Blood of Mercury

"I'm walking on the road that the chariot passed, so I don't need to go through obstacles to get the direction of the road ahead."

The old priest wielded his sword and staff and collided with the steel whip of the god-forsaken.

"Because the battle song of my **** and my lord Sivir is sounding ahead, I will not lose my way like a lamb."

He whispered hymns in his mouth, and his strength and agility increased slightly every second.

And Marco's steel whip has been burning with dark poisonous fire. Under Marco's delicate technique, it flexibly bypassed the priest's sword and stick like a snake and probed towards Claude's cheek.

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

The experienced priest immediately released his protective aura, but instead of retracting his sword and stick to defend the steel whip, he stood up and stabbed it at Marco's throat.

It’s okay to die together, but it’s better to exchange injuries for life—

The two of them thought about it the same, and slightly turned away from their key points, but instead, they had more effort at hand.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Claude was whipped from the right shoulder to the left chest by a steel whip burning with negative energy flames, and his face suddenly darkened. But what was even more tragic was his wound. The wound that had been lashed by the barbed steel whip was bloody, and the flames of the embers of negative energy were burning slightly on the wound, giving off a faint smell of burning.

And Marco's injuries are not light. Although the enchantment on Claude's weapon has no effect on Marco, the old priest is after all the priest of the goddess of war. He has rich combat experience, sophisticated methods, and has multiple divine blessings on his body. Even if Marco tried his best to avoid the key point, Claude's last savage press and hook still pierced Marco's shoulder, almost digging out the entire left shoulder blade.

Immediately, the painful cold sweat on Marco's face flowed down. But he didn't dare to neglect at all, and violently waved the steel whip to temporarily force Claude back, and the wound on the shoulder blade burst into a circle of black fire, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

Claude didn't attack, he took a few steps back, bowed his head and prayed for the healing magic.

"I wish I could come down..."

"To shut up!"

As soon as Claude opened his mouth, Marco suddenly shouted, and the voice was so loud that even Markon, who was fighting with the other two people in red robes, could hear it.

But as if he was suddenly stopped by him, Claude's face turned pale, and he really closed his mouth.

Markan looked back a little strangely.

If you are not afraid of making mistakes and have enough confidence in your concentration, you can also pray in your heart for magic. Moreover, as long as the gods of the gods can hear the magic, 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 seems to be able to interrupt the magic. And it seems to have caused some damage to Claude.

After making some calculations in his heart, Markan quickly made a few defensive moves against Kluveen, and then disappeared in place.

Ignoring the two red robes with vigilant faces, Kluveen smiled hehely, and then suddenly threw the shield out again.

Just when Marco was about to step forward and whip the old priest to death, he felt a chill behind him. Twisted vigorously to prevent his spine from being severed by the attacker.

That was an early warning brought by high perception. But no matter how Marco reacted, because he didn't hear footsteps or breathing at all, he was still successfully attacked without even noticing it. The sharp slashing sword sank into his right waist and came out in front of him with blood foam, the right kidney was cut in two, and the pain from the incision of the internal organs made his limbs numb.

At this moment, the flying shields that forced the two red robes to retreat circled in a circle, and flew over at a high speed from the back of Marco's head. Even without turning his head, he could hear the shrill noise behind him.

Obviously it was a mortal situation, but Marco showed a hideous smile.

not good!

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

But the dark negative energy flames burst out from Marco in all directions with strong winds. Macon, who had not retreated, was caught in it, and he screamed in agony, and within a few seconds he turned into a charred human figure.

"Markan!"

Kluveen's face changed, and he yelled anxiously.

But at this moment, the two people around him entangled again. Feeling the annoyance of the two, but Kluveen was unable to force them back for a while.

But just as the two people in red robes got closer to Kluveen who was alone, and his right hand silently caught a dark red spike that fell from his sleeve, the sharp stick and sword came from behind. It came suddenly, pierced the hood of the red-robed man, and lightly sank into the back of his head.

After a twitch, the man in red fell to the ground and lost his breath.

The person here is Claude.

He was temporarily blocked by magic, and he didn't dare to approach Marco for a while, so he had to listen to the voice and walk around to prepare to solve the two red robes first, so as to form a situation of fighting more and less.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other Hongpao didn't even care about Ma Ke, so he turned around and ran away.

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

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

Kluveen spat, squinted and took out a slender steel throwing axe from his waist, and threw it in that direction.

This is not a standard for shield dancers, but a weapon for mountain people. Farara is rich in minerals. Six throwing axes, a short sword, a longbow, and a pot of arrows are the standard features of a good mountain hunter.

