quicksilver blood

Chapter 13 The plan is in progress

"I walk on the road where chariots pass, so I can get the direction of the road without going through thorns and thorns."

The old priest swung his sword staff and collided with the steel whip of the Forsaken God.

"Because the war song of my god, my lord Sivir, resounds ahead, I will not lose my way like a lamb."

He hummed hymns in his mouth, and his strength and agility got a little bit stronger every second.

And Marco's steel whip was always burning with dull poisonous fire.Under Marco's exquisite technique, it moved around the priest's sword stick like a snake and reached Claude's cheek.

The holy aura enough to protect the arrows was ignited by the flame of negative energy, and instead turned into an offensive and attacked Claude's whole body.

The experienced priest immediately released his protective aura, but instead of retracting his sword and staff to defend the steel whip, he raised it up and stabbed Marco in the throat.

It is not impossible to die together, but it is better to exchange injuries for lives——

The two of them thought about the same thing, and slightly deviated from their own vital points, but they had more strength at hand.

Blood splattered.

Claude was whipped off from his right shoulder to his left chest by a steel whip burning with negative energy flames, and his face suddenly became darker.But what's even more miserable is his wound. The wound where he was hit by the barbed steel whip is bloody and bloody, and the flames of slightly burning negative energy embers are burning on the wound, giving off a faint smell of burning.

And Marco's injuries were not minor.Although the enchantment on Claude's weapon has no effect on Marco, the old priest is the priest of the Goddess of War after all, with rich combat experience, sophisticated methods, and multiple magical blessings on him.Even though Marco tried his best to avoid the vital point, Claude still pierced into Marco's shoulder with a fierce hook at the end, almost digging out the entire scapula of his left shoulder.

Immediately, cold sweat dripped from the pain on Marco's face.But he didn't dare to neglect at all, and swung the steel whip vigorously to force Claude back temporarily, and the wound on the shoulder blade burst into a circle of black fire, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

Claude didn't rush to attack, and took a few steps back, bowing his head and praying for healing magic.

"I only wish to lower..."

"To shut up!"

As soon as Claude spoke, Marco yelled suddenly, so loud that even Macon, who was fighting with the other two men in red robes, could hear him.

But as if he stopped abruptly, Claude turned pale and really shut his mouth.

Macken looked back a little strangely.

If you are not afraid of making mistakes and have enough confidence in your concentration, it is also possible to pray for magic in your heart.Moreover, as long as one's own god can hear the divine spell, no matter how loud other people's voices are, they should not interfere with the prayers of the priests.

But the man in the red robe seemed to be able to interrupt the magic spell for sure.And it seems that it has caused some damage to Claude.

After thinking about it in his mind, Macon quickly made a few defensive moves against Kluvien, and then disappeared in place.

Ignoring the two red robes who looked vigilant, Kluvien chuckled, and then suddenly threw the shield out again.

Just when Marco was about to step forward and whip the old pastor to death, he felt a chill behind him.Try to twist your body to prevent your spine from being severed by the attacker.

That is the early warning brought by high perception.But no matter how Marco reacted, he was successfully attacked because he didn't hear the sound of footsteps or breathing at all, and he didn't notice it at all.The sharp chopping sword penetrated from his right waist and protruded from the front of his body with blood foam. The kidney on the right was cut in two, and the pain of the internal organs being cut made his limbs numb.

At this moment, the flying shields that forced back the two red robes circled around and flew over from the back of Marco's head spinning at high speed.Without even turning his head, he could hear the screeching noise behind him.

It was obviously a deadly situation, but Marco showed a ferocious smile.

not good!

Macken, who saw his expression from the side, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he was about to step back when he escaped into the shadows.

But the dark negative energy flames burst out from Marco's body in all directions with a strong wind.Macken, who hadn't backed away, was involved in it, screaming terribly, and turned into a scorched human figure within a few seconds.

"Macken!"

Kluvien's expression changed, and he yelled anxiously.

But at this moment, the two people around him got entangled again.He felt that the two of them were annoying, but Kluvien was unable to force them back for the moment.

But just when the two people in red robes got closer to Kluveen, who was alone, and silently caught a dark red spike falling from his sleeve with his right hand, the sharp staff sword shot from behind. It struck suddenly, piercing the hood of the man in red robe, and lightly sinking into the back of his head.

Twitching, the red-robed man fell to the ground and lost his breath.

The person coming was none other than Claude.

With his magic temporarily blocked, he didn't dare to approach Marco, so he had to listen to the voice and go around to prepare to deal with the two red robes first, so as to form a situation where more people fight against fewer people.

The other red robe saw that the situation was not good, even Ma Ke didn't care, turned around and ran away.

"Don't chase, Macon is still saved!"

Claude quickly stopped Kluveen, who wanted to continue chasing him.

Kluvern spat, squinted his eyes and took out a slender stainless steel throwing ax from his waist, and threw it in that direction with a flick of his hand.

This is not a standard equipment for shield dancers, but a weapon for mountain people.Farara is rich in minerals, and six throwing axes, a dagger, a longbow, and a pot of arrows are the standard equipment for an excellent mountain hunter.

