What bad thoughts can a paladin have?

Chapter 137 Covering the retreat
"Are you the only one coming back?"

Krusov looked at Krulak, whose face was gradually turning rosy under the effect of lay on hands, and asked.

"Brother Krusov, Pavlyuchenko and the others are trying to cover me..."

Having said that, the young man was already a little bit weeping.

Of the nearly fifteen militiamen in the reconnaissance team, he was the only one who came back alive to report to everyone.

"Look, it's Wolf Smoke!"

At this moment, exclamations came from outside the hotel.

Ren and Leolina walked out of the hotel and looked towards the sky, only to see straight smoke rising into the sky.

"East, north, and west!"

The northern barbarian who walked out of the hotel after the two looked at the direction where the smoke rose, his expression gradually became serious.

He had already asked about the general situation from Krulak.

Their militia team encountered the orcs about fifteen kilometers due north of the town.

Calculating the time, the vanguard of the orc expeditionary force was less than ten kilometers away from the town at most.

Soon, his voice echoed throughout the town.

"Professionals in the town, gather in front of the hotel. I, Krusov, are waiting for you here. Be quick!"

"The elderly, women and children evacuate first, and the young and middle-aged are the last to evacuate!"

"Krusov, take care, kid!"

The curtain of the hotel was opened again, and the hotel owner, holding a long sword and shield, patted Krusov on the shoulder and said half-jokingly.

"When those green-skinned bastards are defeated, I'll treat you to free barbecue for a week!"

After all, he led the others to gather towards the center of the town.

"Are you surprised to see this scene?"

Seeing the surprised expression on the female mage's face from ear to ear, Krusov grinned.

"Those orc clans will launch expeditionary wars every one or two years. This town is located on the federal border, and the army often has no time to rescue it. Therefore, we are all used to being ready to evacuate at any time at this point in time."

He pointed to the professionals who gradually gathered here.

"They, like me, all came out of Kroenke Town. Why do everyone turn off all their affairs at this time of year and return here to prevent the invasion of orcs."

Speaking of this, the eyes of this strong man from the Northland gradually turned red.

"We all know that this is very dangerous. Facing the army of orcs, if we are not careful, we will never come back, but we are still willing."

"That fellow Krusov is right."

A professional dressed as a warrior walked up to Krusov, stretched out his fist and bumped into the barbarian as a greeting.

"The reason is very simple, because this is the hometown where we were born and raised. We will do our best to delay the invasion of those bastards and create time for everyone to evacuate!"

He smiled and pointed to his left shoulder.

"On the battlefield the year before last, my right arm was crippled by those green-skinned bastards. Everyone pooled in the money and asked a priest to use advanced restoration techniques to heal it. My only wish this year is to kill a few more orcs and savages , and, if possible, these bastards had better cut off my left arm, the right arm is really unbearable."

As soon as these words came out, the professionals surrounding Krusov laughed one by one.

Leolina sniffled.

At this time, she finally understood why Howling Federation was called the most united place by her mentor.

"You are all worthy heroes!"

The female mage said seriously.

"If possible, please let me join this sniper battle!"

QTMD sanity!

In the face of those hateful green skins, what reason do we need?
Cut it and you're done!
"No, spellcasters are extremely precious resources and should not be wasted in small-scale encounters. If you are really willing to help us, ma'am, please join the federal army and become a member of the mage group. That's where you are. where it really makes a difference."

Krusov declined the female mage's request.

In the entire Howling Tribal Federation, the largest number of spellcasters are shamans and warlocks, not professional spellcasters like mages.

In his eyes, this beautiful female mage can play a greater role by joining the mage group of the federal army.

"Also, Mr. Ren, the agreement between us is temporarily on hold. If I can survive this war, then continue our agreement; if I unfortunately die in battle, then I can only say sorry to you in advance gone."

There was a tinge of apology in the Savage's words.

Ren waved his hand and laughed loudly:

"Dear Krusov, I think you have forgotten my profession! As a paladin, would I be indifferent to the orc invasion? That would be against the way of a paladin!"

He pointed to Leolina beside him.

"My request is the same as hers. I hope to participate in this sniper battle, and I hope that you, Krusov, can agree. Otherwise, even if you return safely in the end, there is no need to discuss the agreement between us."

"Your Excellency Rennes, your threat seems unreasonable..."

Krusov was taken aback for a moment, then said dumbfounded.

"I'll ask you, do you agree or not?"

Ren laughed, and blinked at the female mage beside her, who also pursed her lips in amusement.

"Well, it seems that I can only thank Lord Ren for your help on behalf of the folks in the town."

The northern barbarian shrugged and said helplessly.

But the next moment, the two who looked at each other laughed out loud almost at the same time.

Soon, under the command of Krussov, more than 40 professionals gathered in front of the hotel quickly divided into a dozen four-person teams, and Ren and Leolina were separated by Krussov. Divided into a team.

In this team, apart from the two of them, Krusov was the only one.

"Let's go! I wish you all a prosperous martial arts and a safe return!"

Surrounded by the crowd, the savage shouted his blessings to those who set out.

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In the bitter cold wind, the three-person team marched in the direction of true north in the snow-covered field.

Among the three, Crusov, who was very familiar with the terrain around Kroenke Town, was at the front and was in charge of the investigation. In the middle of the team was Leolina, who was a spellcaster, and Rennes was at the end.

The bone-chilling air made Leolina tighten the collar of her winter wolf fur coat.

She looked up at the distant sky, and the low gray and black clouds made her almost breathless.

Along the way, they never heard any other sound except the howling of the cold wind.

No matter who it is, it is very clear that this is a harbinger of the beginning of the war.

Animals with a keen sense of danger have fled this area long ago.

Suddenly, a loud eagle cry came from the distant sky.

"Everyone hide!"

From the front came the slightly anxious voice of the barbarian.

Leolina froze for a moment, and was dragged behind a big pine tree by Ren.

Looking through the gaps in the branches and leaves, above the sky, a falcon spread its wings and flew past the two of them.

"It's the orc's falcon!"

Ren's deep voice came from the ear of the female mage.

"Those bastards must be around here!"

What should we do?
The female mage's eyes were full of inquiries.

How to do?
"Naturally kill them!"

Ren and Krusov, who came over quietly, said in unison.

(End of this chapter)