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The Eastern Plague Land, the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel, the Silver Dawn’s residence, the undead and the living are fighting, a group of knights wearing silver armors are firmly surrounded in front of the chapel with pale bones. We attacked again and again. [燃^文^库][] Net is worthy of your collection. LX.

Battle flags with broken **** limbs and weapons falling to the ground can be seen everywhere, and the shouts of fighting one after another, the thick blood permeated in front of the once holy chapel, staining the pure white buildings in red.

The mages attacked the priests and healed the knights at the forefront. Although the human camp is constantly compressed, they can still guard their defenses tightly. The bright holy light and blazing fireball have saved everyone from the brink of failure time and time again. When they came back, they gave people the confidence to hold on. They just stood at the back of the battlefield. The high-level human races at the gate of the chapel were all stern, because there were too many undead in front of them. With their power, although they were worry-free for a while, But it's hard to say over time, after all, human beings are different from undead, they are tired.

In the main hall of the chapel, the original rows of tables and chairs have disappeared. Instead, they are replaced by a large number of simple stretchers on which lie a lot of pale-faced and blood-covered wounded, with low voices and weeping constantly in the main hall. When it sounded, the priests of Silver Liming were dignified one by one, rushing around in various stretchers, using their holy light to heal the wounded, with their help, from time to time slightly wounded soldiers tore open the shoulders. Bandages, walked out of the church, rejoined the battlefield, but there were also many wounded who closed their eyes forever under the shroud of the Holy Light, and were carried to the stairs on the other side of the hall.

In a corner of the hall, a priest with a beautiful face and long golden hair gently stroked the sweat-drenched hair on his forehead, and smiled slightly when he looked at the wounded in front of him.

"Okay. You can recover from your injury after another two days of rest!"

She has a beautiful appearance, with a tall nose, rosy lips, gray eyes are soft as water, and with that holy smile, she looks like an angel descending, at least the injured young warrior in front of her face instantly. It flushed red, and the heart beat violently uncontrollably.

"Pastor Papaltres," the little warrior took two deep breaths, and then stammered, "I, I like you!"

And listening to the other party's confession. The beautiful priest was taken aback, and then she frowned slightly, but his eyes fell on the bandages wrapped around the soldier's body but hesitated. Sakura's lips opened, and she didn't know what to say.

"Oh! Don't get me wrong, Pastor Paltrace!" The soldier hurriedly waved his hand when he saw this, and hurriedly explained, "I don't mean anything else, but I don't know if I can survive, so I don't want to leave anything. Sorry. That's why I said what was in my heart!"

The beautiful priest heard the words and let out a sigh of relief. Then he said softly: "Holy light is on, Bobby. We will all survive. I believe Lord Tyrosus and Lord Madonil will figure out a way! The most important thing for you now is to raise it well. Hurt. Don't think about it."

Leaving the other side a sweet smile, the beautiful priest stood up and walked towards the other wounded. The two slender and white legs under the robes of Pastor Bai swayed gently, almost dazzling people's eyes.

Looking reluctantly at the graceful shadow, the little soldier sitting on the hospital bed sighed slightly. Although he didn't expect much, he was somewhat disappointed after being turned down.

And an old soldier with a head and one eye wrapped in gauze smiled when he saw it, and joked: "What's the matter, Bobby, can't you bear it? Also, whether it is body shape or appearance, Paltras is in our place. Yin Sè Liming is the top, and I will chase after her if I am ten years younger!"

On the other side, the older soldier lying in the hospital bed also chuckled, shook his head and said, "But Bobby, I don’t think you have anything to do. In the past two days, seven people have confessed to Paltras and listened. It is said that Valofiste is also one of them, no matter how you look at it, you are out of your turn."

"Valofiste also confessed to Pal?" The little soldier was taken aback for a moment, his face was a bit ugly, and then blushed unconvincedly, "What about that, I will also become more powerful in the future. , Maybe you can catch up with Commander Varofest, then—"

"At that time, the hero will save the United States and turn the tide?"

"Defeat that kid Ashram and embrace the beauty?"

Before the little soldier finished speaking, the two old soldiers winked at each other and laughed.

Then one of them showed a wretched smile and said, "I said, Bobby, how can you fight so hard these days? It turns out that you are holding this idea! I thought you were trying to see Pal Pastor Trish glanced, and deliberately injured herself!"

The face of the warrior who had been exposed to the cautious thought in his heart blushed, and then he gave a cold snort and went to the hospital bed. He refused to pay attention to the two old soldiers, but he did not see the two old soldiers after he lay down. After looking at each other, there was concern in his eyes.

They have experienced far more wars than young people. They understand the current situation. Although it seems that it is not a problem to persist, if there is no reinforcements, their plight will be very dangerous under the continuous attack of the undead. , The reason for teasing the little warrior is to alleviate the other's anxiety.

Paltras, who had just left, was also clear about the current situation. After dealing with the patient on hand, she wandered to the door of the hall, and sighed gently while looking at the boundless ocean of skeletons outside. Looking at the wounded soldiers in the hall and the people who were helped in from time to time, there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

Putting her hands together, she silently prayed to the cross in the hall: "Great Holy Light, may you protect me and wait for victory!"

