Quadruple split.

Chapter 438 The mood of swinging the sword

Walking in the silent team, Raymond felt a little nervous. Even though the partners around him were full of fighting spirit, even though he knew that he had a glorious and sacred mission on his shoulders, his hands were still trembling uncontrollably .

【If that guy knows what I'm doing, he should be very happy.】

He rubbed his nose uncomfortably, thinking of that old man who always liked to hold a rusty broken sword in a daze, with an astonishingly loud voice and snoring, one of the chief culprits who prevented him from becoming a great performer.

If it weren't for the fact that the other two culprits were his left hand and his right hand, Raymond felt that his resentment towards his father would have been even greater.

The bad old man has been an adventurer for most of his life. He lived without illness until he retired and hoped that his only son would also be an adventurer in the future. For this reason, he even forcibly instilled a lot of messy knowledge into himself every day. Some unreasonable torture called "training" did not take into account the feelings of the parties involved.

After all, although young people have young people's ideas, Raymond, whose fists are far inferior to his father's, has never been chosen. Compared to being exhausted after receiving those messy physical training, he is more unwilling After that, it was repaired until it was half dead, and then it was forced to train until it was [-]% dead.
To be honest, Raymond, who had never met his mother, suspected more than once that he was not his own when he was young. If he and the bad old man were not at least [-]% similar in appearance, this doubt might have continued until now.

"You are a born adventurer, boy, you are destined to take over your father's long sword!"

The old man always started with this passage, and while making himself identify poisonous mushrooms, trying to make a fire with dead leaves and hands, looking for water in a certain wild forest, or chopping a dummy with a big sword, he said plausibly: "Trust me , Extraordinary dexterity can't let you find the melody, but it can make you live half a second longer in the battle, powerful power can't sublimate noise into art, but at least it can smash the nose of any artist!"

And Raymond always retorted: "I don't want to fight, and I don't want to smash anyone's nose!"

Then get beaten.

In the end, this young man who was very passionate about music but very resistant to music still failed to become a performer, although Raymond worked much harder on music than his father
As he practiced spotting harmful plants, he recited the sheet music in his head.

During combat training with the dummy, he swung his weapon to the rhythm in his head.

When he was forced to run with heavy loads every day, he accumulated his creative passion in the countryside and beside the stream.

Finally one day, without telling his father, he signed up for the entrance examination of Panshucheng's "Silver Harp" Academy, and after the chief examiner gave the comment of "a cow playing the piano", he hit him on the ground and beat him up.

From that moment on, Raymond finally realized that the path of art was really not suitable for him, and his father's previous training could really play a lot at critical moments, such as being chased by the academy's security department throughout the city. when.

That night, Raymond thought for a long time, and finally decided to have a good talk with his father tomorrow, and seriously discuss the feasibility of the adventurer's path.

"Maybe this is not the path you want to take, but one day you will understand how much it is to have a goal in front of you that allows you to put aside everything to fight for it, and to have a group of partners around you who can make you feel at ease and surrender behind your back." happiness."

However, the next day, Raymond's father did not celebrate with joy that he had finally achieved his goal. Instead, after a long silence, he sighed deeply: "Forgive me, son, I am a selfish father, so I only put Those things that have been lost but are still inseparable. No, they are imposed on you."

After hearing this, Raymond just remained silent, and did not express any opinion on it.

One day half a year later, the old man squatted in front of his house with his long sword in his arms and dozed off, and never woke up again.

"Old liar!" Raymond, who was walking in the line with his head bowed, squeezed the rusty sword in his hand, shook his head to drive away the ugly old face in his mind, and muttered in a low voice: "If it weren't for that straight-hearted examiner chasing after him from the academy Come out and return the two gold coins that you bribed others, and I really have been fooled by you."

"The enemy still arrives on the battlefield in [-] seconds, the first battle order, ready to fight."

