Chapter 32: Melee
Chapter 32: Melee
“Holy shit, how come it’s this naive batch?”
Catch the Goat exclaimed.
Mr. Xia: “An acquaintance? Why don’t I have any impression?”
“The Flame of Cleansing Sin Othelwell, fourth level Paladin, dreaming of surpassing Old Gao, but as a result, in addition to his face value and appearance there is no one who can fight …… This is a fucking novice village, he came here not to kill indiscriminately?”
“Cleansing Flame of Sin?” Sa always read this name, suddenly asked, “He and the Flame of Obscenity are brothers?”
“It’s one person!”
“…… like that.”
Between the three sputtering, Othelwell had already taken two more steps forward.
Completely ignoring Heine on the side.
He was aiming straight at Dylan Gittler, who was to the right of Little George.
The timing and the target were picked just right.
Dylan Gittler must have engaged in evil rituals, and the holy light must be righteous in its judgment of him.
But since he was sitting here, it meant that he had accepted the invitation to become a member of Ebony.
But if George Jr. did not stop the man in front of him, he would be turning his back on his vassalage.
It was a proper disgrace.
As well as the most important ……
Arthur’s absence.
“I’m afraid that even the resurrection of the Seventh Master (the old Viscount Severn) won’t solve this situation.” Mr. Xia muttered.
Mr. Sa: “This man died in the Blighted Trace less than a month after opening the service, it takes a month and a half to travel from Holy Helmet City to the Blighted Trace, I guess he was on a mission nearby and then was shaken by Donald close by.”
“Is this the plot self-correcting?” Sheep Catchers lamented, “We destroy a storage well, and immediately a character with no less destructive power comes out to take its place.”
Mr. Xia: “Look on the bright side, at least you don’t need a level five caster to deal with this guy.”
Catch the Goat: “I know you’re excited to have the Blight Dagger, but he can pull a piece of A on all three of us with a single kick of devotion.”
“…… Also oh shit paladins are so badass, can we play this without chipping?”
Catch sheep speechless: “You ……”
…
George gets up with a grimace on his face.
“I don’t seem to have invited His Excellency.”
“Sorry, I forgot to mention in advance that I brought him.”
A mountain folk leader stood up, his expression clearly tinged with provocation.
–He was the Cornu man he saw before catching the sheep.
“I heard that the lord was attacked by a necromancer in the hunting grounds not long ago, so I invited this paladin from Eternal Dawn especially for you.”
George frowned slightly.
Donald came from the southern mountains, and although he wasn’t so influential as to convert all the mountain people to the Holy Light Doctrine by his own influence, entrusting them to bring someone in wasn’t hard to do.
“I’ve heard that the mountain folk all believe in the earth and the wind, when did they get on better terms with the people of the Eternal Dawn? It’s going to cost a lot to bring in such a powerful paladin, isn’t it?”
Orthwell grinned, revealing eight white, neat teeth.
“It is my duty to purify evil at no extra cost.”
He suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at the hard-faced Dylan Gittler.
“Suffer death, evil necromancer!”
As the words fell, he swung his sword and charged!
Wow!
The sturdy mahogany round table was like papier-mâché, and he stepped out a gaping hole.
With every step he took, large swathes of holy light erupted under his feet, as if he had stomped a crack in the floor.
The people on both sides of the table dodged!
Dylan naturally couldn’t stay where he was and wait for death.
Although he couldn’t summon a Blood Golem, he raised his hand and summoned two half-human tall blood beasts.
The blood beasts stood on the empty space in the center of the round table on the left and right, opening their horrifyingly large mouths to bare their teeth at Orthwell.
“Filth, suffer death!”
Othelwell let out a loud shout!
A golden sword light slashed out horizontally, and the two blood beasts were vaporized by the golden light before they could pop up.
The hall was instantly in chaos.
It was fortunate that the gray-robed mage beside Little George was quick on his feet and grabbed him in a flash to dodge away, so he didn’t get caught in the wave.
At this time Dylan ripped off his own top and flung it forward.
Magic patterns flashed on it, and dead qi gathered, a small blood golem appeared in front of it, barely blocking Othelwell’s advancing steps.
…
George stared at the domineering paladin in front of him with a death glare, shame causing his face to flush.
He looked back to his father’s “old friends”, especially the most recent old mage.
