Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 32
"Holy crap, why is he this idiot?"

Caught the sheep exclaimed.

Teacher Xia: "Are you familiar? Why don't I have any impression?"

"Osewell, the flame of purgation, is a fourth-level paladin. He dreams of surpassing Lao Gao, but in the end, apart from his looks and appearance, there is nothing he can do... This is a novice village. Isn't he here to kill indiscriminately? "

"The Flame of Cleansing?" Mr. Sa muttered the name and suddenly asked, "He and the Fire of the Evil Epidemic are brothers?"

"It's a person!"

"...That's it."

While the three were complaining, Osewell had already taken two steps forward.

He completely ignored Heine.

His goal was clear, pointing directly at Dylan Gitile on George Jr.'s right.

The time and goal were chosen just right.

Dylan Gitile must have engaged in evil rituals, and the Holy Light's judgment on him must be just.

But since he is sitting here, it means that he accepted the invitation and became a member of Ebony Town.

But if little George does not stop the behavior of the person in front of him, he will betray his vassal.

This is a complete shame.

and most importantly...

Arthur isn't here.

"I'm afraid the seventh master (Old Viscount Severn) will not be able to solve this situation even if he is resurrected." Teacher Xia murmured.

Mr. Sa: "This person died in the Blight Scar less than a month after the server was launched. It takes a month and a half to walk from Helm City to the Blight Scar. I guess he was on a mission nearby, and then Donald came nearby."

"Is this the self-correction of the plot?" Zhuoyang sighed: "We destroyed an energy storage well, and a character with no less destructive power than the energy storage well came out to replace it."

Teacher Xia: "Look on the bright side, at least you don't need a level [-] spell caster to deal with this person."

Zhu Sheep: "I know you are very excited about having the Wither Dagger, but with just one kick, he can bring the three of us together."

"...That's right. Damn the Holy Knight is so bad. How can I play without cutting it??"

Catching Sheep is speechless: "You..."

...

George stood up with a livid face.

"I don't seem to have invited you."

"Sorry, I forgot to mention it in advance. I brought him here."

A mountain leader stood up, his expression obviously provocative.

——He is the Konu man whom I saw before catching the sheep.

"I heard that the lord was attacked by a necromancer in the hunting ground not long ago, so I specially invited this paladin from the Eternal Dawn for you."

George frowned slightly.

Donald comes from the southern mountainous area. Although he will not rely on his own influence to convert all the mountain people to the Holy Light Cult, it is not difficult to entrust them to bring someone in.

"I heard that the mountain people believe in the earth and the wind. When did the relationship with the people of Eternal Dawn get better? Isn't it a lot to pay for inviting such a powerful paladin to go out?"

Osewell grinned, showing eight straight white teeth.

"It is my duty to purify evil, and there is no additional cost."

He suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at Dylan Gitiller, who looked ugly.

"Suffer death, evil necromancer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward with his sword!
Whoa!

The solid mahogany round table looked like it was made of paper, with a gap created by his step.

Every time he took a step, a large amount of holy light shot out from under his feet, as if he had stepped on the floor to create cracks.

People on both sides fled!

Of course Dylan couldn't stay where he was and wait to die.

Although he couldn't summon a blood puppet, he raised his hand to summon two blood beasts that were half a man tall.

The blood beasts stood on the left and right in the open space in the center of the round table, opening their terrifying mouths and baring their teeth at Osewell.

"Filth, suffer death!"

Osewell shouted loudly!
A golden sword light struck out horizontally, and the two blood beasts were evaporated by the golden light before they could jump up.

The hall instantly became chaotic.

Fortunately, the gray-robed mage next to Little George had quick eyes and quick hands, and grabbed him and dodged away, so he was not affected.

At this moment Dylan pulled off his shirt and threw it forward.

The magic patterns on it flickered, the energy of death gathered, and a small blood puppet appeared in front of him, barely blocking Osewell's progress.

...

George stared at the domineering paladin in front of him, his face flushed with shame.

He looked back at his father's "old friends", especially the recent old mage.

"Are you going to sit back and watch my subordinates being attacked for no reason?!"

