

"But, Boss, is Elena really okay, you see that its face is all white......" Noticing the displeasure in the leader's tone, the tall man in the lead changed the subject, "It's all brothers and sisters, Gehr is just a little worried, by the way, Boss, what does that enemy look like?"

"That's what it looks like...... There it is!"

"What......"

......

"No, he's an enemy, not our leader......! Hurry up!"

The half-elf named Elena widened his eyes and screamed loudly—

But the cry is only in the heart.

The moment she met that terrible enemy, the pair of silver eyes, she had lost almost all her freedom, she could not speak, she could not move, she could only be half-held by the little nobleman of mankind to walk.

Therefore, no one could notice the impostor's secret until he raised his hand and pointed to the dark tunnel.

"What, Boss, are you ......?"

The most robust half-elf, known as the Great Bear, was wearing a breastplate that was quite heavy for a half-elf, and looked in that direction suspiciously, but the dim vision peculiar to the race did not detect any signal, so he couldn't help but turn his head in confusion.

But at that moment, his next words were erased by a bit of blue, and the warrior's eyes widened, and his two hands threw away the shield and axe in his hands, and grabbed his throat, his mouth open to the limit but not making a sound...... Until finally, he fell to his knees on the ground and fell backwards, and all his facial features and orifices emitted light smoke with a scorching smell.

Then, there was the wanderer named Gehr......

The finger pointing forward was slightly retracted, forming a small arc with the thumb, and with a slight turn, there was a crisp sound of bone cracking in the shadow on the wall! Then, along with the corpses of his companions, he was swept into the darkness on both sides by an inexplicable force.

The tall elf who witnessed the qiē instinctively retreated, but before that, the fatal paralysis had spread out across the six parts of his body, and a seductive giggle became the final death knell of his life.

In an instant, life and death are decided.

"Mr. Edward?" The crisp and neat change gave the fighting rookies another excuse to lose their minds...... After following the team for dozens of feet in a daze, little Ryan remembered and stumbled and asked, "Why bother...... Why do you have to kill them, they're just ......."

"They are already loyal believers in the god of conspiracy. The Dark Lady will not accept them, keeping them will only cause chaos. ”

The Psychic Warlock didn't look back, seemingly indifferent to the killings he had caused...... Deftly navigating the narrow path, those twisting tunnels will not confuse the psychic warlock in the slightest, even more familiar than Salina, who originally belonged to this place: "Confused fellows, with a little guidance later, you can get on the right path, and these guys." It's worthless, even if you barely stay. In the end, it will only become a weakness...... Not to mention that these gangster-born wastes are lazy and lazy, and they can only parasitize others with a little strength, and it is useless to stay. ”

Utter pragmatism, when uttered in the cold and hard tone of the priest of the god of conspiracy, it was like a cold wind blowing into everyone's heart, except for the dark elves who smiled silently and deeply agreed. Even Miss Lisa, who had been with him for a long time, couldn't help frowning...... Not to mention those two imps whose minds are not yet mature.

They subconsciously stopped almost at the same time, their bodies trembling slightly......

"You ......"

"Although this is not very suitable for children, however, your identity is not an ordinary ghost and an ignorant little girl...... This is the war between the Dark Lady and the King of Conspiracy, the so-called Wars of Religion. There will be no forgiveness for heretics, and I have been merciful enough not to burn them at the stake. As for you...... If you still want to inherit this title and lead your family to a place in the future of the country, then you better put aside your boring naivety. ”

Edward's gaze remained in the darkness ahead, and his tone was unusually calm.

"How come, as long as the truth is revealed, I think they will definitely ......"

"The truth itself is worthless, because it is not always the truth that is accepted by all, even if it is true, but human beings prefer to immerse themselves in their senses and choose only what they judge and which is beneficial to them. Think about it, if a stranger told you that a glass of water was clean, and your father told you that it was poisonous, who would you believe? "Go around the hallway, push away" Therefore, for one person, we can tell them the truth, but for a group of people, you just have to guide them,"

The little nobleman finally nodded as if he didn't understand......

Of course, Edward didn't go out of his way to remind the two oil bottles...... In addition, the reason is more important - this place is more dangerous than imagined, the original speculation is that it is just a dozen misguided half-elves making trouble, but judging from the fragments obtained from the thoughts of several captives and passers-by, the number of enemy backbones is at least three times more, it seems that the guy from Arestoteler has put more effort here than expected.

The tunnel in front of us has come to an end. A wide doorway, unfashionably embedded at the end of the widening aisle.

"Prepare for battle. ”

As the two doors opened, Edward prompted in the Words of the Heart.

The usual temple of the god of trickery is in the form of a two-in-one, one hidden in the darkness, small and sturdy, where all secret sacrifices and conspiracies are planned, and the other is in the form of the present one, the tall temple is made of gray stone slabs, where carved stone statues of soldiers, scholars, men, women, and children, each different, the only thing in common is the book they study in their hands, and the solemn expression of contemplation.

The battle came earlier than expected.

"The enemy is coming!"

Hong Zhong Dalu's voice sounded, and with it, there was a dazzling flame!

In the huge hall, more than a dozen people were already ready to wait, and the screaming was a spellcaster, and with the sound ...... Blazing flames erupted from his gaping mouth, forming a large cloud of flames that swooped forward overwhelmingly, instantly engulfing half of the hall!

Edward, however, only sneered.

How could a seasoned cave bear break through a door without preparation, let alone a psychic mancer...... So the fiery serpents danced wildly and rolled over, but they twisted and turned, and the psionic energy drove them, pulling a huge curved wave in front of everyone, and then they were driven by the spiritual power to roll back and rush directly towards the enemy!

However, when the wild wall of fire dissipated, a wizard in gray and black robes stood in a small open space that was not on fire.

Edward's eyes narrowed.

The moment the firestorm descended, he noticed that with a flick of the mage's finger, a small gray-white ball was directed towards the oncoming flames, disappearing the flames within five feet of him without a trace. The pearl then fell to the ground and exploded into a cloud of powder.

It seemed to be called a mana pearl, an extremely precious consumable.

Two temples, two priests, and now it seems that the power of this priest is still higher than the previous one?