Olsewell played haphazardly.

After all, this is the mountainous region of Maikala under the blockade of the Four-Power Pact, and he is a fourth-level paladin.

Originally, he was still afraid of the warrior who was said to not fall no matter what.

But now that the other party is not here, he is the ceiling of force value here.

The task Donald gave him was simple:

Kill the necromancer here and purify the evil.

Knock on the hillbillies in this neutral war zone, and also shock the opponents and even allies standing behind them.

As for now, there is one more.

Break the neck of the little nobleman.

Who made him speak disrespectfully to himself?

He didn't think the armored man in front of him was so difficult to deal with, his strength was enough to overwhelm his opponent.

What is so difficult for a warrior with a shield to deal with?

He was not a gladiator on the Zanro Plateau.

The gang of people started a fight and cried wolf, and summoned their father at every turn.

Then Dad summoned Dad again, and he was so powerful that he could stack five or six generations!

The most important thing is that this group of dead souls is not afraid of the Holy Light in the slight......

But the man in front of him is an ordinary human warrior.

The only strange thing was that a flash of gold flashed between the gaps in the opponent's helmet.

Humans with golden eyes?

It's really rare.

He relied on his muscular body to completely overwhelm his opponent, and every time he could easily push away the ...... that was coming at him Uh, chopping board?

What kind of weapons are these hillbillies using......

At the same time, each of his swords causes the opponent to take a few steps back.

Weak!

Too weak!

If it weren't for the distraction of dealing with attacks from all directions, he would have dealt with his opponent long ago.

But as he played, he felt a wave of irritability.

The opponent's strength is obviously inferior to his own, but he has a keen insight.

It was as if he could see through his every move, and he could always move the damn shield to the exact position like a prophet.

Damn it......

What was the origin of that thick, blood-colored shield?

His own Holy Light Shock was actually shattered?

Syllable!

Olsewell slashed back suddenly, his battle instincts allowing him to dodge a most ordinary elemental blast.

At the same time, he also used his sword to smash a water balloon.

No, the guys around me are getting more energetic, they're starting to come for real.

It can't go on like this!

Even if he will be injured by mistake, he has to let go of his hands and feet, and the big deal is to let Donald wipe his ass in the end!

Sensing the evil looming behind him, he plunged his sword into the ground with both hands.

"Holy Light Blast!"

After the angry shout, a golden shockwave suddenly erupted from Olsewell's body!

The pitch-black geyser that had just been summoned by Githil melted before it could get closer.

The people who participated in the siege were also overturned on their backs by those who were hit.

Someone was stunned, someone was blown away, slammed into the wall and fainted.

Thankfully, the old mage had lifted his shield and protected George.

The nearest catcher couldn't dodge it, and his armor scavenged into a scavenging selp, breaking several ribs.

The worst thing is the helmet, which is directly split in two and cracked!

A skull head popped up.

Olsewell Pupil Earthquake!

Lose...... Undead???

He looked at the other man's feet in disbelief-

Cracked golden flames were dense like spider webs.

That's my "giving......

And yet the undead stepped on it like that......

Suddenly, it's right!

It strode forward with a flame of golden light.

Just as he had rushed at Dylan Githil.

At every step, there is a burst of holy light......

Every step left a golden footprint on the ground......

The two holy flames were superimposed, and outsiders couldn't understand what it meant.

- Holy Flame, of course it's Olsewell's.

But the Flame of Sin's own eyes are about to pop out!

That's not his skill......

That's the opponent's!

Stunned, the strange skeleton had already come to him, and then raised the ridiculous bone cleaver.

Bang Bang Bang!

The opponent's offensive suddenly continued like a tidal wave.

Olsewell's heart was flustered, and he didn't dare to touch the strange holy flame, so he hurriedly retreated.

He didn't realize that he was leaving his Flame Range step by step.

At this moment, there was a crashing sound from behind!

Boom!

There's a sneak attack!?

Olsewell swung his sword in a circle with both hands, and the sword was bathed in a liquid light.

But the attacker ducked as if he were an unpredictable prophet.

He didn't see a hole in his armor.

The scales of victory began to tip from this moment.

…

Just looking at the surface, catching sheep is as cold as a fighting machine.

But actually—

"Damn, buddy has learned to give! Dude has learned to give! Dude is not a shield warrior anymore! ”

He also mastered this skill by repeatedly washing his feet in devotion.

