Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 709 The Indisputable Justice Knights

Chapter 709 The Indisputable Knights of Justice
Purvi slowly flew back above the battlefield, but the demon had no intention of paying attention to him.

They had been aroused by the undead, and the two sides fought without hesitation.

The Knights of Justice who charged behind the undead had to go back to rest behind the defensive wall after a few rounds, watching the knights sitting on their horses pouring potion in a daze.

Their eyes are full of longing, and the undead are able to persist in fighting by drinking medicine!
The knights of justice touched the pouches around their waists. The rows of holy water and bottles of tonic potions in them had always been the reason why they were envied by many temple knights. Although they could only be used when demons attacked the defensive wall, it had already made many people Envious.

However, the undead can even bring a bottle of potion tonic when fighting with the minions.

The paladins, who were recharging their batteries and preparing to charge again at any time, completely ignored those malicious people who came to the priest in twos and threes.

With their character and behavior, how could they imagine that when the demons invaded so dangerously, some people would want to do some messy things to hinder them.

Besides, there are still 10 troops below!
Even if there is no morality, there is always some reason, right?
If something really happened, then the undead army below may temporarily reconcile with the demons, let's kill them first.

It's a pity that there are always some people who think that they are extremely smart, and they don't understand the attributes of these elves from other worlds at all, so they go up and abduct them directly with the little experience and common sense in the past.

Even Auberon, who was watching boredly above the clouds, discovered their sinister intentions: "Sill, someone is trying to deceive you, the priestess of Trasil."

Hill glanced at it indifferently: "The undead have their own malicious sirens."

Oberon blinked: "Then why are they still bewitched by Pickle?"

"Well..." Hill organized his words, "They know what happened, and they can find a way to leave at any time, but they are very willing to play this sudden maze game."

Oberon tilted his head and thought for a while before saying, "No wonder Corellon gave them the appearance of an elf. Although they are not his children, at least their personality is similar to that of an elf."

Then he added: "I'm talking about the first group of elves, they are more lively and cute."

Hill nodded with a smile.

It seems that Oberon, a fairy, should be related to those who built the Corellon shrine with the first generation of elves in the ancient elf legends.

Hill recalled that those elves who had entered the Kingdom of Corellon to be with their elf friends forever were indeed driving elk to deliver goods.

No wonder, Oberon's clansmen who left from the Fairy King's Court were easily recognized by the elves and could stay in the sacred place of the Supreme Forest.

When the queen came to the throne, the elves had already fought among themselves to the point of collapse, and it was impossible to casually accept a goblin race with little fighting power to join them.

Hill could hear another thing from Oberon's words. Although they always said that the undead were elves from Trassil, all the gods could see that they were just the shells of elves.

Moreover, the gods who have been to Ferenriel can guess where the soul projections in these elves come from, and there is no need to find the source.

No wonder no gods were alert to the undead, and only those gods from the chaotic department came to observe the state of the undead.

No matter what Corellon wants to do, at least these undead are not his followers, then Corellon's divine power cannot suddenly increase, and his allies and enemies will not worry.

These gods of Toril don't care about how many more visitors from other worlds they have, they only care about whether these visitors will increase the power of the elf gods, and that is the reason why Toril will once again become the world of elves.

Everything else, including the invasion of demons, is only a temporary gain or loss.

For the gods who have countless times, as long as their divine power does not weaken or even fall, no matter what happens in the main world, it has nothing to do with them how many people die.

Many gods are so active now, but they just don't want AO to deprive them of their divine power because of their indifference, and turn them into saints, struggling to survive in Toril.

Whether or not Mystra and Vol'jin had done it to themselves, the gods shuddered at the thought.

Hill sat in the sky for a long time in vain, and the abyss did not plan to send more powerful demons in the end. Although large and small demons continued to pour out, none of them exceeded level 24.

It's just that after discovering that there are more resisters outside the gate of hell, the speed at which demons emerge becomes faster.

Obviously, they intend to use numbers to win.

And the priests on the ground, even though they knew that there was a powerful mage in the sky, they never asked him for help.

It seems that the space here is very unstable, and the defenders don't even have the idea of ​​trying.

Hill exhaled lightly. Fortunately, the devil's door at Trasil was very small. Although it couldn't be closed, the space was stable, and the opponent couldn't make it bigger.

