Dungeons & Dragons: I was kicked out of the team by Brave

Perhaps the instructor was right, the nobility and royal family of Silver Moon were rotten to the core.

"It's amazing. The nobles of the empire still look so pathetic, and the taste hasn't changed at all. It's more or less disgusting."

A man walked out from the depths of the deep canyon, clapped his hands and walked leisurely.

He flashed a big smile.

Chapter 145: Under the Sword Master, everyone is an ant

"Which one is it?"

The warlock quickly retreated into the defense of the cult members and asked cautiously.

He is not stupid. A human who can haunt the depths of the orc territory and be so leisurely can only be a terrifying and strong man.

Rich experience told him that this man was difficult to deal with.

The man walked slowly over, with a beautiful blue bird perched on his shoulder.

The bird was combing its feathers, shaking the feathers on its head, and every move was as elegant as a phoenix.

A blue mage robe is worn on the man. The top of the staff, which is almost as tall as a person, is burning with a blue flame that seems to never go out. There are three eggs wrapped in scales above the flame, which draw circles around the flame regularly.

The mysterious aura made everyone afraid to act rashly.

"It turns out he is a great mage. I'm sorry." The magician lowered his head slightly and secretly looked at Richard with his peripheral vision. "Mr. Master, are you alone? Do you have anything to discuss with me? If possible, please Let me deal with some of the little bugs in front of me first."

As he spoke, he took out the badge symbolizing Baal.

Although the Archmage in front of him may be powerful, he may not take decisive action against himself, a Baal believer.

He does not represent an individual, but represents the Baal Order, one of the three gods of death.

Under normal circumstances, even a half-legendary strong man may not want to deal with the difficult Baal believers.

Richard said easily: "Interesting, your breath is really unpleasant."

It seems that the status of believers in the Baal Order also varies.

Although the warlock in front of him was filled with Baal's stench, his purity was far less than that of Nunalia, the source of all evil.

Richard couldn't help but start to wonder, what is Nunalia's status in the Baal Order?

Thinking of this, he asked: "Sir, who do you take orders from?"

"Huh?" The magician obviously didn't understand why the archmage was curious about the system of his own religious order, but in order to avoid unnecessary complications, he said honestly, "Of course it is the great Pope and the two saints, but our last The one who surrenders is Baal himself, the great god of murder.”

Richard asked in an eccentric way: "What is the gender of the Pope?"

Faced with this strange question, the magician was obviously a little confused, but he still replied: "The Pope is a descendant of Baal, and ordinary believers cannot meet him."

Richard smiled and said, "Can you introduce these two saints to me? Actually, uncle, I have wanted to join the Murder Cult for a long time."

The corners of the Warlock's mouth twitched, feeling that he was being teased.

How could a powerful mage not have his own sect and faction, and he was not desperate? How could he leave behind the days when he was admired by thousands of people and join the Baal Order that everyone was shouting about?

In the final analysis, most people who are willing to take the initiative to join the Evil God Cult are just low-level civilians.

The magician smiled sinisterly and threatened: "Sir, please stop teasing me. There are many of us, and our tempers are not as good as you think."

No matter how powerful a mage is, his two fists are no match for his four hands.

Moreover, this man does not have any guards around him, so even if he is a strong man beyond the fifteenth level, he may not be able to deal with desperadoes like himself.

The magician stared at Richard, secretly murderous.

As long as he stabilizes him by pretending to be friendly, and then allows the assassins in the team to sneak attack, and cooperates with his Baal magic, so what about the Archmage, he is not just another sacrifice of himself!

Veroka broke free from the shackles of the magic and shouted: "Sir, these Baal believers are cunning and cruel. They will definitely attack you. Please call your guards quickly!"

"Shut up, Veroca!" Gavin yelled.

This team of more than ten Baal believers with an average level of twelve is still capable of fighting even a half-legendary strongman.

The mage in front of him was only in his early thirties, even younger than some of his seniors. He didn't look like he could fight against the Evil God Cult on his own.

He must be bluffing!

The magician slowly raised his staff, and a dark spiritual light appeared beside him: "Haha, since you won't leave, then don't leave."

The five-ring magic [Baal's Gaze] began to chant.

Immediately afterwards, the space around Richard suddenly rippled like water, and a dagger appeared out of thin air, stabbing Richard's neck fiercely.

Richard said calmly: "You are the one who hit me first. It will be easier to explain to Nunalia later."

The assassin hiding in the shadows suddenly appeared beside Richard. The moment the tip of the dagger touched Richard's skin, her entire time seemed to be suspended, motionless.

A woman with black hair and purple eyes, who looked like a water ghost, slowly emerged from Richard's shadow. She held a tachi in her hand and gently blocked the dagger.

The next second, the shadow waved the blade, and the back of the blade slapped the assassin hard, and said surly: "An assassin who specializes in shadow travel? Unfortunately, compared to the Eidolons, you are far behind."