The words have come to this point, but these people looked at me and I looked at you, and they all chose to remain silent.

"This is a trial, my lord."

The mage said calmly:
"Holy light purifies evil. This is normal." "This is obviously a murderous gangster. If he had been slower just now, he would have killed me!"

"So...so it's dangerous here, Lord."

Said a white-skinned man with prominent cheekbones.

After being glared at by George, he immediately lowered his head and said in panic:
"I...we have to escort you to a safe...place."

"you……"

George's vision went dark and he almost fainted from anger.

At this time, I suddenly heard someone shouting:
"This is Ebony Town, the territory of Viscount Severn!"

It's Heine! ?

Heine jumped on the table, pointed at Osewell and cursed:

"What qualifications do you have to define others as filth and even draw a sword against the lord?

"what are you!?"

There was a moment of silence, and everyone looked at Heine.

Even Osewell was stunned.

He had never been scolded like this before.

"And you-"

Heine suddenly pointed his finger at others.

“The villains broke into the venue and committed murders and injuries, endangering the lives of the lords.

“As vassals, do you people want to be shameful traitors!?

"Or are you and him basically the same group!?"

A huge hat was buttoned down, and except for the mage who frowned slightly, everyone else's face turned pale.

George was overjoyed. He tried his best to break away from the people next to him and shouted:
"Fight for me, gentlemen! Capture this murderous gangster and protect Lord Kitil!"

"It is an honor to serve you!"

Heine shouted, then pointed at Osewell, who turned around and walked towards him, and gave instructions to the three skeletons.

"Get up here and fuck him! Move freely!"

Zhu Yang rushed forward without hesitation, not noticing that his feet were stepping on the holy light flame left by Osewell.

Teacher Xia was shocked: "Damn it, Brother Yang, aren't you afraid of giving me some merit?"

"I suddenly remembered that we may not have undead characteristics. If we don't take the double damage of the Holy Light, you can see that his dedication is not hot at all."

Teacher Xia tried to get closer to the flames on the ground, but felt the scorching temperature before he even touched it.

"What the hell, false information. You're the only one who doesn't know how to do anything on the floor. We need to take it easy."

Mr. Sa: "It's over, I think he needs to learn skills..."

Zhu Sheep: "The orders have been given, so I'm just asking you if you can get on?"

Mr. Sa: "Go ahead, even if you risk your life, find a way to get him out of the dedication."

Capture the Sheep’s short answer: “Okay.”

He was in serious mode and had no time to talk dirty.

He could feel the holy light in his body being burned by the devotion, and a feeling of "It's so itchy, I'm going to have a brain" was surging.

This is a precursor to learning skills!

He struck Osewell with a powerful and heavy shield strike.

...

Dylan finally took a breath and cast a grateful look at Heine.

By this time the others had gotten over it.

They were unwilling to take action because they were afraid of offending Eternal Dawn.

After all, the holy light that illuminated the night above the Boneyard still vaguely emerges.

But with such a big hat on them, they have no choice but to take action.

After all, they didn't really turn to the alien race, but their stance changed.

Since the lord took the blame this time, we simply let it go.

Anyway, I have been unhappy with those domineering golden people for a long time!
Then arrows, spells, elemental balls, and all kinds of attacks poured down like rain.

Not to mention the actual effect, it’s quite lively in terms of visuals.

The Konu man who brought Osewell in seemed to be frightened by the paladin, and immediately fell into a situation where he was not human inside and out.

This is not the same as what was said!

Before he could figure out how to explain, Heine's bone spear shot towards his calf.

In fact, he wanted to shoot the opponent in the chest, but the electric shock staff exploded and his spell accuracy was very poor.

The leader of the mountain people was furious!
The totem pole in his hand hit the ground hard, and a piece of earth thorn came out of the air, just blocking the bone spear.

But when he looked at Heine, the latter actually disappeared out of thin air! ?
This necromancer can also sneak! ?
At this time, a guard next to him came over with a sword!
"He actually attacked Mr. Consultant, let me take him down!"

"Damn!"

The mountain man cursed angrily, grabbed the totem pole and ran out the door.

(End of this chapter)