Moreover, the outer crater has been transformed several times by the God of Time and Space, and it has become similar to an independent space. No matter how many demons come out, they can be wiped out in the space.

The level of those demons is not as good as the little demons from below, so they can only be left for the newly entered undead to practice.

Most importantly, it is the gods themselves, not paladins and priests, who guard the demon gate in Trasil, and they don't need the prayers and entreaties of believers.

Regardless of whether it will change in the future, at least the current human gods are quite united when facing a common enemy.

'tsk! Hill clicked his tongue suddenly, and Auberon gave him a strange look.

Hill exhaled, covered his forehead and laughed: "The undead come from two families this time, each with 5 people. Among the priests sitting behind the city wall chatting, one is the wife of the patriarch."

"Is Hill worried that she will be cheated?" Auberon asked. "Shall we go down?"

"Did you know?" Hill replied irresponsibly, "That lady is in charge of all the logistics of the Black Rose family."

"10 soldiers... how many [-] people are in that family?" Oberon, who also manages many subordinates, nodded understandingly, "These guys have hit the iron plate themselves!"

"It should be... fine gold plate!" Hill still has a deep impression of the gentle-looking 'Xiao Liuliu'. At least many people in Black Rose respectfully call her 'Sister Liu'. She has a bald head. received treatment.

Although she doesn't usually stand in front of the stage to talk and do things, the respect for her from the two "Cunlu" and "Old Sanda King" already means a lot.

Oberon didn't say anything more, he just moved to the crystal wall again, staring at the intrigue below without blinking.

Obviously, there's going to be fun.

For the little goblin, no matter how preoccupied he is, he has to watch the fun.

Before the fun starts in the rear, the undead fight leads to a little trouble.

The young master led the sword-questioning knights to charge suddenly, and a rose-colored light hung on his body.

Rose-pink wooden discs loomed behind them, causing confusion among the Templars behind the defensive walls.

The voices of 'Lanzendel the Great Devil' kept coming and going.

The priests and believers of Lansander are often synonymous with big troubles, and tens of thousands come at once, which is enough to scare many people.

Hill even saw some priests knelt down on the spot and held holy symbols to pray, hoping that his god would tell him what to do.

Oberon's attention was also attracted by the morning light: "Ah! Lansander's brilliance is always so lovely, if only he would accept the goblin. Most of the fairies adore him."

The believers that Ransander killed with his own hands will fill his kingdom of God.Hill couldn't help but slander, can the little goblin die with that amount?

But he could also understand Oberon's thoughts. Before Hill appeared, if there was any god who could ignore the Goblin Queen's anger and accept Oberon's loyalty, it was Lansander.

Moreover, unlike Hill, who is more orderly, Ransander, the patron saint of spring and eternal youth, must have a lot of common language with goblins.

It was a pity that Ransander's eyes had never seen these goblins, and he had caused enough trouble of his own.

The offensive of the Asking Sword Knights is obviously much stronger than others, and the bonus to evil brought by the light of dawn is very obvious.

"The devils want to hide!" Auberon stared at that side, and sighed softly.

Hill understood what he was talking about. Although it seemed that countless demons rushed towards the arrogant Knights of the Sword Quest, many great demons turned their heads to find the black rose.

The person here is carrying the power of Tyre, an old acquaintance, so he can fight.

Let the headless guys over there go, there will be no fear without IQ.

If anyone brings Ransander's attention back to the abyss, it is estimated that the soul will be torn into worms by the bottomless abyss.

Ransander has done so many horrible deeds, but none of the demon lords or demon lords tried to tempt him to degenerate. It can be seen that these two evil places are afraid of him.

Even if the abyss is barren and the hell is tough, no one wants to destroy their home.

Hill heard that someone approached the Knights of Justice with sharp ears, and asked them angrily why they brought the Dawn believers here. Did they want the entire gate of hell to collapse completely?

They chattered around the knights of justice, and kept talking about the unreliability of Lansander's followers.

But anyone can hear the underlying meaning: Is Tyre crazy?Was he reconciled and allied with Ransander?If this is the case, other temples should consider whether to continue to stay here.

It was probably because of the iron fist floating behind the black rose that made these people suspicious of Tyre.

The Knights of Justice couldn't argue with it. They are better at direct action. Some knights have already put their hands on the long sword, and they can't help it. This is a slander to Tyre!

(End of this chapter)

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