Catching sheep: "The guess of the 'force field' is correct, and sure enough, you still have to learn the skills in the battle of the same attribute." ”

Teacher Xia: "I still think that you have more potential as a warrior, and you can force the other party to leave the scope of dedication if you have so many poor attributes." ”

As he spoke, he saw the right moment to sneak up on Olsewell's back.

The yellow-green dagger was like a hot blade cut into hard cheese, a hard but hard cut in the armor of the bag.

Mr. Sa: "Will this grandson be a holy shield?" ”

The arrows he shot either didn't break through the defense or were blocked, and the battle was useless, so he could only move his mouth.

Catching the sheep: "The fourth-level holy knight will definitely know, but it can be interrupted." ”

"Huh?" Mr. Sa was stunned: "Can the Holy Shield Technique still be interrupted?" ”

He had always thought it was instantaneous and invincible.

Catching Sheep: "Not in the game, but here is the reality, there must be a slight interval between activation and full effect, which is not difficult to see when he uses the Offering and Ring (Holy Light Impact), I guess it has something to do with the driving principle of energy. ”

Teacher Xia: "Try your best, it's time to fight!" Look at my physical chokehold! ”

Mr. Sa: "Damn, but if I have a mourning arrow, this matter will be fine." ”

Teacher Xia scolded with a smile: "1500 gold coins for a consumable, you don't take it to fight the gods and shoot ants to play!" ”

"Just wait, Heine will buy it for me sooner or later!"

"What kind of green tea are you talking about......"

…

Interrupt the Holy Shield?

Could it be that this guy will still be invincible to Hearthstone?

Heine had remained invisible ever since he dragged the mountain representatives into the quagmire of battle.

He took advantage of the chaos to shrink into the crowd and swim among them.

Some of them have obvious enmity with Eternal Dawn, and they are very heavy.

Others were worried that they would be liquidated after annoying the people of gold.

For example, the thin and tall mixed-race hunter who was complained by Mr. Sa about his father's poor aesthetics.

Most of the arrows he shot were pierced by Brother Yang, but fortunately, he was already weak.

It sounds like he's from a farm in the eastern suburbs and he's worried about his business.

After all, everyone knows that the Silver People of the Whispering Forest and the Gold People of the Luku Plains wear a pair of pants.

There was also an elderly mage in old robes, who rescued George and had the guards take him out.

This was Heine's first time meeting the mage, and it was not the same as the mage he remembered rubbing fireballs.

The opponent used a shield and flashed once, and then he didn't make a move.

From the respectful attitude of the people around him, it is not difficult to see that the other party has a high status.

Fortunately, his attention was focused on the field and he didn't have time to take care of his side.

Now they were discussing the skeleton that was not afraid of the light, and Heine who had just jumped out of now.

But the conversation quickly turned back to the situation.

He ...... He's going to be fine, right? The hunter whispered, "I don't want to bear the wrath of the Eternal Dawn." ”

At this time, Olsewell was actually being pressed and beaten by the sheep.

The mage snorted: "The knight who can use the Holy Light Shock is at least a fourth-level elite and has mastered the Holy Shield Technique. ”

The hunter breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's fine."

One of the Konu sneered, "You don't fight for the lord now? ”

The hunter's face turned white.

He stole around and realized that George had already left.

There was another low sneer, laughing at his timidity.

Heine sighed in his heart that this was George's vassal.

By this time, the situation on the field had been completely reversed.

As Olsewell's armor was chiseled out of a hole by Mr. Xia, the yellow-green dagger brought out a handful of blood.

The paladin's face turned green in an instant.

It's really covered with a layer of grass green!

His reflexes were noticeably sluggish, his steps were loose, and even the force of his swing of the sword was visibly weakened.

"He's already preparing the Holy Shield Technique." The old mage spoke suddenly.

"How do you know?" The hunter wondered.

"Hillbilly."

He scoffed, but gave an explanation.

"Looking at his neck, the power of the Holy Light flows through the blood and spreads through the heart to the body, and the blood vessels in the neck are the most obvious."

Hearing this, Heine immediately stared at Olsewell's neck, and found that it was indeed the "golden" tendon that burst out.

At this time, the light was faint, probably still brewing.

Catching sheep guessed correctly, such a powerful skill must not be instantaneous, at least it has to be foreshadowed.

He slipped quietly behind Dylan.

The latter, alert like a cat, spotted him immediately.

"What man!?"

"Shhh

Heine didn't think much of it, and quickly repeated what he had just heard.

“…… So do you have a way to stop his Holy Shield technique? ”

Dylan stared at Otherwell on the field, his smile both happy and sinister.

"I'm going to make him regret it!"