“Are you going to sit back and watch my subjects be attacked unprovoked?!”
The words had already been said, but the group looked at you and me, and all chose to remain silent.
“This is a trial, my lord.”
The mage calmly said:
“It’s normal for holy light to purify evil.” “This is clearly an outlaw who committed murder, if I had been a step slower just now, he would have already taken my life!”
“So …… that’s why it’s dangerous here, Lord.”
A white-skinned man with prominent cheekbones said.
Glared at by George, he immediately lowered his head in fear:
“I …… we have to escort you to a safe …… place.”
“You …… guys.”
George’s eyes went black and he almost fainted with anger.
At that moment, he suddenly heard someone shouting:
“This is Ebony Town, Viscount Severn’s territory!”
It was Heine!
Heine jumped onto the table and pointed at Othelwell, cursing:
“Who are you to define someone as an obscenity, or even draw a sword on the lord?
“What are you!?”
There was a moment of silence as everyone looked at Heine.
Even Othelwell froze.
He’d never been scolded like that before.
“And you guys-“
Heine suddenly turned on the others.
“Villains broke into the venue to commit murder and injury, endangering the lives of the lords.
“You people are subordinates, do you want to be shameful traitors!
“Or are you all simply in league with him!?”
A huge hat was snapped down, and except for the mage who frowned slightly, everyone else’s faces turned white.
George was overjoyed as he tried his best to break away from the person next to him and shouted:
“Ministers fight for me! Take down this murderous outlaw and protect Lord Gittil!”
“It is an honor to serve you!”
Heine shouted, before pointing at Othelwell, who had turned his direction towards him, and giving orders to the three skeletons.
“Get up there and fuck him for me! Free action!”
Catch the Goat charged up ahead of him, not paying any attention to the holy flames left behind by Orthwell at his feet.
Mr. Xia was shocked, “Crap Goat aren’t you afraid of giving away your merit?”
“I suddenly remembered that we may not have the undead trait, we don’t eat the doubled damage of the holy light, look at his devotion it doesn’t burn his feet at all.”
Mr. Xia tried to get closer to the flames on the ground, and felt the scorching temperature before he even got next to it.
“Crap false intelligence, you’re the only one who doesn’t eat floor techniques, we have to take it easy.”
Chief Sa: “It’s over, I think he’s going to learn the skill ……”
Sheep Catch: “The instructions are down, I’m just asking if you’re on?”
General Sa: “Go on, take your life and go on, find a way to dislike him out of devotion.”
Catching Sheep replied briefly, “OK.”
He went into serious mode and no longer had time for flirty talk.
He could feel the holy light in his body burning with devotion, and a feeling of “It tickles, I’m going to grow a brain” was surging through him.
This was the precursor to learning a skill!
He slammed a powerful shield strike towards Oswald.
…
Dylan finally caught his breath, and he cast a grateful glance towards Heine.
That’s when the others came back to their senses.
They were reluctant to do anything because they were afraid of offending Eternal Dawn.
After all, the holy light that illuminated the night over the Buried Bone Ground was still vaguely emerging to this day.
But with such a big hat on their heads, they couldn’t help but make a move.
They hadn’t really fallen to the Fae after all, they just had a change in stance.
Since there was a lord to take the blame afterward this time, they simply played it openly.
Anyway, it had been a long time since they had seen that overbearing group of Gold Folk as unhappy!
So for a time, arrows, spells, elemental balls, all sorts of attacks poured down like a rain.
Let’s not talk about the actual effect, but visually it was quite lively.
The Cornu who brought Oswell in seemed to be surprised by the paladin, and then fell into a situation where he wasn’t the only one in the world.
This wasn’t what it was supposed to be!
Before he could figure out how to explain it, Heine’s bone spear shot at his calf.
He actually wanted to shoot his opponent in the chest, but the electric shock staff blew up and his spell accuracy was poor.
The mountain folk leader burst into a rage!
The totem pole in his hand knocked heavily on the ground, and a section of earth thorns drilled out of thin air, just in time to block the bone spear.
But when he looked at Heine, the latter had actually disappeared into thin air!
This necromancer could still sneak!
At this time, a nearby guard raised his sword and slashed over!
“He actually attacked Mr. Advisor, take him down!”
“Damn it!”
The mountain folk cursed angrily and ran towards the door, carrying the totem pole.
(End of chapter)