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Therefore, several high-ranking paladins could only make simple eye contact with each other, and watched as the convoy of the temple of Tyre in the city of Restrick gathered up and began to leave the place by 'other routes', and until the people were almost gone, they could send two knights to report to the center of the hills, trying to mobilize men, choosing the order of the priest to stop the opponent, and a few people to keep an eye on those who 'turned in', and the rest of the people still had to stand by - After all, this oracle descended, no one knows how many temples will move in response, and there have been four or five waves of people along the way. For the sake of the blessings of the gods, these devout believers will never preach any 'true meaning of comity'.

Of course, these small measures are just a remedy, and it is too late......

"You're amazing, Lord Karen. ”

Looking at the young man's seemingly distracted face, Pastor Linna sincerely admired, although the climb up a steep slope of a few feet at the same time made the little girl a little out of breath, but it could not dampen the enthusiasm in her little head......—the young new companion was there for her at this moment, reaching out to help, thoughtful and attentive, and listening to her chatter like a happy little sparrow: "Those guys stopped talking all at once, that expression is funny?

In response to the little girl's childish compliment, the telemancer only gave a quiet smile...... Most of his attention has been focused on the divine vision, as a clone who tries to ensure the concealment effect. His power had been compressed to the limit, and the range that the divine power vision could envelop was not even a mile, and he had to concentrate to ensure observation.

Luckily, though. At this moment, the remaining number of people in the team of the Tyre Temple in Restlik City around him was only a dozen people, and the two main priests and high-ranking holy warriors had already taken a step ahead with their respective weapons and used a flying scroll, although the remaining young people were ordered to meet them as much as possible, but the time was not urgent, so the original trip of the oracle became an ordinary trip. Although it was not easy to enjoy the mountains and rivers, a dozen young people got together. You can't expect them to be able to march a distance of no more than seven or eight miles.

Passing through a few hills covered with sparse shrubs, everyone's nerves had relaxed, and they began to discuss the purpose of this operation. Manners, probably, of course, the center of the problem, naturally or unnaturally, converged on the young man in the gray robe. Because they are. This person seems to be available to answer any questions they have. And the body that does not seem to be strong moves quickly, and can always find a route for people to move quickly in this barren mountain range.

Of course, not everyone took a receptive attitude towards this outsider, for example, not far away, the eyes of the young paladin Terry had been staring fiercely at the leisurely fellow, and the anger that had risen in his heart was almost already written on his face.

Actually, when the priest received the gold coins of the holy warriors. Terry was actually relieved - although it was a pity to lose this opportunity to show his loyalty to God, he didn't think that he could gain more than those companions. The so-called outcome is likely to only widen the gap.

But now, because of a few words from this unknown fellow, the possibility is getting higher and higher, and the way of walking through the hills is completely different from walking on the road, the horses are completely useless, and the climb up and down the sections, dodging the snowdrifts and tree roots, will greatly consume physical energy, and for those wearing heavy armor, it is tantamount to a kind of torment. By the time he had barely walked half an hourglass, Terry, who was accustomed to riding horses, was already out of breath, feeling his legs as heavy as lead, and the soles of his feet seemed to have been worn out by his boots, and every step hurt like a heart. Even if the guy was dangling right in front of him, the relationship with Lin Na seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and the poor young paladin couldn't muster up much energy to interrupt it.

Damn, what the hell is this qiē?Why did that damn miserable bastard come along?What does Tyre's edict have to do with him?But why didn't everyone object, but instead took it for granted?

With the many questions in mind, Terry quickened his pace angrily and made his way up a hill in a frustrated manner—so that he could at least get a little farther away from the noisy guys. "Calm down, there's no way that guy will stay for long, as long as he ...... as usual."

Thinking so, he stepped down the slope with the iron boots under his feet and slid down in a cloud of snow and mist...... The way he learned to play as a child saved him a little bit of energy, and the momentum of this hill was gentle, and there was a dry grass as the bottom, as long as he mastered the balance, so that the long-distance gliding was not faster than the galloping horse, but at least much more convenient than the slow downhill.

But the thought was interrupted in an instant...... With a thud from his feet, he was already tumbling and lying down, the force of which lifted up the day's snow, but when he struggled out of the snowdrift with a loud curse, he froze for a moment like a puppet with a broken string.

