Lord Roar

Chapter 200
The standard equipment of the temple paladins is already very good. Although they don't carry heavy weapons such as giant swords because they are light-packed, they still carry a portable saber.

In order to keep up with the speed of ascetics, and to save horsepower, the paladins of the temple did not carry giant shields, but at least they had half-body light armor to protect them.
The portable sword blessed by the holy light system is handcrafted by a master blacksmith of the human race. The whole body is covered with steel, with wrought iron as the outer skin, and hundreds of refined steel are mixed in the middle. Beautiful and smooth, and extremely good at piercing armor.

The crafting technique of the temple paladin's portable sword can basically be regarded as the most advanced and perfect craftsmanship in the Saint Cassis Continent.

And the half-body light armor blessed by magic also played a very powerful protective role, and the manufacturing process was even more cumbersome than their sabers.

Strictly speaking, this kind of half-length light armor is already considered a magic item, and it is custom-made for each temple paladin. In addition to the initial mold, a large amount of magic stamping in the later period will continuously suppress the steel, and finally burn it on the body. Magic runes focus on mana elements, and it is difficult for ordinary swords to break through defenses, let alone break defenses, cutting on them may not even leave a mark.

The first is the resistance of the steel itself, and secondly, the magic element can resist damage very well. Finally, the magic rune activates the wind magic on the armor, which can continuously disperse the damage to achieve the effect of protecting the body.

It can be said that a set of standard equipment for a temple paladin is more expensive than a hundred sets of armor in the regular army.

But what shocked Field was that the temple paladins and ascetics lost not in martial arts and strength, but in equipment.

The giants' steel long sticks swung at the paladins of the temple. The latter either vomited blood or flew upside down on the spot. Facing this kind of incomparable elemental power, half-body light armor could not do anything at all.

And the paladin's sword pierced the giant's calf, and the latter didn't respond at all. That is to say, the magic weapon that the Holy See spent countless hours building couldn't break through the giant's leggings at all.

Field has observed the leggings of the giants. There are no beautiful patterns, no flowing magic elements, and no engraved magic lines. Some are only thick.

Field thought helplessly that sometimes when the armor exceeds a certain thickness, there is no need to infuse magic power to strengthen the defense.

Just like your armor, no matter how much magic power it can store, no matter how much resistance it strengthens, it still has no walls to resist beating.

In the same way, the giants are so self-willed, whoever tells them to be strong, whoever tells them to remind them to fight, whoever tells them that their leggings can catch up with other people's steel gates.

The sword of the holy knight of the temple is indeed very good at piercing armor, but it can't break the big iron gate.

The armor of the tribal warriors is indeed as thick as a big iron gate! ! !

The angry armor of the temple does have a good protective effect, but it's not so damn resistant to battering hammers.

The King Kong sticks of the giants are indeed comparable to battering hammers! ! !
When Field saw Conslet approaching with a sneer, he didn't even recover immediately, but was still immersed in shock.

Savages of the wilderness?Giants on the plains of Garnia?

How can they have so much steel?
How can they have so many excellent combat equipment?

"Report your name!" The handsome old man still had that bloody expression on his face.

Field forcibly gathered the remaining Holy Light magic in his body. Seeing that the other party was not in a hurry to attack, he began to repair the broken arm. Looking at Conslet, he only shook his head with a wry smile and did not answer.

Conslet frowned and asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Field still didn't speak, but tried to show a generous expression.

"Pfft!" A blood-red elemental arrow pierced Field's eyebrows and passed through his head.

Field's expression finally changed, and his eyes were full of horror.

He was wondering, he was a magister no matter what he said, wouldn't the other party have a question he wanted to ask?
I wonder why I can't sense any fluctuations in magic power around me at all, when the other party silently summoned an instant spell to kill me with one blow.

Before he died, Field shouted in his heart: I just want to pretend to be a B. Don't you big men admire the most brave men who are not afraid of death?

"The rank of the sub-sage!" At the moment before his death, Field fully understood.

That's right, for a holy magician whose half foot has stepped into the unknown, no matter whether it is a magister or a magic apprentice, they are no different from ants. They are all mortals who are closest to the gods.

The space in the holy mountain is a holy-rank magister, and the way he used to look at himself is different from that of the lowest-level handyman.

Conslet snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "You are not afraid of death, and you still use magic power to repair the body, which is even more pretentious than Allen!"

Looking at Field's dead body, Conslet beckoned to little Zach, and the two stepped onto the bone dragon and flew towards the Bloodhoof camp.

The leading tribal warrior snapped his fingers, lifted his visor and shouted: "Clean the battlefield, pick up everything you can, brother Samson, you pull up the cordon, Master Rooney, watch over those two guys."

The leading tribal warrior pointed to Thackeray and Old Lacey who had been hanged and beaten up to the present.

