Dust of History Chapter 43: Round (continued, part one)

"If you don't want to die, come and help, you can still block the two churches." Asa shouted to the three Hiltons in the distance.

The three of Hilton immediately leaned over when they heard the words. The druid also transformed into a werewolf again. Although Lancelot said before that he was not interested in them, that was just talking. What's more, the guy dressed as a cardinal in the back may be the one who really has the right to speak. For the church, both druids and black elves are absolute pagans, and most of the black elves living in Nigan are even more evil than orcs.

"Boss, it turns out that you have been playing dead all this time. Fuck, you are so tall. I said that even a paladin would not be able to knock you down in one fell swoop. It's a pity that you didn't take the opportunity to kill one of them." Hilton held two He waved his fist and sword aggressively at the templars on the opposite side. This guy is simple-minded and straight-hearted. He came over immediately after hearing Asa's greeting, and he must have never considered any seriousness.

Asa smiled wryly. In fact, after Lancelot's sword sent the majestic battle energy mixed magic into his body just now, although his body was completely unable to move, his mind and senses were not damaged at all. He also wanted to use meditation to break this shackle, but unfortunately, the power of this grudge is not only ingenious, but also unparalleled, and he couldn't dispel it with all his strength.

But until the three of Lancelot started to fight against Sedros, a feeling that came from nowhere shrouded them. That feeling is very strange, very slight, very vibrant, very familiar, and then the body immediately resonates with this feeling.

It's not any place or part that has felt and changed, but every subtle part of the body has that kind of vitality. Like invisible trees are sprouting, growing, and growing in every cell of him. However, the mixed power of dou qi and magic that originally occupied the body is rapidly disappearing. That is not dispelling, but assimilating. The burgeoning vitality in his body absorbed Lancelot's fighting spirit and magic power, and his body immediately regained its freedom.

This change is only taking place in his own body. Outsiders can't see the difference at all, and no one will pay attention to him lying on the ground. That's why he had a chance to repel Christine when he was completely defenseless.

"Everyone stop, please listen to me." The voice called out for the third time. Asa glanced at it. It turned out to be Elf Elder Lloyd. Next to him were Luya holding the leaf of the World Tree and the female elf patrol soldier holding the black longbow. The three of them led the elves and surrounded the group of people who were fighting in full swing.

It's a pity that for the Knights of the Temple and the Cardinal, there is nothing more valuable than getting rid of or capturing the three people on the opposite side. After all, it seems that their side still has a clear advantage. So they have no intention of stopping. And Sedros naturally didn't relax his guard to listen to anyone. At this time, the Elder Elder's yell seemed extremely feeble.

Although no one responded at all, Lloyd didn't seem to have any panic or bewildered look on his face. His eyes kept wandering between the two sides who were at war, and he whispered orders to the female patrol next to him. On the other side, Luya looked at them with anxious expressions on their faces.

Asa's eyes fell on the leaf of the World Tree in her hand, and he was slightly taken aback. He understood where the feeling that made him escape from the shackles of Lancelot just now came from.

Adela stood up and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Even with his outstanding level of white magic in the mainland, it took a lot of effort with a few templars to control Edrick's injuries. He looked at the situation on both sides and smiled coldly. Even he could see that the fighting power of Sedros and Gru was almost exhausted, although he also slightly injured a Temple Knight on his side. Lancelot also spent a lot of energy, but after all, there are still two temple knights, and ten templar warriors are not damaged. More importantly, he still has himself.

As a cardinal, his role in battle is absolutely beyond doubt. But just a few rounds were too fast. And he hadn't put his mind into the fight at all. First, a wall of fire divided the line of sight, and then the rabbits rose and falcons fell, and the figures suddenly merged, fighting spirits and magic flew horizontally, and it was over in just a few blinks of an eye. And now he is fully alert, even with only the paralysis technique, he can easily control the situation of the battle. He didn't recite the incantation anymore, a mass of white light flowed and shone like quicksilver between his fingers, and the long-gathered white magic was about to come out.

Although it was only a short respite, it was enough for a magician of Sedros' level to recover a little magic power. He stared at Adela intently, and a layer of magic radiance in his palm was also ready to go.

