Paladin

Several flaming arrows were shot from the condescending attic, and soon sank into the black bat swarm.

The number of densely packed flying foxes exceeded the mage's expectation, and shooting rockets into them was like a drop in the bucket. Hewitt ordered: "Shoot to the ground! Ignite all the cloth, pyre and oil drums!"

The moment he finished speaking, a stream arrow sank into the oil barrel with the last trace of sparks, and while the edge of the wooden barrel was gradually eroded into black charcoal, the sealed oil in it was instantly ignited——

The explosion immediately broke out in a small space!

Everyone was caught off guard and was attacked by a huge sound wave, and the swarm of bats screamed and dispersed almost instantly.

Then the flames triggered a chain reaction, and the explosions began one after another. The extremely gorgeous flames erupted layer by layer, covering the entire space in a red light.

The shock wave shook the two small buildings next to him, Hewitt was forced to take two steps back, his light purple eyes reflected the billowing flames in front of him.

The fishing net was hunting and churning in the flames, turned into scorched black and continued to be burned, and finally turned into pieces of fly ash before Huitt's eyes.

Only then did people hear the sound of crackling in the flames, and then a group of closely overlapping flying foxes screamed and rushed out of the flames!

Like a group of huge bolides, rushing out of the encirclement of the fire scene.

They were wrapped into a ball, and when the flying fox that was engulfed in flames fell from the outside, the well-protected flying fox on the inside spread its wings again, and couldn't wait to get out of this hell.

This scene was reflected in Hewitt's eyes, he held the crossbow tightly in his hand, and aimed at the water bag that had been prepared directly above.

Water... just need a little water, these flying foxes have no reason!

The mage held the trigger tightly with his index finger, and the scorching heat had already caused his hair to curl slightly. The scene of flying flying foxes was like little demons flying out of the lava hell, digging marks in his retina.

Hewitt was unable to pull the trigger.

Evan was still standing in the center of the fire, even though he was silent.

No archer goes according to a predetermined plan.

Even bat swarms are regrouping.

No one shot a single arrow.

The bucket was suspended directly above the fire, circling among the raging flames, surrounded by swarms of bats and flickering tongues of flame.

"Retreat...retreat!" Corbett's roar suddenly resounded across the battlefield.

Hewitt took a deep breath, awakened by a charred flying fox carcass falling in front of his eyes; the mage took one last deep look at the center of the fire—

Suddenly, he saw a light.

This light is sharp and narrow, and when it passes through the center of the fire, even the sky full of flames cannot completely engulf it——

This light is so bright and dazzling, as if absorbing all the light here in an instant.

At this moment, the roar of flames engulfing everything, the bustling sound of humans retreating, and the flapping of bats' wings, all of which came to a sudden stop.

The flame was split in half by a ray of light!

The ray of light sank straight over the fire, and when it stopped, Hewitt saw for himself that it was a sword—a phoenix double-edged forged by elves.

It does what no one wants to do.

water!

In an instant, the pre-prepared water sprayed out and poured directly into the fierce flames!

The tongue of fire immediately devoured the water like a demon, and the water immersed in it immediately caused the oil that started the fire to float up and splash. In the blink of an eye, the oil stars, air and high temperature formed the best hotbed for the flame!

"Get down——!"

With a roar, Corbett leaped forward and pulled Huey down.

At the same time as the two were barely prostrate on the ground, the flames shot up into the sky, poured into the two small buildings in the blink of an eye, and after a surge, covered the ceiling of the attic and began to devour everything.

Humans jumped down from the other end one after another, fleeing in panic.

They saw a huge fire tornado rise in the middle of the clearing—

The flames wrapped countless flying foxes, slowly shrinking and rotating like a vortex, and the red and black intertwined flames stretched all the way to the sky, dyeing the dark sky into day!

Sparks continued to splatter, and a huge tongue of flame was swallowed beside the terrible tornado.

The high temperature scorched the pavement paved with stone slabs and cracked continuously. People retreated a hundred meters away, and they could still feel the heat waves and shock waves hitting their faces one after another.

Corbett helped Hewitt to escape, and the platinum cloak on Hewitt was spread out to block the flames coming from behind.

The two were immediately doused with a bucket of water, which sizzled softly on Corbett and was evaporated by the high temperature of his body.

Hewitt coughed twice while sitting on the ground in embarrassment, stood up quickly, and looked around the crowd who described the embarrassment: "Where's Evan? Where's the elf?"

Someone patted him on the shoulder, but he still didn't say a word.

