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Chapter 144 Gretel's Anti-killing (Second Change)

Daniel's spells are indeed running out.

Not only did I run out, but I ran all night without having time to sleep and recover.At this time, the sorcerer is basically a useless one--it is probably because of this that the guys from the referee kept chasing him and clung to him.

After all, a fourth-level mage with a full spell base is completely different from a fourth-level mage who has exhausted his spells.A level 1 fighter might be able to kill the latter, but for the former, several knights charging in formation may not be able to take it down.

"You go!"

Captain Barnes pushed Daniel without hesitation.

He turned to Gretel again, hesitantly.According to the usual practice, when nothing can be done, the casters in the team have the right to evacuate first.Gretel should also go, but that barbarian, I don't know if he can join the formation...

The barbarian is the most powerful one in the team. If he joins, the strength of the team can be greatly improved, and more people can survive.However, according to the usual practice, the followers are only responsible for the guardian object, if Gretel wants to evacuate, the barbarian has no reason to stay——

Captain Barnes hesitated for a while, unable to make up his mind.Gretel has turned to Daniel Mages:
"That's right, go away! Play ghost sound while walking, pretending that we are still running away, so that we can catch him off guard!"

Master Daniel gritted his teeth and turned his horse's head.The sound of heavy horseshoes and running, like the sound of a dozen people rushing together, spread far away.

On the other side, Gretel had already opened his pocket and gave everyone the healing potion: "Take it. I may not be able to take care of you later, remember to drink it yourself!"

"Great, you go too!" Captain Barnes finally made up his mind.The little pastor shouldn't have died here - he was willing to distribute healing potions to them in times of crisis, and he was willing to take great risks to support the Shining God Cult. Such a good little priest shouldn't die here!
The court's hunting team is very strong, even if the barbarian is allowed to take the little priest away, there is only a chance of survival... But if he is left here, there may not even be a chance of survival!

"Go! Let Bernard take you away!"

Captain Barnes gave a low drink.Gretel slid two steps back, and looked at the barbarian pleadingly:

"Bernard, can you... go up there with them?"

"The warriors of the north will not abandon their companions!" Bernard replied loudly, lifted the bone club, and strode forward.

He is tall and has long legs, one step can take another two steps, so he squeezed into the team casually, standing side by side with the two shield warriors.The barbarian bowed slightly, pointed forward with both hands holding the bone stick, and suddenly looked back at Gretel:
"You're fine! Bernard will always be with you!"

"it is good!"

Gretel nodded heavily.He unplugged the bottle, gulped down a bottle of energy potion, felt the cold exhilaration rise in his mind, grasped a tube of oxygen, and strode forward:

"I still have the spell! It's the one you see—I'm with you!"

"What's the range?" Captain Barnes suddenly turned his head.Gretel didn't even think about it: "30 feet!"

"Go behind Bernard! Bernard, protect the little pastor!"

The horseshoes are like thunder, and the pursuers are approaching.

Gretel felt his heart tremble with the ground.Da da da da, da da da da.This is not good, he thought, trying to catch his breath—

The beating of this heart, don't bring a galloping rhythm to the cavalry on the opposite side!
If I go back to check and say that the galloping rhythm is caused by fright, not that the heart muscle is really seriously damaged, or even heart failure, I will laugh at the emergency department!

Even, those guys outside his heart could squeeze in and laugh at him...

Gretel was thinking wildly, and his breathing became more and more short of breath.On the other side of the corner, the knights of the referee slowed down their horses a little and adjusted their rhythm.The sound of horseshoes gradually became uniform, and the prayers of the knights became louder and louder:
"My lord, my lord, you are holy in heaven;

My lord, my lord, you are the law of the earth;
May your light be on earth as it is in heaven;

And we, will be your sharpest blade—”

A dazzling, bright white light gradually lit up from the other side of the curve, illuminating the mountain wall.Then the icy long sword picked up the horse corpse, slashing horizontally and vertically, the heavy horse corpse split into four pieces, rolling and smashing towards Gretel!

"Go!"

Captain Barnes shouted.York raised his shield, and the two shield warriors beside him raised their shields at the same time. Bernard gave a tiger roar, raised his bone club, and poked it out forcefully.At the same time, the horse on the opposite side neighed, and a big sword slashed down with white light like wings!

boom!
The earth trembled.

Gretel stood behind Bernard, five steps away, still feeling like a bomb had exploded under his feet, shaking him back and forth twice.In front of him, the barbarian's tall body bent, his leggings and belt collapsed at the same time, and blood gushed from his hands.

The shield warriors on the left and right, led by York Knights, staggered and fell backwards.

"Come again!" Bernard raised his head and roared angrily, his eyes turned red for a moment, and his muscles stretched out one by one.He tore off the animal skin on his shoulder with a brush, holding the bone stick in both hands, and rushed forward.The knight on the opposite side jumped off his horse and charged forward with swords in both hands:
"Come again!"

The light shines brightly.In a trance, Gretel saw a ray of light rising from the barbarian's bone club, his head raised and hissing, like some ancient giant beast; and on the opposite side of the head of the knight of the Lord of Light, there was an angel phantom, which was exactly the same as the knight swung down the long sword——

The loud noise broke out again!

The knight's greatsword hit the bone club.The light and shadow of the giant beast was fleeting, and Bernard spurted blood all over his body, flew backwards, and hit the mountain wall heavily.On the huge bone stick, branch-like cracks creaked and spread all the way to the middle of the bone stick.As far as the aftermath was concerned, the surrounding shield warriors fell to the ground in a radial pattern, with their shields covering their bodies in a mess——

Even Gretel was thrown to the ground on the spot, rolling several times in a row.

In the terrified eyes of everyone, the knight who fought against the barbarian staggered to his feet and raised his sword forward.

"Surrender." The man ignored the mess and moved forward steadily.He pulled down the mask, Sen Leng's long sword, and Sen Leng's eyes aimed at Gretel:
"Little pastor, you can't escape. Surrender now and swear to convert to the Lord of Radiance. I, Gordon Meneva, in the name of the court, will protect you from death!"

Gordon stepped forward step by step.Bernard wanted to struggle to get up, and supported himself on the mountain wall, but immediately vomited a mouthful of blood.Captain Barnes above shot his arrows with all his strength, and several consecutive arrows flew out, but the opponent didn't care, and waved them away like a branch——

"Your follower is only level 7, right? I am a level 9 knight, and with the blessing of divine arts, I can reach the peak of level 9. Surrender, convert, your follower, you don't have to die in vain—"

With a calm voice, Gordon walked forward slowly.There was only one green leaf on the robe of the little pastor, and only one green leaf was floating on the top of the oak stick in his hand—a pastor who was only a first-level priest couldn't do anything well, and he could hit him ten or eight times with just one hand. individual...

"Don't hurt him—cough cough, cough cough, don't hurt him—"

The savage roared, struggled, and struggled to get up while holding on to the bone club.Get up, vomit blood, fall, vomit blood again, get up again——Gordon glanced at it indifferently, and turned his head leisurely.

Then, he saw the little priest get up from the ground in a panic, put his left hand into his waist pocket, push his right palm forward flatly, and made a gesture that he was somewhat familiar with yet unfamiliar.

"#￥@%——"

A torrent of blazing flames rushed toward us.

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