Paladin

When they walked out of the church, the light rain was pattering, hitting the messy street.

According to the plan, Hewitt led the people to the residential area to prepare traps. Before leaving, they accidentally found a little weapon for self-defense in a shop.

Evan distributed the weapons to the unarmed fishermen behind him.

In the shop, Hewitt looked back and forth at a strong short bow, threw it to Evan and said, "Go on."

Evan took the short bow in a daze, tried it awkwardly, and handed it to the guard behind him: "I don't know how to use a bow."

Hewitt: "..."

The mage said in disbelief: "You are an elf." He had never heard of an elf who could not use a short bow.Most elves are trained at a young age, and no matter what profession they choose as adults, the bow and arrow will always be one of their permanent adepts.

Evan saw his surprise, and smiled in a low voice: "You are a mage, and you don't know the spell 'relieve the curse'."

"This spell has already been cut off from the inheritance of ancient arcanists, and disappeared in the burned tomes." Hewitt said with a cold face, "Modern arcanists must fully analyze the source and casting structure of a curse before they can construct it. The corresponding special dispelling spell, I am sorry to disappoint you."

After the mage finished speaking, he led his team across the street and disappeared directly in front of Evan.

The paladin looked at his back blankly and thought: He is not the one who would be angry about this.

Evan arranged for a few people to sort out an area, and walked quickly to the baron's mansion. On the way, he met Sethis who was comforting and treating the wounded.

And Rose and her brother Tim.

The curse was obviously still tormenting the young boy. He kept crying out for hunger in a coma. Rose had no choice but to tie him to a post, holding a handkerchief in her hand and constantly dabbing a little water on his dry lips.

She saw Evan and was so excited that she wanted to come up and ask something.

However, Evan just nodded encouragingly to her, restrained his platinum coat, and hurried towards his destination.

—He has no time, they all lack time.

Corbett and some of the guards were trapped in the baron's mansion. Evan thought it would take some effort to convince them, but Corbett was fully prepared: "Needless to say, what plans do you have, I will fully cooperate."

……

When the sound of the rain stopped completely, the night had already spread completely above the black clouds.

Everyone waited under the huge bronze bell, and Hewitt held a torch and looked up at Evan standing on a high place.

The blood elf watched for a while, jumped off the copper bell and said, "It has already begun to gather. These bats have found a cave not far away to shelter from the rain. Now they are expected to arrive in a quarter of an hour at most."

After landing, what greeted him was a basin of fresh pig's blood.

Evan was caught off guard and was splashed all over in embarrassment. He wiped his face in embarrassment and said, "...at least let me prepare first."

Hewitt said indifferently: "You should be mentally prepared when you say you want to make bait. We don't have much food left, and all we can find now is animal blood... stand over."

Evan walked over, and the platinum cloak flicked slightly as he walked, and the pig's blood that was barely stained on it immediately rolled down.When Evan stood still, his cloak was as neat as ever, without a speck of dust.

Paladins have also discovered this.

The mage grabbed his cloak and observed it for a while, but he didn't find any traces of enchantment on this seamless and gorgeous cloak-this ancient craft has exceeded the Arcanist's expectations.He pondered for a moment, and finally said, "Take it off."

Evan hesitated for a moment, and Hewitt asked, "Why, this cloak is very important? I will keep it safe."

This legendary cloak is one of the most important pieces of equipment for a Paladin, perhaps second only to his Phoenix Blades.In past battles, its special effect has saved the lives of paladins several times - that is the legendary death immunity.

When its user is on the verge of death, the next fatal damage received will be completely immune.

Evan shook his head, took off the cloak, and said with a smile: "Yeah, it's very important, please don't put it anywhere."

The mage took the cloak, and then heard Evan say, "Hewitt, put it on for me so I won't lose it."

Half an hour later, the scouts fired the first rocket into the sky.Bat swarms have pressed into the town again with a curse.

Everything is ready and the time is fleeting.

Evan was walking on the street, smelling his own scent helplessly...

Well.Difficult to describe.

The blood elf was quite upset and had to try to focus elsewhere.

Hewitt was standing on the mud loft next to him wearing a platinum cloak. Looking down, he saw Evan looking up.

They looked at each other from a distance of several meters, and the paladin said with his mouth: I will be back soon.

The mage moved his mouth and replied: I know.

Evan shook his head helplessly and smiled, then turned around and walked to the end of the street.

He walked extremely steadily at first, then gradually quickened his pace, and finally sank into the darkness like a white shadow.

Paladins heard the cacophony of flying fox swarms, which would disperse soon after entering town, but hadn't yet.

And everyone has hid behind the first line of defense, and the bats are restless because they cannot find enough food, until their insensitive senses of smell and vision search for the only creature on the street.

When Evan was standing at the corner, he had already seen a group of bats like a dark cloud covering the market, flapping in vain the supplies boxes that had already been emptied.

The appearance of the paladins immediately attracted their attention. Evan took off the phoenix double blades on his back, raised his hand and whistled.

