Knight's Guide to Anti-Wolf [Western Fantasy]

The warm winter sun slantly shines on the ancient trees, and the mountain wind undulates, bringing out golden fallen leaves.

The undulating mountains are the biggest barrier for the mountain people. An ordinary mountain warrior is a gray wolf in the forest. Their unique short-legged horses are more like large goats, and they can easily jump in dense forests and roadless mountain streams. , and even jump on steep cliffs.

They are not tall, but their bodies are sensitive and strong. Both men and women are powerful hunters. In the forest, a mountain hunter can easily deal with a squadron of 15 imperial soldiers.

Lauer sat on the branch of a huge oak tree and deftly pulled a handful of nuts out of the squirrel's hole until only a small half of the fruit remained in the tree.

Mountain people know to leave enough fruit to allow squirrels to survive the cold winter, so that they may find food from tree holes in the coming year.

And under the tree, the captains who were traveling with him had gathered together, swept out a clearing of rotten soil, set up a big pot, and cooked the food looted by his men.

"Raul!" a team leader shouted from under the tree, "We found a lot of fat sausages and fresh bread, come down and eat."

"Okay." Raul put the nuts into his pocket, "You have harvested a lot today."

"I found a village during the day, and there were quite a few people in it, but it's a pity that there are only a few good ones." A team leader cut several large pieces of sausage for him.

"You killed civilians again?" Raul frowned slightly, "We don't want to break soldiers on civilians until we take down Violet City."

"Why not, Warren burned 10,000+ of our civilians to death!" When this matter was mentioned, the captain's eyes blazed with anger, "This kind of people is far behind."

"Then seek revenge from the Duke of Violet." A young captive who was tied up next to him glared at them, "You are useless, you only dare to vent your anger on innocent people!"

"If you weren't a pastor, I would have thrown you into the pot a long time ago." One of them stood up and kicked him over.

"Okay." Raul grabbed his companion and helped the boy up.

"Raul, you are in love with this pretty boy, right?" A captain laughed, "You can just tear off your clothes, and we won't say anything."

"Nonsense!" Raul was a little embarrassed, but he still carefully helped the boy sit down.

"It's useless how much you scold, save a little strength, and when Violet Castle is captured, you can leave."

"..." The young man gave him a bitter look, and finally shut up.

Raul scooped up a bowl of soup from the pot and handed it to his mouth: "You drink it."

"Let me go." The boy whispered, "I'll drink it myself."

"Shia, don't try to heal the old priest." Raul said in a low voice, "If you heal him once, they will draw more wounds on his body, which will make him more painful."

"The teacher is 70 years old..."

"If he doesn't promise to treat our soldiers, they won't let him go."

"But I'm already healing your soldiers!"

"So they just tortured him, they didn't kill him, drink it quickly, you don't want the old priest to be killed either?" Lauer sighed.

Shia gritted her teeth and drank the bowl of broth in one gulp.

"...so hot." Raul shook his hand.

Xi Ya glanced at him contemptuously: "I have holy light!"

"Well, I heard that this kind of strange energy makes it difficult for you to kill, especially that kind of paladin." Raul thought for a while, "I really want to fight with your paladin."

"Then you are dead." Xi Ya said coldly, and then, he suddenly saw a falling purple petal.

Hey, why are there violets in November?

Suddenly, the petals scatter and spin, making a sharp howling sound in the air.

"what!"

"what!"

"what!"

……

Dozens of screams sounded almost at the same time, and dozens of guards on the periphery covered their necks at the same time, and fell heavily to the ground. Blood pooled out from the huge gap between the necks, congealing into a small pool of blood.

The young pastor froze for a moment, and then saw more petals falling, and a young man appeared on the other side of the hillside at some point.

The young man was wearing a white shirt with a collar that fluttered slightly in the wind. When his white boots stepped on the dead leaves, it seemed that even the dead leaves were shrouded in holy light.

Countless petals gathered into an erratic garland, which fell into the hands of a young man in white with the wind, and condensed into a long silver sword.

"Enemy!" A captain raised his bow and drew his sword reflexively.

Scratch!

Before his fingers were on the bowstring, his head had already rolled to the ground.

"It's really noisy." The young man turned his right hand, pointing his long sword obliquely at the ground, blood slid down, and the violet on the hilt of the sword shone with a strange and unknown blue light.

"So strong!" Raul subconsciously exclaimed in a low voice, and then blew the call horn.