Human assassins practice the magic of traveling through the shadow plane, which is equivalent to visiting someone else's home.

The Eidolons traveling through the shadow plane are equivalent to going home.

Therefore, the few remaining assassins lurking in the gaps between the shadows pose no threat in the eyes of the shadows.

"Master, kill them all and leave no one alive. I haven't seen blood for a long time. I may be a little... a little unable to restrain myself."

Ying licked her red lips, her purple pupils a little intoxicated.

As a staunch evil eidolon, she has no compassion for life, only a desire for blood.

With the exception of Richard, Ying could stab anyone with ease without any scruples.

Richard reminded: "Just keep one, I'm still useful, don't play too crazy."

Ying received the command and gently twisted the blade. Suddenly, endless sword light descended on the canyon. Anyone who made the slightest move would be cut into pieces by the sharp sword light.

The few remaining assassins hiding in the shadows couldn't even cry out. Their bodies had been chopped into pieces by the fine sword light, and the sticky crispy meat fell directly to the ground.

This tall, pale and gorgeous woman seemed to have quietly transformed into the God of Death, elegantly reaping the prey she targeted.

"Sword Master?" Several Baal believers collapsed to the ground and asked in horror.

"bingo."

Shadow waved the knife again, and the bodies of several Baal believers seemed to be cut into several pieces smoothly. They were not even aware of their death.

The lumpy corpse slid gently to the ground along the fleshy slope, and the entire canyon was gradually enveloped in a silent and deadly silence.

"vomit."

Several mage apprentices had never seen such a scene before and vomited.

1Chapter 16 You are all my family

Now, the Baal cultists who had a sure chance of victory found themselves becoming the humblest prey, and their companions were easily killed by this ghostly Eidolon.

Fear not only fell on the Baal believers, but also oppressed the mage apprentices.

I originally thought that the most incredible hope was waiting for me, but as of now, it seems that the mage and sword master who saved me are just demons more terrifying than the Baal cultists.

The warlock gritted his teeth and released the five-ring magic [Baal's Gaze].

He didn't know whether the most powerful magic he could use would work, so he could only hit Richard in the crowd with all his might.

The evil aura formed one of Barr's eyes and flew towards Richard at high speed.

The power of high-level magic that comes with fear and horror is indeed very powerful, but he is facing Richard.

With the cry of the phoenix, blue flames enveloped all the mage apprentices.

The simplest link [Single Target Barrier Technique] easily blocked the fifth link [Baal's Gaze], and the warlock finally realized in despair the power of the great mage in front of him.

The gap is really too big, and there is no possibility of a comeback at all.

When the magician came back to his senses, he suddenly found that all the believers except himself had fallen under the blade of the sword saint lady.

He never expected that he would meet the terrifying combination of the legendary sword master and the half-step legendary mage, and he completely lost the will to resist.

In the face of absolute strength, tricks seem to be of no use.

His throat was dry, he knelt down on the ground, and accepted his fate: "I have failed today, but as a believer of the evil god, there should be such a day."

Richard patted the sorcerer's shoulder and said gently: "Actually, we are also a family, so don't panic."

family?

Does it mean a family that loves each other and kills us all with one knife?

The warlock felt ridiculous, but he didn't dare show any sign of it.

The surviving mage apprentices also looked at Richard and Ying in awe, not daring to move.

Even this group of well-informed Imperial Mage Academy students have never seen the power of the Sword Master with their own eyes.

This bloody method of killing Baal believers like cutting melons and vegetables shocked their souls, and the aura of absolute evil made their livers and gallbladders burst.

The current situation does not seem to be a drama about the arrival of a hero, but simply a gangsterism in the evil camp.

Gavin stared blankly at the mess of corpses, suddenly feeling like a circus clown.

He even resented Richard for not coming earlier.

Richard turned around and patted the shoulder of Veroka, who was standing frozen, and said kindly: "Well, don't believe it, in fact we are also a family."

Compared to the roundabout relationship between Richard and Nunalia to the followers of Baal, Richard, who was born in a mage academy, is undoubtedly closer to these juniors and sisters.

Ying stood behind Richard, staring fiercely at the apprentices who were still vomiting: "Don't vomit, I'll chop you up if you vomit again."

This shocked everyone greatly.

Do your family members also play chopping with each other?

"Your Excellency, the Archmage, the 233rd apprentice of the Silver Moon Empire Mage Academy, sincerely thanks you for your heroic rescue."

As the squad leader, Veroca still stood up and gave Richard a standard mage salute and thanked him.

"Don't be afraid, Ying, don't scare them either. Veroca-senpai, right? Don't worry, I'm not a bad person."

Veroka asked in a low voice: "Are you also from the Imperial Mage Academy?"

"Of course, it's a pity that I was expelled midway."

"Expelled midway?" Veroca murmured as he recalled the past history of the college and said in disbelief, "Could it be you!"