A gentle and steady voice came from the front of the team, and the young priest who always made people feel very kind stopped in his tracks, turned around and showed a very clean smile to everyone: "Although I should tell everyone at this moment, the goddess and You are with me, but she may not be free to come because she has so many things to do every day, but I can at least guarantee that I will fight side by side with you."

"Yes! Your Excellency Black Fan!"

Including Raymond, a total of [-] people in the first battle order suddenly agreed.

"Thank you."

The pastor of the Dawn Sect in front of him, Hei Fan, was smiling. He created the Misha County United Force, wiped out the hidden dangers in the northern border like a prophet, and wiped out most of the mutants in the central region in just five days. He was at an absolute disadvantage. The commander-in-chief who led everyone to gain a firm foothold in the hellish southern border and indirectly saved countless people nodded slightly: "Then I entrust my life to you all."

"Yes! Your Excellency Black Fan!"

The ground trembled once, twice, three times.
Half a second later, a muddy, endless torrent burst down from a distance!

Those were nearly ten thousand crazy undead.

Raymond's hand holding the sword also trembled. Even though he is nearly two meters tall, has explosive muscles, and only took half a year to advance from an ordinary youth to an intermediate swordsman, his character After all, he is still not suitable to be a warrior. Whether it is adventure or fighting, it is incompatible with this literary and artistic young human being. After all, he cannot abandon fear and ignore death.

[So, Father Dead, I am definitely not a born adventurer. 】

Raymond took a deep breath, took a timid but firm step forward, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "But I still took your long sword after all."

The lizardman shield warrior in front looked back at him and asked curiously, "Captain Raymond, what are you talking about with a long sword?"

"It's nothing, just pay attention to the front."

Raymond shrugged, smiled stiffly and said, "Try not to die."

The other party smiled, and together with the other people standing in the front, they stuck their shields on the ground fiercely, and said with a grin: "Haha, don't worry, Captain, including those rotten meat in front, there is no one within a hundred miles who is afraid of death." of."

[Look, old man, anyone is more suitable than your son for this kind of life-threatening business. 】

Raymond muttered something in his heart, and then said something very sincerely: "I'm quite afraid of death."

"Tsk tsk, Captain, you are driving again"

The lizardman warrior half-kneeling behind the tower shield made a grimace, but he was interrupted by the commander not far away after speaking halfway.

"Dawn—the aura of devotion is on, the prayer of healing in the front row is ready for link therapy."

In the next instant, more than ten bright golden lights spread out in the team, and at the same time, the warrior holding the shield at the front also 'lighted up' quickly.

Evenly arranged in the first battle sequence, more than a dozen paladins of the Dawn Sect and dozens of priests behind the sequence praised the goddess loudly, and completed the blessing the moment Mo Tan's voice fell.

"Advantage - front row thorn armor, second echelon toughness blessing, third echelon life growth."

The priests and priests of the Harvest Sect chanted the trumpet, emitting a soft glow.

"Mage—fifteen meters in front of you, prepare for large-scale attack magic."

The magic crystals flickering on the top of the staff were lit up one after another, and the elements in the air quickly became agitated.

"Left-wing thieves—death dust, hide, leave the team."

Dozens of slender figures pulled out the daggers or daggers from their waists with a 'swish' sound, and then uniformly sprinkled a cloud of gray dust on their bodies, and quietly left the main force.

"Shaman—ground binding totem ten meters ahead, stone skin technique in the front row and the second and third echelons."

The most powerful shaman of the entire joint force raised his hand in vain, and closed his eyes to communicate with the spirit of the earth.

"Warlock, Summoner—Earthbound Totem position, low-level summoned creatures."

Imps burning with evil flames, translucent aberrations without facial features appeared from the dimensional cracks or demon circles, and reveled around the ground-bound totem that had just risen from the ground.

"Ranger - bound shooting ready, projectile, three, two, one, release!"

The sound of strings can be heard everywhere.

Bang! ! !
The first mutant who stepped into the ground-binding totem was hit by an arrow in the knee, fell to the ground with inertia, and was cut off from the side by a dagger that came out of nowhere.

