Lord Roar

Chapter 177
Sokas and his horse, Iron Riding Beast, were lying on the ground, one man and one beast.

Surrounded by four or five priests of the Holy Light Department of the Holy See, they continued to treat the injuries of the suffering brothers and sisters.

The Iron Riding Beast lay there weakly like a dead dog. Its mighty dragon head, like a disfigured mistress, was covered in blood.

"Just now...was it sword energy?" Sokas lay on the ground, and asked the priest next to him with some uncertainty: "It can't be the power of the sword master?"

Or the priests of the Holy See are a group of masters who are used to storms, and they grinned and comforted: "Well, it's okay, you don't have to worry, there are dozens of giants."

"Giant...giant?" Sokas gasped, and after a long pause, he said to himself, "Fortunately, Bishop Lando and the Templars have arrived."

The pastor fixed Sokas' broken leg, and said in a calm tone, "Concentrate on healing your wounds. I'll go get some holy magic potions. Maybe I'll have to heal the bishop and those paladins later?"

"What do you mean?" Sokas quickly grabbed the pastor's sleeve.

The pastor shrugged and comforted him: "Oh yes, I almost forgot, besides the giant, the other party seems to have a great magister..."

Sokas looked at the teleportation array not far away, and there was a strong impulse in his heart, that is, it is best to crawl in with a broken leg, and then leave this great wasteland full of malice

Two magisters, dozens of giants, dozens of large beasts, war tools with a longer range than the Holy See, a magician who can pull a strong bow, and sophisticated equipment.

Sokas couldn't figure it out, why are you still nesting in the wasteland, Bloodhoof Tribe, you can attack the headquarters of the western parish directly.

Dozens of temple paladins headed by Longningt have no fear in the face of more than 20 giants. They have been brainwashed since childhood, and they are religious lunatics when they grow up. Their best friend is the blessed crusader in their hands. Sword, their worst enemy is the heathen.

They never ask how many enemies there are, only where they are.

More than 20 giants, headed by Samson and Clios, also have no fear in the face of the golden light of the temple paladins. They have been fighting in groups since childhood, and they are hard-working children when they grow up. Food is their best friend and their worst enemy is hunger.

They never asked how many enemies there were, but only asked whether the new boss would take care of the food after the battle.

The giants walked with heavy steps, and the temple paladins also stepped forward.

The giants raised their various weapons, and the temple paladins also raised their crossed swords.

The two gangs are about to explode. .

Two huge scythes filled with necromancy swung at the temple paladin.

Alan, who was sitting on Samson's shoulder, was almost scratched by the scythe, and turned around to curse at Conslet.

Samson also looked at the scars that had scabbed on his big belly with lingering fear.

Ben Conslet still had that half-smile expression, raised his wand and pointed at Cardinal Lando from a distance, and said flatly: "The man in red, I will decapitate him with my own hands."

Lando in the distance looked shocked, looking at Ben Conslet in disbelief.

The two giant skeletons retracted the Death Scythe, and the giant skulls spewed out two streams of off-white gas, flying directly towards Lando.

Lando held up the cross in his hand and chanted a spell silently. A golden cross appeared out of nowhere and slashed at the gray-white gas. Several priests of the Holy Light department behind him also chanted the spell, and the gray-white gas was purified into water mist by a split in two.

The golden cross summoned by Lando flew into the air again and smashed into a huge death skull.

Ben Conslet raised his wand and shouted, "Damocles is dark!"

A crack in the void suddenly appeared in the air, and a black lightning entwined with countless ghosts was shot out. After the golden cross was knocked into the air, it turned into more than a dozen tiny lightning bolts, and after scattering, all of them hit the paladin of the temple on the ground.

The bodies of the several paladins who were shot by the black lightning kept shaking, their skin gradually became dry, and within a short while their whole bodies fell on their backs like mummies that had lost moisture.

"Ben Conslet!" Lando said the name through gritted teeth, and several Holy Light priests behind him were also shocked.

"Lonningt hold him back." After shouting, Saron ran towards the teleportation circle with a few priests of the Holy Light department without looking back.

"Want to run?" Conslet sneered, chanted a spell, raised his staff and shouted again: "The bow of Artemis is the end of the world!"

A void crack appeared again in the void, and a red arrow shot towards Lando's back.