The snow powder spread out in the cold wind, revealing the mottled color underneath it—deep, with a slight viscous red, frozen specks of ice crystals, and the thing that tripped him not far away lay across the snow, the reflection of the metal was particularly dazzling, and in fact, if he hadn't been thinking about it with anger just now, I am afraid he would never have been unable to see this obstacle that was only half-buried in the snow.

The flash of metal, the bright red blood, was so dazzling on the gray snowdrift that he couldn't help but let out a prolonged exclamation subconsciously.

"Superior, no, superior paladin?"

A moment later, a crowd had gathered at the bottom of the narrow valley, cautiously observing the corpses around them—not one, of course, though they had sunk into the soft snow powder of the valley floor, and were almost half buried. However, it is still possible to identify at least twenty or so figures.

"It's a servant of His Majesty, a high priest...... No. ”

Regardless of the Psychic Warlock, the oldest young priest was the fastest of the group to regain his composure. He slowly approached the corpse, flipped through the snow on the corpse, revealing the dark blue shield with the scales and the warhammer that was half stained with blood underneath, and after a closer look, he looked up: "He's at least already an aco-priest. In addition, that one was at least a high-ranking holy warrior. ”

This judgment made several young holy warriors and priests couldn't help but gasp in unison.

The title of the deacon may sound unremarkable. But to be a deacon, you have to be more than just a helper—first you have to be a true clergyman, and you have to have experience in the ministry. Only a truly qualified priest can serve as a deacon, and such a person is obviously unlikely to die so easily. At least not until the shield of divine energy is broken.

What's more, this pastor is not alone. There were also at least seven or eight priestly corpses around him, as well as an almost equal number of paladins.

When there is a pastor to help. The combat power that a holy warrior can wield is by no means as simple as one plus one, a combination of a high-level holy warrior plus twelve high-level holy warriors and eight priests can almost challenge a giant dragon without falling behind at all, but the fact in front of them is that these twenty or so people still have no survivors, so what terrible thing did they encounter?

"It's people. The psychic warlock spoke, directly answering the question in everyone's minds, the deep voice was not high-pitched, but it made everyone tremble at the same time: "A group of killers who use swords. It's not a lot, but it's powerful."

"Cultists?" Lin Na was the first to ask.

If it's a murder. Then there seems to be only one reason that can be thought of - few mercenaries or thieves would choose to be enemies of the holy warriors, especially the holy warriors like Tyr, who have many followers and are gods related to the law and the army. Such an attack would do nothing but bring them ruin. Only cultists would use this kind of killing without regard for a single qiē.

"Probably, right? The damned bastards were clearly planning a murder. Terry moved his armor for a moment, and the snow that melted his body temperature penetrated the cracks in the armor, making him feel extremely uncomfortable, just like how he felt when he heard the cultivator of Yilmat speak: "I estimate that there are at least twenty or thirty enemies, and they have clashed, you see," he pointed to the half-buried corpses in the snow, and guessed carefully, "They have set up a certain formation, but those enemies have broken it in an instant, it must be that the enemy has cast some kind of illusion...... Or, the ability to add something like an advanced additive. In short, they had bad luck and probably ran into a strong group of enemies. The enemy was probably approached by stealth, and was specially prepared to prevent the noise from coming out, so I felt it necessary for us to inform the priests at once to be on guard, and I knew that it would be easy to go into such a lonely way. ......”

The young paladin candidate had apparently had a good apprenticeship as a knight, and his analysis was very organized, but soon, his voice was interrupted.

"It's a pity, it's not,"

The Psychic Warlock spoke, reaching out and tugging at the corpse in the snow a few times, then stood up and looked around the sparse woods around him, his gaze falling on the corpse of a paladin.

It lay on its back in the snow, blood from its throat accumulating a bright red near its neck, completely infecting its chest and abdomen, but the shape of the armor was familiar enough to the psychic sorcerer - it must have been similar to the things on the guys who stood in the way. And, judging by the fact that the blood was only half-coagulated, the murder did not last long.

It seems that the price of preemption is very huge - since the team of the priest of the diocese is in a hurry, ten carriages and more than a hundred guards should already be the limit, and they should still divide their troops to block the latecomers, so if they reach that ancient ruin now and a corpse appears, the psychic warlock will not feel strange.

His gaze swept over the corpse's neck, and he frowned.

The blood has coagulated, and the wound is relatively clear, roughly estimated, about an inch and a half wide, this width, should not be a thin sword that specializes in stabbing, and it is a little narrower than an ordinary broadsword, and the sword spine is thicker...... It belongs to a long sword. And most importantly, that kind of beveled blade......