For a mid-level thief, killing an enemy whose comprehensive strength is twice as many as ordinary people, has zero perception and falls to the ground is as easy as breathing, and it is not as difficult to dodge the attacks of his own people.

The wind blade tornado rising from the ground, the flames flying from the sky, the icy spikes flying out in all directions, the arcane barrage that appeared out of thin air, one by one spells kept rushing and crushed the ground-bound totem array in an instant. The torrent of death slowed down the speed of the mutants while causing casualties.

With little success
But, as expected.

An evil fire imp hugged the thigh closest to him in a hysterical shriek, then quickly expanded to three times its original size, and exploded suddenly with a muffled sound, shocking all the mutants within a radius of several meters He fell to the ground or flew into the air, and then the rest of the summoned creatures hurriedly dispersed, igniting all the magic power and energy in their bodies, continuously creating ripples for this unstoppable death torrent.

Ripples of flesh and blood.

"Front row shield guards, prepare for impact! You need to hold on for at least two minutes."

Mo Tan waved the cross in his hand and released a [Law Barrier] from afar, and fixed the dozen or so mutants who were tightly packed together, causing them to be trampled into carpets by the same kind behind them, and said in a deep voice: "The second echelon is ready to meet the enemy, attack freely!"

Raymond firmly held the rusty long sword in his hand, a layer of deep blue battle aura burning like a flame appeared on his body surface, and large drops of sweat dripped down his forehead.

Closer, closer, closer.
Boom!Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! !

Just when he was able to clearly see the rotten face of one of the mutants, the lizard man shield warrior in front flew out and slammed into Raymond's feet.

"The second echelon goes up and fills in the gap!"

The scripture in Mo Tan's hand was windless and automatic, and two golden rays of light burst out and quickly melted into the lizardman soldier's body, but he himself didn't even look this way, but shouted loudly: "All are free!" Attack, never let the enemy penetrate here, healers and supporters must protect their own safety, give priority to the front row and the second and third echelons, and the rest pay attention to self-protection, be careful of those who have already rushed in, right-wing thieves immediately call kill!"

"kill!"

Raymond, who had never seen such a big battle before, picked up the tower shield on the ground and thrust it fiercely in front of him. The long sword that turned into a ball of blue flames in his hand cut the two mutants into four pieces. , but still couldn't prevent more monsters from 'seeping' into the defense line from all directions.

Although the terrain is quite narrow, there are too many mutants. Even if the shield bearers at the front don't fall down, they can step on the bodies of their own kind to jump over the shield, and pounce on any living creature with teeth and claws. people who breathe.

In just a few breaths, Raymond, who was at the left end of the front row, was surrounded by seven or eight mutants. Although these mutants could hardly cause him any effective damage in a short period of time, their chaotic and desperate offensive still made him feel uncomfortable. At the same time, the force from the tower shield is getting stronger and stronger. The mutants hitting it and the mutants hitting it are constantly creating pressure on him. Little chance to breathe.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had four or five buffing spells or magic, and was named and blessed by the shaman's stone skin technique, he would have lasted for a few more minutes at most!

This is not Raymond's own insistence, but that the outermost line of defense in such a situation will persist for a few more minutes. If this trend continues, then when the number of mutants rushing in reaches a certain number, the first Layers of defense will exist in name only.

What happens if it fails so soon?
The Requiem plan failed completely, the joint troops were slaughtered, and countless civilians in Misha County who had already seen hope were wiped out.

Is that okay too?

【Not good! 】

"Go back to me!"

Raymond grabbed a mutant by the throat, and smashed it out of the shield as a weapon, directly hitting a small group of monsters, then turned around and drew two cross sword lights, smashing three The undead who was about to turn in from the edge of the shield was divided into four.

What the old man said back then can finally be understood a little bit.

Although I don't think I'm very lucky, this feeling of wanting to swing a sword even if I'm trembling is not bad.

Four hundred and thirtieth chapters: the end

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