"He's a real paladin." Corbett said in a deep voice. He wiped his face covered in black ashes, his lips were chapped and chapped, then stood up reluctantly, and looked at the The field of fire.

Hewitt stood like a frozen stone statue for a while, then turned around suddenly, and ordered hoarsely: "Take the bucket, go get colder water from the well, prepare bandages... go and call Cesis, Let him prepare the divine spell—go!"

The guards looked at each other, and Corbett sighed: "Go, if it makes him feel better."

Immediately someone took orders.

Hewitt glanced at Corbett's expression, and suddenly said, "You think I've been hit?"

Corbett said nothing, and Hewitt said flatly, "I just know he's coming back."

The flames soaring into the sky were fading, the fuel was exhausted in the big bang, and the fly ash began to be blown away in the wind.

Some people started to organize to put out the fire, but the surrounding houses were slowly starting to burn, and everything was in vain.

Corbett had almost lost all hope, but Hewitt just stood and waited.

Until a familiar figure appeared from the fire.

……

The fire finally subsided, and Evan kept frowning and holding his breath, looking for a way to get off.

Beside him, the shield condensed by the holy light was gradually dissipating. After the paladin found and recovered his phoenix double blades, he had no choice but to use his life-saving cards.

The guard of the ancient kings who appeared after his summoning transformed into a light and shadow, protecting Evan behind him, and the flames immediately moved out to make way for him.

The paladin searched for a way out among the ruins, and after bypassing the collapsed house, he finally ran out of the center of the fire.

Vaguely, he saw someone standing in the distance waiting for him.

Evan quickened his pace, and the moment he walked out of the flames, the ancient guards of the kings behind him quietly dissipated.

He walked out of the hellish fire, like walking in the dark night, but wearing the messenger of light and flame.

The paladin wasn't injured, but was in a bit of a panic. The ends of his blond hair were broken due to the high temperature, and the silver-white armor was stained black-gray.His eyes were aching from the flames, and he had to close them tightly and walk back to a safe place.

Evan was stretching out his hand and said, "Huitt, you..."

Just halfway through his speech, he suddenly heard someone yelling, "Hold him down!"

Evan was caught off guard, and was pushed to the ground in a hurry, and then seven or eight buckets of cold water were poured down on his head, and a magic spell to treat minor injuries also fell on him.

Evan couldn't laugh or cry, and struggled a bit: "No, wait, I'm not injured..."

Then someone pushed his eyelids away, and Cecis appeared in his line of sight, checked carefully and said, "He can see! He can see!"

Evan's emerald eyes moistened somewhat spontaneously because of the extreme discomfort, and then he was embarrassed to see tears welling up in Sethis' eyes.

The monk choked up and said, "I know, I know... Thanks for your hard work, Your Excellency Paladin, welcome back." He bowed his head reverently and hugged Evan, then wiped away his tears with great emotion.

Evan had to hug Sethis back, and wanted to sit up in embarrassment, and then intermittently, he was hugged gratefully by many people.

People patted him on the shoulder, hugged him, kissed him on the cheek, and kept saying, "Thank you, Your Excellency Paladin."

Evan was pushed back and forth in the crowd, and finally squeezed in front of Hewitt, and then was punched in the shoulder by Corbett next to him.

After the captain of the guard punched, without saying a word, he wiped his eyes, turned and left.

Only Evan stood awkwardly in front of Hewitt, and said, "Sorry, I'm a bit late...it seems to worry everyone..."

By the Holy Light...he just came back slowly, not like they thought...he narrowly escaped death.

Hewitt took off the platinum cloak on his body, and silently threw it over.

Evan was covered by the cloak, so he had to take it off and put it back on himself.

Then, the paladin took out a palm-sized ball from his pocket, handed it to the mage, and said, "I... happened to pass by and picked up this thing. It doesn't look like a flying fox, do you recognize it?"

Hewitt glanced at the black ball, took it back into his hand full of disgust, and squeezed it casually—the ball made a creaking sound, and Hewitt said, "It's called Louis."

"Uh, so you raised it..." Evan said in a low voice, embarrassed, "Sorry, it was quite big, but I accidentally stepped on it and crushed it."

"It's already so deflated, its head is just filled with air." Hewitt pinched Louis again, making it make a pitiful chirping sound, "Don't worry about it."

Evan snorted, and stood by the fire with Hewitt for a while, suddenly felt that he should say something, but then he heard:

"Evan... welcome back." The mage said lightly.

Evan smiled gently and was about to say something.

Then he heard Hewitt say coldly again: "Come back to church with me, the curse has not been resolved, we still have a lot of aftermath work, no time to stand here and giggle."

Evan: "..."