Now that Kluveen has joined Caral's shield dancer army, in order to be able to carry a special metal round shield, neither bow nor sword can be carried, but carrying six throwing axes with him is far from his weight. limit. His axe throwing skills also allow him to take down some of the toughest targets of other shield dancers.

Hearing a muffled groan from not far away, and then the sound of falling to the ground, Kluveen had a certain idea in his heart—it was probably that the throwing axe had hit the key. If you don't care, you will die.

So he turned his head directly, took the round shield and turned it around a few times in his hand, and threw it in the direction from which the previous explosion sounded.

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According to Pars, today is a bad day.

Lord Windspeaker has been talking about the failure of the experiment for a long time, and Master Marco's career idea of ​​the Ash Lord has also failed completely.

I really don't know when it will be a head. These days of hiding.

Hearing that a believer of the evil **** came here to stop the experiment, Master Marco brought two of his own to kill him. The group of fools who blindly believe in the evil **** will definitely be easily destroyed by the master. Just like the temple of the goddess of war when he bloodshed, the followers of the evil **** have no resistance in the hands of the master.

but…

"Sorry, I'm dragging my feet..."

You shouldn't run away with your back to the shield dancer. Who would have thought that he had other weapons besides the blade shield - the consequence of Toda was to be hit from behind by his throwing axe.

Probably the spine was pierced. Pars couldn't feel his legs at this moment and couldn't move at all.

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

But before that, probably first of all, he would lose too much blood and die. Completely incapable of action, and if you make a sound, you will die faster.

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

"You are…?"

A nice hoarse voice came. It was the druid, the man of the sect—feeling the familiar breath of nature, the young Ashes nearly burst into tears.

"My name is Pars, Pars. White mistletoe, may the southern wind greet you."

Druid, Black Robe—appeared at this point in time, there is no doubt that he is the same robe of the Ring of the South Wind.

finally saved.

No, it would be too selfish to think so. Compared with this worthless person lying here, Master Marco is the precious treasure of the sect and cannot be lost.

That's right, the useless Pars can die here. Let Master Marco live, and more people will wake up from the false mental brainwashing.

A noble sense of sacrifice surged in Pars's chest, and then there was a sense of mission that seemed to shimmer and burn his sight. Giving away hard-won redemption to others, the swelling sense of self-fulfillment in the brain even numbs the pain in the back.

So he opened his mouth and shouted in a low voice: "Master Ma Ke is in danger, leave me alone! I'm useless, but we can't lose a master... No! Don't go now, go to Your Excellency Windtalker, and bring some more people! Hurry, hurry-"

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

"...Of course I believe it. What do you want to say?"

"I just want to confirm your identity."

The man spoke softly in a voice that was so flat to scary. The ominous feeling like being slowly entangled by a poisonous snake made Pars feel that his heart was getting colder, but he couldn't realize what was wrong.

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

"The Manifesto of the Ashes. It's the sentence you say every day, the gods turned to ashes or something—read it to me in full."

It's that one.

That's not something that can't be said, so I relaxed and said, "We are the fire-benders of the old order, we are the apostles of the new world, bringing news of new life from the fire—deification of death For the ashes, the will of man rises from the ashes."

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

His voice was too flat.

Suddenly, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Pars finally realized what was wrong.

Even if the Howlers looked down on the Ashes on weekdays, they wouldn't make trouble at such a critical moment. If Master Marco encounters an accident, Your Excellency the Windtalker...

Before he could start struggling, green vines suddenly jumped out from the sleeves of the black robe, and wrapped tightly around the neck of the young Ashes like a snake.

It's like the strength of an adult clenching one hand with all his strength, but it's definitely not the level that the neck muscles can hold. If Pars's hand can move, it can be ripped off with just a little force.

But not now. The black robe in front of me used vines to strangle my neck and forcibly lifted Pars up. The lack of oxygen made gold stars appear in front of my eyes constantly. My cheeks were full of blood and pain. of severe pain.

...Have you torn your face! Are the shreds of the Whistler finally ready to attack Master Mark!

Even if you want to fight to the death, you can't. If this person is holding Pars' neck with his hand, Pars can at least die with the scarlet spikes in his sleeve. But he seemed to know all the means of the Ashes, and kept a considerable distance from Pars.

But when Pars saw the face under the hood of this black robe, his heart seemed to be suddenly immersed in ice water, causing his whole body to tremble and his brain to wake up.

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

"I'll lend you some clothes."

He vaguely heard her last words, and the blurred world in front of him was finally completely submerged in darkness.