Now Kluveen has joined Karal's Shield Dancer Legion. In order to be able to carry a special metal round shield, neither a bow nor a sword can be carried, but carrying six throwing axes with him is far from enough for him to carry the weight. limit.His adept ax throwing also allows him to take down some of the trickier targets of other shield dancers.

Hearing a muffled groan not far away, followed by the sound of falling to the ground, Kluvien had a clue in his mind—the ax probably hit the point.If you don't care about it, you're dead.

So he turned his head directly, turned the round shield in his hand a few times, and threw it in the direction where the explosion sound came from before.

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According to Pals, today is an unlucky day.

The experiment that Windtalker has been talking about for a long time has failed, and Master Marco's career concept of the Lord of Ashes has also completely failed.

I really don't know when it's a head.This kind of day of hiding from XZ.

Hearing that followers of evil gods came here to stop the experiment, Master Ma Ke brought two of himself to intercept and kill them.The group of fools who blindly believe in evil gods will definitely be easily destroyed by the master, just like when he bloodbathed the temple of the Goddess of War back then, the followers of the evil gods have no resistance in the hands of the master.

but……

"Sorry, I'm holding back..."

Shouldn't have fled with your back to the Shield Dancer.Who would have thought that he had other weapons besides the blade shield-the consequence of being too big was to be hit from behind by his throwing axe.

It must have penetrated the spine. Pals couldn't feel his legs at all at this moment, and he couldn't move at all.

This is bad.Dealing with three professions that are good at melee at the same time, the master is in danger——

But before that, probably first of all, he would lose too much blood and die.I can't move at all, and if I make a sound, I will die faster.

But at this moment, the corner of the black robe appeared at the edge of vision.

"You are……?"

A pleasant hoarse voice came.It was a druid, it was a man of the sect—feeling the familiar breath of nature, the young Ashborne was almost in tears.

"My name is Pals, Pals White Oak, may the wind from the south greet you."

Druid, black robe - appearing at this time, there is no doubt that they are fellow robes of the South Wind Ring.

finally saved.

No, it would be selfish to think so.Compared with this useless person lying here, Master Marco is the precious wealth of the sect, which cannot be lost.

That's right, the useless Pals could die here.Let Master Marco live, and more people will wake up from the false spiritual brainwashing.

A noble sense of sacrifice surged in Pals's chest, and then there was a sense of mission that seemed to shimmer and burn his eyes.Handing over the hard-won redemption to others, the swelling sense of self-realization in my mind even anesthetized the severe pain in my back.

So he shouted in a low voice: "Master Marco is in danger, leave me alone! I am useless, but we can't lose a master... No! Don't go yet, you go to Lord Windtalker and bring more people here Quick, quick—"

"Do you believe me?" the black-robed Druid asked suddenly.

"...Of course I do. What are you trying to say?"

"I just want to confirm your identity."

The man spoke softly in a flat to terrifying voice.The ominous feeling like being slowly entangled by a poisonous snake made Pals feel his heart gradually getting cold, but he couldn't detect anything wrong.

"How do you want to confirm?" Pars's voice trembled slightly.

"The Manifesto of the Embers. It's the one you say every day, gods turned to ashes or something—read it to me in its entirety."

It's that one.

That is not something that cannot be said, so I relaxed and said: "We are the fire bearers of the old order, and we are the apostles of the new world, bringing the news of new life from the fire - ten thousand deaths for all." Gods are reduced to ashes, and from the ashes rises the human will.”

"Ah, that's right. You're the real thing."

His voice was too flat.

Suddenly, Pars finally realized something was wrong.

Even if the Howlers looked down on the Embers on weekdays, they would not cause trouble at such a critical moment.If Master Marco encounters something unexpected, Sir Windspeaker...

Before he could start to struggle, emerald green vines suddenly shot out from the sleeve of the black robe, tightly wrapping around the neck of the young ashes like a snake.

It was as strong as an adult clenched with one hand, which was definitely not the level that the neck muscles could support.If Pals could move his hand, he could tear it off with a little force.

But not at this moment.The black robe in front of me used vines to strangle my neck and forcibly lifted Pars up. The lack of oxygen caused stars to pop up in front of my eyes. My cheeks were swollen and painful due to congestion. The injury on my back where the ax was embedded in me was also stretched, and I could not bear it. of severe pain.

...Did you tear your face off!Are the Howlers and the bastards finally ready to attack Master Mark?
Even if you want to fight to the death.If this person was pinching Pals' neck with his hands, Pals could at least die with the scarlet spikes in his sleeve.But he kept a considerable distance from Pals as if he understood all the methods of the Embers.

But when Pals saw clearly the face under the hood of the black robe, his heart felt as if he was suddenly immersed in ice water, his whole body trembled, and his brain became sober.

——This woman is not from the South Wind Ring.

"Let me borrow your clothes."

Hearing her last words faintly, the world that was constantly blurred in front of him was finally completely submerged in darkness.

(End of this chapter)