Along with this alarm-like roar, the two half-demon men who had been guarding the entrance of the mine also roared and rushed towards the source of the sound.

The people who were awakened just looked numbly at the entrance of the mine. No one dared to go out to see what happened. They were discovered by the half-demon. According to their ferocity, they were definitely dead or alive.

In the mine, only two people moved, one was Shan Ye. The system prompt was like a sharp sword, hanging on Shan Ye's chest. He must seize every opportunity. There is a transformation, which increases the chance of escape.

The other person who stood up was actually the bewitched Amy. Seeing Master Shan stand up, Amy's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and her face twitched. She didn't know whether it was a smile or a greeting.

Not caring about anything else, Shan Ye quickly ran to the entrance of the mine, lay down near the exit, and looked outside under the moonlight.

This is a half-demon tribe of about thirty people. There are more than twenty spacious tents made of flaming cowhide, randomly forming a large circle. In the middle are several piles of burning bonfires, with iron pots or barbecues on them.

With human limbs hanging around, the scene was like a dinner party.

More than a dozen strong half-demon men shouted, holding various weapons in their hands, and rushed madly towards the holy knights who were attacking their own people outside the tent.

The horse is dressed in bright clothes, has polished armor, and the stirrups are all made of brass. The horse's hip is covered with a papal robe made of fine white bird feathers. The white scepter pattern painted on it shines in the darkness.

Shine, increasing the Paladin buff.

"For glory!!" Holding up the knight's gun, which was coated with white paste and had bonus damage to half-demon, the paladin of at least level three pulled the reins hard, and the tall white horse under him was raised violently.

The front hooves, neck-tearing neighing, and the loud declaration of this paladin were like a god descending to earth, extremely majestic.

When Shan Ye saw the paladin who was glowing with white light all over his body, like a light bulb, he was secretly shocked by his opponent's strength.

"Should he be able to kill those half-demon people who are just like fishes? Seeing that this guy's name is so cheerful, and his appearance is so impressive, he seems to be very powerful... Well!" Just when Master Shan was wondering whether he could escape smoothly this time,

The angry horse in bright clothes was like a holy knight descended from heaven. A dull gray beam of light, as if blended with the night, instantly pierced through the chest. The silver armor that was said to be blessed with three defensive formations,

It was torn into pieces like paper.

Not only was Shan Ye dumbfounded, but even the paladin who had been pierced had a look of astonishment and confusion on his face. With such magical attainments, at least a fifth-level mage, why would he appear here? Isn't this a small half-demon tribe?

?With a look of confusion, the Lord Paladin fell forever. The war horse was indeed a war horse. Even if its owner fell, it still did not stop moving forward. It just pulled the Lord Paladin like a dead dog and disappeared into the dark night.

This rather joyful ending was actually out of proportion to the righteous declaration of the angry horse in bright clothes just now, which dealt a huge blow to the paladins who were struggling to fight the half-demon.

"Don't panic! With me as the center, assemble immediately. Don't worry about the holy water. Use all of it!!" A priest who was standing not far away and had been using the buff magic with ease suddenly spoke out a reminder, with a low voice, which soon made some

The panicked paladins calmed down, avoided direct collision with the enemy, and quickly gathered around the priest.

With silver thread as the base and gold thread trimming, the pure white monk's robe is full of low-key luxury. Even the belt of the trousers is covered with silver thread, which makes people lament the wealth of the Holy See.

His eyes were steady and sharp. Even when he was being chased and beaten by the half-demon like a dog in water, the standing priest never wavered, giving the surrounding paladins great courage and confidence.

Seeing that everyone who could come over came over, and those who couldn't come over also knew their own fate, and they frantically circulated the holy power in their bodies, swallowed a large dose of holy water, shouted "For the glory of our Lord!!" and then rushed to the place where the half-demon was densely populated and self-destructed.

, like shining fireworks, ended his life.

Against the background of the self-destruction flash of "Rumble", the priest's stern gaze passed over the more than ten paladins around him, and no one showed any fear or flinch. Being a paladin and a fanatic believer are the basic requirements.

"Very well, my warriors, we have encountered an unprecedented crisis this time, and the Lord will protect us..." The priest began to brainwash us before the battle, and then read an inspiring passage from the Bible loudly. He felt that it was enough, and then changed the subject: "

We need to inform the Cardinal about the conspiracy that happened here. At least one person needs to survive, and I hope it is one of you!"

The priest had a sad voice, and looked at the children of the Lord with a justice that could not be blasphemed in his brows.

"I am willing to die for my lord!" "I am willing to die for my lord!!"

Led by several paladins, the rest of the paladins also half-knelt in front of the priest with firm faces, looking at the priest with burning eyes.

"You..." The priest was moved to tears and shed tears of gratitude. The two sides argued about it. The priest got a chance to survive, while the remaining paladins gained glory and the qualification to return to the Lord. Everyone was really happy!

"May the Lord bless you, my brave warriors..." Since everyone has died and died, the priest, of course, cannot just slap his ass and leave. After some touching nonsense, he carefully removed the small cloth from his pocket.

He took out a palm-sized book from his pocket.

That little cloth bag looks very ordinary, but when you take a closer look, you find that it is not a cloth bag at all, but made of tanned skin from a white-scaled snake over three years old.

Not only is it sturdy, waterproof and fireproof, it also has the magical effect of isolating magic fluctuations.

The small book was rather ordinary, made of solid kraft paper, with a simple scepter pattern embroidered on the cover, which was dull and dull.

But after the priest prayed devoutly, this small, inconspicuous-looking book suddenly emitted dots of white light. More and more white lights gradually appeared on the paladins under the silent command of the priest to open and close it.

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Different from ordinary treatments and buffs, this time the white light had just touched the body, and the wounds of the Paladins were visibly healed, and their tired and sluggish spirits were as if they had been given a shot of blood. Even their aura was heightened.

"For glory!!" The paladins, who had reached their peak spiritually and physically, roared in unison, turned around and mounted their horses, pulled the reins, and urged their horses to rush towards the half-demon crazily.

The priest stood there panting, the secret book he had always treasured in his hand turned into ashes. This kind of increase was not something he could control.

He reached into his secret pocket and pulled out a bottle of holy water. This was not the fighting holy water of those Paladins, but the gentle restorative holy water. The gentle and delicate white light rippled in the crystal glass bottle. The priest drank it in one gulp and finally felt better.

Some.

Watching more than a dozen paladins going to their deaths, the priest completely lost his previous impassioned mood, his face became gloomy, and his eyes flickered.

"Now we're in trouble, that idiot Milo. It doesn't matter if he dies, his father won't let me go!" The Milo the priest mentioned was the paladin who was stabbed to death in the chest. He

I am a third-level paladin. It is reasonable to encircle and suppress this place.

He should be able to capture a small tribe of more than thirty people, and with the priest who secretly protects him, it is even more foolproof. However, this kind of "foolproof" fattening for seniority ruined two entire squads of paladins.
Chapter completed!