The next moment, the bat swarm immediately became restless, and the black cloud they formed was spinning like a vortex, and densely packed flying foxes flew towards Evan like arrows.

Even if I have seen such a scene before, it still makes my scalp tingle.

Evan stared straight at the swarm of bats with his sharp eyes, and he stood motionless until the first flying fox was about to pierce his fangs into his arm. Come out from the swarm of bats!

Holy Storm!

Another vortex lit up from the center of the bat swarm!The ubiquitous light devoured everything nearby, and then the snow-white sword light roared out. The power of this sword savagely cleared the way for the bat swarm to attack him, and countless flying foxes screamed from the air and fell to the ground.

This movement attracted almost all flying foxes.

Evan exhaled lightly, held his sword flat, and saw the swarm of bats startled by the sword, circling in the narrow street to form a new torrent, and pounced on him again.

A faint holy light shone on the paladin's forehead, gently blowing his blond hair.

He retreated gradually, then turned around, and quickly ran towards the agreed place.

The ubiquitous swarm of bats followed the light like a shadow. They passed through the gaps between the houses, diverging and merging like black rivers, clinging to Evan's shadow.

……

Hewitt was waiting in the attic, and he heard the nervous breathing of the archers beside him.

This kind of silence is extremely tormenting patience. In the residential buildings on both sides of this laid trap, all the people who can use bows and arrows they can find are ambushing, and now they are waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

The demon spirit behind the mage was the first to hear something, and softly warned its master.Hewitt took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Everyone get ready."

The archer obeyed his order, and the sound of the bowstring tightening sounded one after another; then the blocking fishing net was pulled up, overlapping and covering the enclosed space in the center of the two buildings.

Hewitt heard the sound of the lasso ringing continuously, and the fishermen on both sides were completing the final arrangement. At the same time, he saw a ray of light suddenly break into the trap.

Evan's appearance heralded the official start of the battle.

When the sound of the bow and arrow leaving the string began to sound one after another, the flying foxes had already poured into this space like a tide.

The paladin stood still in the arena, and when he turned around, the double phoenix blades had already been unsheathed again, and the overwhelming holy light shot out from under his feet, and the black bats were sure of it.

The entire black cloud covered the area with the pace of the paladins. While the flying foxes were flying down and scrambling to eat the remaining food on the ground, the humans on both sides were doing their best to reduce their numbers, and at the same time raced against time to pull the fishing nets. rise.

"Louis, go help." In the attic, the mage shouted in a low voice, "Why haven't you closed the fishing net yet?!"

A key node of the net got caught by a giant flying fox and the fisherman screamed in terror and fled his post.After losing this link, the huge net covering the bat swarm immediately collapsed into a corner.

The invisible demon Louis shuttled through the swarm of bats. After finding the flying fox, he immediately turned into a real body and bit it out.Then countless flying foxes screamed and pounced on the demon spirit, and they disappeared into the black bat swarm at the same time.

The cable creaked, and the three layers of strong fishing nets began to fall sideways with gravity.

Evan's nimble figure kept dodging among the black bats. Like a ray of silver light, he passed through the trap according to the established route. When he looked up, he saw the fishing net above his head collapsing.

The paladin made a decisive decision, rushed forward, grabbed the end of the cable, and then jumped back into the trap with incomparable speed. After wrapping the cable around the doorpost, he grabbed half of the fishing net with one hand, and pulled out his phoenix double with the other. blade--

"Hewitt!" Evan yelled.

Everyone saw that the center of the black cloud was lit up with a sword light again. Evan was standing in the center of the trap, holding onto the corner of the fishing net with his own strength, ensuring that the giant net would enclose all the bats in the open space.

Hewitt stood outside the fishing net, and the guards around him were fighting desperately with the fish that slipped through the net.

Black shadows kept flapping in this area, and the sound of flying foxes beating their wings drowned out any other movement.Crazy fighting has become the only way for human beings to vent their panic and despair.

The mage stared closely at the light surrounded by the black shadow, and whispered tremblingly: "It's now, let's shoot the arrow... Light it up! Shoot the arrow!"

Corbett yelled: "Evan is still inside! He's standing in the middle of the trap!"

Hewitt brazenly snatched the crossbow in his hand, and shot the first rocket into the chaotic swarm of bats: "I said—shoot the arrow!!!"

The author has something to say: =L= I like to write about falling in love in a bloody and chaotic world, and I especially like charismatic leaders and wise leaders to seduce each other... oh no.

If you think Mr. Evan’s IQ is inferior, it’s not that he’s stupid, but one of his leadership qualities:

He is used to letting the mage analyze the situation and set the policy, and not doing it himself can only mean that he fully trusts Huitt's ability, not that he is not smart enough to do it;

In addition, before everyone takes action, Evan will be consulted. I don’t know if you have seen this... Evan is already the actual leader of this team, and his will is the one that plays a decisive role.

A good leader should know how to let everyone find their own position and play the best role, and let them have their own sense of mission and honor.Evan is working hard to subdue Mr. Grand Arcanist [laughing]