It's just that the Holy Light didn't seem to hear her voice. Just after she had prayed, she heard the female Pastor Xìng from the commanders at the door let out an exclamation.

"What, that guy Ethanlien refused to come to help us? How could they!"

The female priest looks about thirty years old. She has similar blond hair to Paltras. The difference is that her temperament is more dignified and mature. With the priest’s unique holy breath, she can be regarded as a person. Beauty, it's just that the panic and resentment on her face at this time made her a little bit lost.

And stand beside her. A middle-aged aristocrat who was about forty years old with a serious face snorted when he heard the words, and said bitterly: "That fellow Ethanlien? Since Lord Mograine died, he has been crazy. He The **** crusaders under him have long stopped using us as companions. The soldier I sent for help said that he had never considered helping us after he got the news from us, but planned to take advantage of the Scourge’s strength to be restrained by us. When the time comes, counterattack the Western Plaguelands!"

The remarks of the middle-aged aristocrat suddenly silenced the atmosphere, although it was said that after Yin Liming split from the Blood Crusade, the two gradually drifted away. But the death of a companion once still makes people feel chills.

After adjusting her emotions, the female pastor is also the leader of the pastors. The high-ranking pastor Madonil asked a silver-haired beauty standing beside her: "Ms. Modera. What do you think of the current situation? "

In a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed since the Second Orc War. The fifty-something-year-old Modra still maintains that young and beautiful appearance, although it is said to be youthful for those powerful mages. It's not too difficult, but it is still rare to look like a young woman of seventeen or eighteen years old like her, as if time has frozen her.

But at this time, this one came from Dara. The wizard who supported Yin Sè Liming was slightly lost. Looking at the sky in the distance, I didn't know what I was thinking, but after Madonil repeated the question again, she came back to her senses. Said apologetically: "Sorry, I just remembered something. Well, Ms. Madonil, I don’t have a good idea now. I can only say that my mage and I can hold on for a day or so. After that, Our magic power will be exhausted. You'd better think of something in advance."

Did not get the expected answer, instead received such unfortunate news, Madonil and Lord Maxwell Tyrosus looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

After a long while, Tyrosus said in a bitter voice, "What else can we do now, in the Plaguelands, except for us, there are only blood crusaders. If they refuse to take action, we have nothing to do!"

And standing behind a few people, listening to the conversations of a few people, Paltras’ **** sè is a dark one. As a high-level priest, she naturally also has an understanding of the surrounding battle situation. The situation on the Danlun Continent is almost eroded, dead dead, dead dead, except for Gilneas hiding behind the Wall of Greymane and the overwhelming Stromgarde in the Arathor Highlands, almost all the human forces have been maimed. There is nothing left to support them. If the blood crusades are not dispatched, they can almost be sentenced to death.

"Holy Light, please save everyone!"

There is no other way, Paltras can only close her eyes again and pray silently.

However, at this moment, Modra's voice suddenly came from her ears.

"Actually, there is another strength in this plague land. I don't know if you have considered it or not. After all, they are the masters of the plague land!"

Paltras opened her eyes abruptly, and she saw Madonil asking in some surprise: "Ms. Modera, you mean those high-ranking-"

However, her voice was interrupted before she finished, and a low horn suddenly came from the noisy battlefield.

"—Om!—Om!"

The series of low and heavy voices easily overwhelmed all the voices. The human undead could not help but stopped their movements and looked at the distant sky. Then everyone felt that the ground was shaking suddenly.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!??????"

In the dense and rapid sound of armor shaking, in the depressive atmosphere of the torrential rain, a golden red silk line suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

One after another, the soldiers standing on their shoulders stepped neatly and appeared in sight. The helmets covered their faces were covered by bright red armor, and the golden red flags were raised high.

The silent and solemn atmosphere began to permeate, and everyone quietly looked at this new team on the battlefield. The number of them was so large that at a glance, the entire team was connected to the sky. At the same time, people can't tell where is the sky and where is the team.

The silence lasted only for a moment, and then everyone saw a figure in golden and red armor coming out more and more, standing on a nearby steep slope.

Holding the purple and blue sword in his hand, the figure pointed at the sea of ​​skulls and skeletons of natural disasters, and then shouted loudly.

"—Kill! Get rid of these natural disasters!"

Hum!

With a deep horn~www.readwn.com~, the world changed.

Countless fireballs ejected from the back of the team, with their long tails across the sky, and then fell fiercely among the Scourge Legion and burst apart.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of dense explosions swept across the battlefield in an instant, and the dense military of the Scourge was exploded into countless large pits in the blink of an eye.

Then I saw that team shook slightly, and then it was like a cloud of fire in a storm, sweeping towards the Scourge Corps frantically, and almost instantly, the entire battlefield was enveloped by two golden and red sès.

The sound of broken bones, the warhammer struck across the sound of the air, and watching the invincible team, Paltras wept with joy, "The holy light is on, that is the army of the higher jīng spirits!" (To be continued. (LX.))

PS: Thank you ★Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning★☆The monthly ticket awarded to Cangtianyu and the magic name of the second ice lush heart orchid for rewarding the vicissitudes of life. Infinite Heroes