Gru and Lancelot looked at each other, and the collision of their eyes seemed to make everyone around them feel the tension that made their skin tighten. Although both of them seemed very tired, they were undoubtedly still the main character in this battle, the soul.

The battle again begins with two spellcasters. Bishop Adela stretched out his hand and pointed at Sedros, and shouted: "Sure." Sedros waved his hand silently, and the simplest white magic purification technique was issued at the same time, and the light spot of the paralysis just hit the air appeared and was dispelled.

Adela's face turned blue, knowing that the paralysis was useless. Although this magic has obvious advantages in battle, its disadvantages are still huge. The lowest-level purification spell can dispel this high-level magic of the same series as long as it has a magic level above the intermediate level. Although it is common sense that priests who can use this kind of white magic will never be enemies with each other, and the church's control over the teaching of white magic is quite strict, but occasionally they do encounter such unexpected enemies. He opened his hand again, and a white light shone on Sedros. The light archery that ordinary priests can only use against undead creatures can burn people into coke when used in his hands.

Sedros refused to hide, waved his hand, and a small whirlwind rolled up the dead leaves and soil on the ground to block him. This layer of light debris can't even be blocked by a stone, but it happens to be able to block the attack of this kind of light.

Under the white light, the barrier in front of Sedros burned violently, and the air was suddenly full of scorched stench. Several younger templars around sighed. They could all see the profound magical power and attainment represented by this spell, but the level of this white magic showed that the position of the cardinal was by no means a fluke.

But Adela's complexion became more and more ugly. The two spells that Sedros used to defuse his attack were the most basic and simplest spells, and it took almost only one breath to recover the consumed magic power. But both of his offensive spells are almost at full strength. There is no doubt about the huge difference in demon control and combat experience. The key point is that if this continues, his mana will bottom out, and perhaps Sedros' mana will accumulate and recover instead.

However, he is not alone here. Just as Adela and Sedros are fighting each other with magic, Wellsky bent his bow and set his arrows, and the magic-breaking arrow once again moved around with a golden light. The air roared away.

His goal is still Sedros, but his goal is Gru. No one would expect to be able to deal with Sedros in one shot, but as long as Gru made a move to save and distract, then Lancelot would have a chance.

Sure enough, Grew, who was confronting Lancelot, had to stand in front of Sedros. This time, he did not dare to reach out to grab the arrow, but just waved it, and the magic-breaking arrow tilted upwards, passing over the heads of him and Sedros and flying straight into the sky. A corner of a tree house was turned into broken branches and leaves all over the sky by the arrow.

Even if he just pushed the arrow away with skill, Gru still took a step back involuntarily. After all, this was a blow from the Temple Knights, and even in terms of strength, it was comparable to those ballistas defending the city. And now he is really tired, very tired. At this moment, he really had to show his flaws.

But the first one to take advantage of this opportunity was not Lancelot, nor any templar or temple knight, but Asa next to Gru.

Opportunities are always fair, it just depends on whether people will grasp them and whether they have the ability to grasp them. Just as Will Skye created opportunities for Lancelot, Asa also took advantage of this opportunity that appeared to create opportunities. Or, in fact, he has been waiting for such an opportunity.

After repelling Christine, he has been doing nothing~IndoMTL.com~So neither Adela nor the Temple Knight paid much attention to him, after all, except for the inexplicable escape from Lancelot's restriction. Outside of going out, his strength is far less worthy of attention than Sedros and Gru. But I didn't expect him to make a move at this time, and it was an unexpected move.

A huge roar immediately filled everyone's ears. It was similar to the roar of Wellsky's magic-breaking arrow, but it was bigger and more powerful. Because the object that made this sound is indeed hundreds of times larger than the Broken Arrow in terms of volume.

A huge sphere with a diameter of one person was formed in Asa's palm in an instant, and then roared and rolled madly towards the opposite side with a commensurate power, aura, and sound.

This timing was just the right time for Adela and Will Skye to make a move, but it was only a little late, the moment after the two of them attacked.

The air is full of scorching heat waves. But at least at first glance at this huge sphere, no one thought it was a fireball, not because of its size, but because of its color. It is not the yellow or red that flames can emit, but the blue, gray, and green mixed together like the water in the sewer and the mold of a rotting corpse. All kinds of disgusting and unknown colors are constantly appearing in some Roll in a sphere.