A flick of the wrist. A long sword that originally belonged to the Holy Warrior had been pierced out, and with a thud, a small hole had been stabbed in the corpse of the Holy Warrior.

"What are you doing?"

A few surprised questions rang out in my ears. But the Psychic Warlock turned a deaf ear, and he narrowed his eyes into the two near-identical wounds.

The only difference was that the marks on the corpse were a little black—charred black, but not from the Psychic Warlock. Naturally, the black thing was not burned by fire in the later period...... Flame magic weapons do not have such a slight effect, nor do they immobilize to the inside of the wound.

Then there is only one truth.

"These people were unprepared, they should have been given a warning before they left the formation. The problem is that the enemy doesn't come from the outside, but from the inside. Their lodging is centered on this part. That is, the enemy has long been lurking among them. Trick them into being on the alert, and then take advantage of the opportunity to kill the killer!

He sighed softly and explained to the eyes around him that had focused his gaze for a moment, "And then. They began to disperse. However, it was too late at this time, and there was more than one attacker, probably at least four, and the successive attacks from behind made them confused, and in the end they could only be defeated. ”

Mole?

But how is this possible?

"But maybe it's magic, right? I've heard there's something like a blade in magic that can fly through the air and kill people!" Terry growled dissatisfied. But this frivolous hostility can obviously only bring him frustration.

All four of them were pierced through their throats with a sword, but the armor on the back of their necks was not broken, so they were only pierced with a sword. If it's magic. I'm afraid this kind of mortal iron has already been cut open. ”

The Psychic Warlock said, "As for illusions, do you think a good paladin would know nothing about illusions, let alone a priest. You can't use it, you know how to defend it, and you can't let an enemy embed it in the middle of their battle formation in such a simple way, can you?"

Yes, it can't be.

As long as there are more than two high-level priests, even if the opponent is a few high-level mages who cooperate tacitly, it is at least impossible to slaughter this number of enemies in a short period of time, not to mention that there are a few high-level holy warriors whose divine skills are not inferior to ordinary priests. Even if you can't win, you can still cover each other and leave the battle.

This man's simple explanation summed up almost all the circumstances of what might happen here, and silenced the young paladin candidate. And everyone else looked at each other...... Thinking about the omission in the man's reasoning, there was an eerie silence in the small valley.

The paladins of Tyre, or the priests will betray their fellows?,

Yes, it's very bizarre and hard to give birth to, because it does make some senseless. Even a psychic seeker ......

He didn't have the absolute and fanatical faith in his gods like the believers, but the problem was that there was hardly any incentive for betrayal here, the ruins could have been handed down thousands of years ago, but since they had been mentioned by the oracle, there wouldn't be too many high-priced loot left, and most importantly, killing one's companion was almost the most severe crime in Tyr's teachings, and if the murderer wanted to curry favor with the god of justice, he couldn't have used such a boring and brainless method。

Of course, if it is the use of natural effects such as magic, it is not impossible to achieve this kind of 'fact', at least a certain psychic warlock is very good at directly controlling several enemies for his own use—but after all, he is the only one in this big 6...... Moreover, if you want to achieve this qiē in front of you, the power of the accused person will never be too small.

Even if it is difficult to get up suddenly, and want to kill them all before the two dozen people move to fight back, and they still rely on a sword, this is absolutely impossible without the ability of a great knight or a royal swordsman, and if the initiator really has such a powerful power, directly ignoring the protection of a few magic casters and controlling a sword saint or a great knight, then why should he choose to do it secretly?

So, is there anyone who doesn't want to let Tyr's plan succeed this time?

Edward finally examined the dozen or so corpses in front of him, and then he looked up - his eyes looked through the distant sky, the clouds that had been scattered like mist had dispersed somehow, and some of the gloomy clouds were stretching and stretching at a degree visible to the naked eye, leaving layers of fish-like traces in the clear blue sky.

But in the blink of an eye, the fish-scale clouds began to dissipate again—they swirled and scattered, leaving a larger and larger diffusion hole in the sky, and several thick clouds were pulled into slender spiral arms, moving along the center of the sky, and around them, the empty palpitating blue was constantly expanding outward, like a whirlpool in the water swallowing everything around it

This wonderful sight made the psychic mancer's heart slightly frightened.

That obviously won't be the natural world,——

(To be continued......)