The fighting has become white-hot, and the two sides that have stopped have not communicated again.

With a wave of his hand, the few remaining melee professions on the Black Armor Army's side took out a bottle of potion and poured it down.

This is obviously a go-get, and these potions should be some kind of hole card method.

For a short time, Thor couldn't see what the potion was, but if he took it out at this point in time, Thor estimated that it would not be a treatment, and it was likely to be a drug with serious side effects such as 'madness', otherwise Douglas would not have carried it until the end to reverse the situation.

The white mage robe may be in danger over there, there are already few people and weak, and the Black Armor Army has a few more freaks who drink medicine.

However, none of this had anything to do with him, so Thor crouched down and moved along the parapet towards the side of the battlefield. Stay away from the frontal battlefield first, so as not to spread the magic flying around when the two sides are desperate.

As soon as they moved a short distance, the battle between black and white had begun again.

Thor seized the opportunity to glance over the low wall, just in time to see the white-robed old man's wand in his right hand, his left hand spread, and the sleeves of his robe stirred and agitated while pulling a series of lightning bolts between his hands, but it didn't seem to be an offensive magic.

With the old man in the center, a spherical magic shield with lightning luster appeared, protecting the white-robed people in it.

The black-robed mages' magical attacks slammed into the shields, and all of them bounced off, one of the fireballs bounced off and flew towards Thor, blasting another gap in the low wall near Thor. Thor took a sip and hurriedly moved to the side again.

If you're unlucky, you'll not die if you're caught up through the parapet, but it's definitely not a good feeling.

By the time Thor returned to the battlefield, there were casualties on both sides.

Two more people fell on the other side of the white robe, only three remained, the old man and a swordsman and a mage. Strangely, the black armor army who drank the medicine didn't seem to take much advantage of it, and there were still three black-robed mages and two melee fighters, including Douglas.

The situation of twenty to eight was forcibly consumed to five to three.

The white-robed archbishop is indeed an archbishop, not to mention that he is still an old guy with sophisticated means.

However, Thor estimated that this archbishop should only have the strength of the sixth order, because he was not like the third-order elder of the eighth order of the Dark Council, Justin, who could give Thor a sense of oppression just by looking at it.

Perhaps, he was almost ready to make a move?, Thor pulled out the sword behind his back again.

It's not that I want to help, in fact, the two groups of god sticks Thor are disgusted.

However, from the conversation between the two sides, Thor had already heard the general idea.

The white mage robe should be the Bright Holy See that was active in the Bright Calendar period, and later the divine right was transposed, and the Bright Sect was bloodily purged. was accused of being a heretic by the Dark Council, and has been hunted down to this day, and can only survive in the shadows of the mainland.

Although the identity of the Black Armor led by Douglas the Apostate is unknown, Thor suspects that they are the Dark Cross, if not the Dark Council, at least the minions of the Dark Council to eradicate dissidents. The Dark Council, on the other hand, is its own enemy.

Lucia, the girl who escaped death with her life, and the friendly villagers of Undercurrent.

This account will never be settled unless the system of the Dark Council is shattered one day. At that time, he had the will to die, and although he took away a few shining descendants of the Odrenza family, the matter was not over.

It's a pity that he was cursed at that time, so he could only stop temporarily and come to the border to endure and accumulate strength.

At this moment, the people who encountered the Dark Cross began to run through their chests again with years of anger.

Thor is ready to make a move, slaughtering one and counting one. The reason why he didn't intervene in the battle at the beginning was because at that time he rushed out to find death, and now the people on the battlefield are dying in twos and threes, and he has a chance.

With a decision, Thor quickly reached the rear of the Black Armor Army.

At this time, there were only five black armor soldiers left in front of two melee soldiers, and three mages shrank behind the melee battle, which was also a common protective position on the battlefield, but it just exposed the mages to Thor.

I like mages.

It's definitely impossible to kill three mages at once, it's no problem to kill one of them in a sudden cover, and the remaining two may open their magic shields in an instant. After that, he should pounce on the melee and help the white-robed people pull a melee so that the battle can be played.

With a simple judgment, Thor leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, remembering Lucia's head bowed and silently parting.

When I opened my eyes again, my whole body flowed with immortal power.

With a decisive turn, Thor sprang out of the gap in the low wall. At this moment, if the white-robed archbishop looked at Thor, then it caused the Black Armor Army to be on guard for an instant, and Thor's sneak attack might not have much effect.

However, the old fox's old way lies in this, and the attention of the Black Armor Army is almost all on him, after all, he is the strongest combat force on the entire battlefield. And the moment he saw Thor suddenly appear, he didn't even look away.

Not only that, but he spread his hands very cooperatively, condensing the glow of magic to attract all the attention of the Black Armor Army. In the blink of an eye, Thor's sword slashed through the wind, slashing off a mage's head with precision.