Rooney turned back into a human form, and silently chanted a few spells, and the tree men made up of four wood elements surrounded Thackeray and old Lacey.

The two warriors raised their hands to Thackeray and old Lacey, their eyes cold and unfeeling.

Thackeray knew that there were poisonous crossbows hidden under their arms.

"Uncle, was that druid just now?" Thackeray didn't dare to act rashly at all, and the scene of the ascetic's tragic death just now is vivid in his memory.

Old Lacey, who had always been fearless, sat on the ground and said with a smile, "Well, he's still a magister druid."

"Hey! Isn't that the same realm as yours?"

"Bah!" Old Lacey spat bloody phlegm on the ground, pointed at Field's body with disdain and said, "The magister is a fart, didn't you see the one lying there?"

"That's right!" Thackeray nodded in agreement and continued to ask: "Then just now, that master in black robe..."

Thackeray didn't continue talking, and looked at his uncle with an inexplicable expression.

Old Lacey smiled self-deprecatingly: "Today is really eye-opening!"

Thackeray looked at the bloodhoof warriors and giants cleaning the battlefield, and couldn't help but think, didn't you open your eyes, in the future, whoever tells me that the barbarians and giants are poor, I will kill them with a knife.

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Along the way, Thackeray and old Lacey received no treatment befitting their status.

The father and son did not reveal their identities, nor did they ask about Alan's whereabouts. Of course, they thought that the rescuers who fell from the sky belonged to the Great Chief tribe.

Of course, this is not their fault. In their thinking, perhaps only the Great Chief tribe can afford such elite warriors and giants.

When Thackeray and old Lacey entered the Bloodhoof camp, they finally understood why they didn't see a single beast after they entered the forest, and the barbarians absorbed all their feelings.

Rooney, who is also a magister, put a magic brand on old Lacey before leaving the two, temporarily sealing the magic element in the old housekeeper's body.

But Thackeray was not so lucky. No matter from his appearance or his clothes, he could be seen as a high-ranking warrior who possessed a good fighting spirit. Two big-armed barbarian warriors tied him up with handcuffs and shackles specially made by dwarves. .

The hard-fated father and two were thrown into the stone house in the center of the three animal pens.

Old Duff and Rooney have both received this treatment before

"Uncle, have you seen it?"

"What do you see?" Old Dove tried to gather the magic power in his body, but found that it was useless. Only then did he realize that this kind of magic imprint might still be a secret technique of the druids, which is different from the confinement cast by ordinary magicians.

"It's just... anyway..." Thackeray hesitated for a long time without saying anything.

Old Lacey waved his hand, he looked at Thackeray who was walking all the way with a face full of shock, it was not like his heart was like a stormy sea.

Ever since he walked into this huge barbarian camp, he was filled with shock.

Is this still a barbarian camp?This is simply a small city, and it is a particularly developed small city.

All kinds of ferocious beast cubs are crawling all over the place, and some large ferocious beasts raised in free range can be seen as domesticated.

The houses where the soldiers live are right next to the traffic arteries and are arranged in an orderly manner.

Medium and large beasts with relatively low intelligence are housed in countless animal pens.

A mage tower with surging magic elements.

The Kakalu War God statue is tens of meters high.

Smokey dwarf workshops and rows of cellars.

On the huge training ground, a group of muscular men are practicing battle skills, and a human warrior with strong fighting spirit acts as their instructor.

Howling griffins are constantly hovering around the camp in charge of vigilance.

A large group of giants sitting cross-legged on the ground were actually practicing the Common Language of the Great Road.

All of this made old Lacey doubt whether this was a barbarian camp.

After a while, footsteps came from outside the stone house.

"Prisoners of war?"

"No, it was saved from the Holy See."

"Oh, let the chief let these guys take it to see if it's some human noble, and if they can get some ransom."

"Ok!"

"Betty is like Princess Jana and Scott, who wants to give a white note again. By the way, who the hell saw my horned python?" After finishing speaking, the owner of the voice left.

The two thought the voice was very familiar, but they couldn't remember where they had heard it before.

Two soldiers walked in with expressionless faces, and lifted them up very rudely.

"Uncle, why don't we try to report Miss Dina's name?"

Old Dove shook his head, and whispered: "It's better not to, Claire's source of information is not accurate, what if the Holy See and they deliberately framed Allen with dirty water?"

Thackeray thinks about it too, because he really can't figure it out. That useless baron who has no seriousness all day long can do so many great things in the wasteland. Allen just splashed dirty water.

"What are you talking about?" The tribal warrior leading the way turned his head in dissatisfaction.

A soldier behind Old Du Fu kicked him in the ass without saying a word.

"What are you kicking me for?" Old Du Fu asked coldly.

The tribal soldier who kicked him sneered and said, "Hey! Our chief said that the older the old man, the more he will be full of bad things. If you don't kick him, he will kick someone."

(End of this chapter)