Langningt raised his cross sword and jumped into the air, slashing at the red arrow.

The red arrow shot out of the void pierced through the cross sword and pierced into Longnet's shoulder.

Langningt was carried away by the huge impact force of the arrow, and directly hit Lando.

At this time, Saron also buried one foot into the teleportation array, and was hit on the back by Ronningt who flew upside down. After standing unsteadily, the two entered the teleportation array at the same time. Several priests of the Holy Light department In a hurry, they also squeezed in.

And when the arrows shot from the different space touched the light of the teleportation array, the entire teleportation array also collapsed.

The paladins of the temple who had become abandoned sons seemed not to notice the collapsed teleportation array behind them, they all jumped up and slashed at the giants.

Samson threw Allen to the rear of the paladin. More than a dozen magicians of the Holy See who had just joined forces to resist the power of the blind dragon's sword were just awakened from a coma when they saw a barbarian with a grinning face. He held a strange looking weapon upside down in his left hand, and stood in front of him with a broken hammer in his right hand.

Countless instant low-level spells hit the past.

Allen stepped on the battle ring of the barbarian chief, knocked out a Holy See magician with a punch, grabbed his hair and protected him in front of him, and rushed forward under the baptism of magic.

The incomparably precious magicians of the Holy See, who have been trained by the Holy See for decades, have turned into elderly disabled people.

Allen enjoyed the feeling of breaking the calf bones of these old men very much. He felt that he was like Yao Ming beating Hawking. He was so powerful and effortless, and he threw away the magician who had been shot through the sieve in front of him like throwing garbage.

This group of cowardly magicians wailed twice and passed out again holding their calves.

There were two Vatican magicians with less developed pain nerves. Unfortunately, the other leg was broken by Hualong Ji, and they passed out after rolling their eyes.

The battle between the giants and the paladins of the temple also fell into a stalemate.

The paladins of the temple are all strong, their bodies are quick to advance and retreat, and they cooperate very tacitly.

Three or four paladins entangled a giant, and when they saw the opportunity, they slashed at the giant's foot with one blow.

And every time the giants bent down to fight back, the paladin would go around behind them and slash at their calves again in the same way.

The giants of Samson and his party were too bulky compared to the agile paladins, and they couldn't touch the enemy at all when they were in a hurry.

At this time, Conslet, who was standing on the shoulders of the giant skeleton, had never taken the initiative to make a move since Lando and the priests of the Holy Light ran away, but his eyes were lowered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After defeating more than a dozen magicians, Allen entered the battle group again and fought hand in hand with the giants.

The paladins who had lost their leader didn't panic at all. They attacked together in groups. When they saw a barbarian rushing towards them, the two paladins raised their crossed swords and slashed head-on.

Allen drew a dragon halberd with his left hand to block, and with his right hand used a big hammer to fly a paladin.

It's a pity that the dragon halberd was blocked by the grid, but at the same time it was cut into two pieces by the cross sword in the hands of the paladin. Allen broke into a cold sweat from fright, and kicked the paladin who was about to slash at him again.

"My painting dragon halberd!" Allen roared and ran forward, hugged the paladin with a bear hug, hit the knee close to him, and fell to the ground. The paladin became cooked Xiami, bent over and covering his legs, his face covered in sweat.

Samson next to him seemed to hear the sound of some kind of eggshell cracking.

Allen looked at the small piece of Hualongji left in his hand, and secretly called it a pity.

This painting dragon halberd has been stitched and mended for three years since he fought with him, and another three years of mending and mending, and the thorns on it have been replaced.

Although it doesn't look good, it has a long history of fighting. The first time he beat Hurente, although he didn't make any achievements, he couldn't reap the lives of many soldiers of the Dragon Army. The second time he robbed human merchants In the regiment, it was the painted dragon halberd that slashed Cologne's head, and it was also used when it hit the tree shepherd, Easter. Dragon halberd, not long ago, this painted dragon halberd knocked out the hard heads of many ogres.

Allen cursed: "Facing so many powerful enemies, my dragon halberd is as invincible as a magic weapon. I didn't expect it to be broken in the hands of you, the miscellaneous soldiers of the Holy See."

The holy knights of the temple, known as "miscellaneous soldiers", only paid attention to dealing with the giant in front of them, and ignored him.

(End of this chapter)