With the help of the inertia of his sword-swinging body, Thor slammed into a black-robed mage beside him who had just reacted. He stumbled and fell into the arms of the remaining black-robed mage.

This subtle slight impact was only intended to disrupt the balance of the black-robed mage's body and interrupt the opponent's opportunity to cast a spell. As for the results, it will not be known until it is used up, and now it seems that it is not only effective, but also effective.

Seeing the momentarily overlapping figures of the two black-robed mages, Opportunity! Thor instantly changed his original plan, threw down the two black-armored melee behind him, and raised his long sword to chase after the two black-robed mages with a stabbing attack.

Listening to the clashing of blades and the explosion of magic behind him, Thor breathed a sigh of relief.

Obviously, the two black-armored melee fighters behind him were entangled, if the white-robed mage was holding hands to watch the play and let himself play alone, the two melee soldiers would surround him and estimate that he would also go to see his ancestors, but fortunately, the white-robed side cooperated in a timely manner.

"Bang~" Before the black-robed mage with unstable balance could stand up, a slight sound of a sharp blade piercing sounded in his heart.

Thor originally hoped that this sword could penetrate two mages at the same time, but unfortunately, the mage behind him pushed his companion in his arms when Thor stabbed him, but he himself subconsciously took a step back.

As a result, Thor only pierced one.

The only remaining black-robed mage was momentarily flustered, but quickly instinctively raised his hand to cast a spell.

If Thor had pulled out the sword from his corpse and pursued it, as most stereotypical swordsmen do, it would have been too late for the magic to be smashed in the face, but Thor had never been that kind of person. When he descends into madness, his head, body, hands and feet are his weapons.

The moment the stab was successful, Thor decisively exerted his strength with his feet, and with the inertia of the stabbing body, he abandoned his sword and pounced on the last mage.

No matter how advanced his magic means are, he just pounces, and what he originally grabbed was the time difference.

In the end, an unknown magical light rippled around the black-robed mage, and Thor was already like a big moth, directly pounced on the other party's face, and rolled to the ground with the other party in his arms. Then Thor decisively slapped a headhammer and smashed it first.

The black-robed mage saw that the wilderness was full of stars, and Thor tugged at the other party's collar and saw for a moment that this was a female mage. The appearance is young and beautiful, and it is clear that the mages pay attention to the maintenance of their appearance.

But does it work?

You don't even have a hair compared to Lucia's brilliance.

A sad and tyrannical smile rose from the corner of Thor's mouth, and he raised his hand to cling to the mage's white neck, and then suddenly pressed both hands together until there was a satisfying 'click' sound from the head in his arms.

Releasing the floppy lifeless corpse, Thor lay on his back on the ground and exhaled, then rolled over and sat up.

The battle on the melee side has ended somehow.

The result was similar to Thor's guess, he pulled the three black-robed mages, leaving Douglas's two melee battles to the three archbishops, and the balance of victory would inevitably tilt in favor of the white-robed side.

At this time on the battlefield, only Archbishop Bernate and a white-robed mage were still standing there, and there was originally a melee on the white-robed side, which should have died together with the two black-armored soldiers in the short-term fierce collision just now.

Douglas the Apostate, beheaded without even leaving a last word, returns to the god he believed in.

Thor pulled his sword from the corpse and shook the blood. Then he took out a magic scroll to cover it in his hand, and deliberately let the two white-robed mages see this action, after all, the strength of others may be above his own.

In case someone wants to kill them or something, the scroll in his hand can also temporarily deter them. Of course, this is actually just a secret scroll, used to bluff people, and this is the sadness of not having short teleportations and fly spells.

"Thank you for your help. Archbishop Bernate took two steps towards Saul, his face looking pale, perhaps due to an overdraft of mana, or something else.

Even if he felt that Thor only had the strength of the fourth order, Bernate did not take it lightly, on the contrary, he was faintly a little guarded.

After all, Thor is a little unsteady now, and he looks murderous.

Seeing that the old guy had no tendency to turn his face and find trouble, Thor waved his hand.

"It's not about helping, I'm just a passerby. There are two reasons why I will shoot, the first is the egg and the stone, I like to stand on the side of the egg. Another reason, they are also my enemies, that's all. ”

"You say we're eggs?" The white-robed mage behind her, who had not spoken, spoke suddenly, and from her crisp voice, Thor suspected that it was probably another shiitake mushroom. However, it didn't work, and Thor had never had a good impression of the Divine Stick.

"At least in this battle, when I came to see it, do you think you're a stone?" replied Saul in a very faceless manner.

"You're the stone ......" The female mage stiffened her neck, as if she wanted to say something, and the white-robed archbishop waved her hand.

"Below is Bernate of the Holy See of Light, who is fortunate to be respected by the faithful and is currently temporarily appointed as Bishop, and this is Her Majesty the Holy Maiden of our Holy See of Light. Bernate said to Saul.

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