The deep sound of the horn echoed in the mountain stream, and soon, the soldiers stationed around rushed in like a tide.

The young man's blue eyes stared at him, he raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly opened and then gathered together, countless petals flew from the fingertips, like countless sharp knives, almost instantly brushed past a captain beside him.

The captain didn't even have time to scream, and instantly exploded into a tent of flesh and blood, leaving only a complete bone, which shattered into a pile and fell to the ground with a crash.

Raul felt a great chill in his heart, and he blew more urgently and louder.

There was no slight throbbing on the boy's cold face, he just approached step by step with the regenerated long sword.

"Blow it, the more people come, the more complete your body will be." Ansu said as he walked.

"What did he say?" Raul asked the pastor beside him.

"He said that the more people you call, the more complete your body will be." The pastor couldn't help but move back.

Raul snorted, and immediately put down the horn.

In the next second, his head rolled to the ground.

"My opinion is not respected at all." Ansu's long sword drew an arc in the air, and let out a clear sword prick.

"That's why they don't understand." The griffin walked behind humbly.

At this time, countless arrows rained through the dense forest and exploded.

A white ring spread out in an instant, and countless bright arrows instantly spread in all directions, clearing out the life forms within hundreds of meters.

But more people surrounded the surroundings. They gathered among the trees and secretly aimed their arrows at the elegant and mysterious noble boy.

"Withered flowers!" The young man said in a low voice, turning the long sword in his hand and inserting it into the soil.

Countless extremely fine blue-purple smoke spread out from the ground, like tiny and vicious snakes, winding up from a person's legs.

In the next second, the boy disappeared in place.

As if spreading, almost half of the enemies fell from the forest, and howled one after another. The phantom of a small flower in the chest grew blood and flesh, and then withered instantly, leaving only the blood hole.

This is the wreath sword.

The power taken from the extreme demon king continues to wither, leaving nothing but misery.

My strength is still too weak, if it is my mother, no one here can escape.

But now, too many fish slipped through the net.

His figure moved through the forest like a breeze of violets, no one could catch it, no one could see it.

Only the blood on the sword splashed among the fleeing soldiers.

The seal of the long sword trembled faintly, and the ethereal hymn faintly resounded in the ears and in the heart.

"Today I sound the trumpet of doom,

Now I rewrite the testimony of life and death,

I declare life and death to you,

you will die

not forgiven.

……

and love with you,

And listen to God's chant,

Your way will meet the gods at the river Styx,

Your time belongs to him,

such,

Confess to your gods,

get judged,

Soul reincarnation.

......"

……

Finally, he stopped.

The surroundings are as quiet as a dead zone.

At that moment, Ansu felt that the holy light in his body was almost exhausted.

"Are you okay?" The griffin swiftly jumped down from the tree.

Ansu looked around, and then looked at his hand.

"I killed a lot of people."

"I count 562 people, but unfortunately I can't finish them all." Although Griffin has a connection with a vulture, it is completely different from a vulture and never eats carrion.

"Doctors save lives." Ansu said suddenly.

"You're not a doctor." Griffin disagreed.

"...Yes, I'm not a doctor." An Su sneered and inserted the long sword back, turned around and walked under a tree.

"Meet you again, trainee priest." He cut the young priest's rope.

Xi Ya looked at him with a complicated expression, but in less than a month, how much did this guy hide?

The previous captain was a Tier [-] fighter, and he had no ability to resist in front of this person, and he had thought of catching him...

If he had really done that at that time instead of driving him away, I am afraid that the entire church would have been destroyed. Is it too late to say that he is willing to cooperate with him to make soap?

"Why are you here?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Ansu asked again. He should be in the pastor's church in the Water Spring Fortress. By the way, the Water Spring Fortress seems to have been breached by the mountain people.

"The plague in the Water Spring Fortress is beyond control. Soldiers and residents fled one after another. The mountain people took advantage of our internal chaos and captured the fortress. Teacher and I were captured by them." Xia calmed down, "You can let me go Save the teacher?"

It shouldn't have been affected, right?

"Is that the old man hanging from the tree over there?" An Su pointed to a branch not far away, "He is dead."

"How is it possible!" Shia rushed over in an instant.

Ansu did not follow, but silently listened to the heart-piercing wailing in the distance.

"You'll get used to these things after a few more times." The griffin looked at the corpses around and regretted it, but still didn't eat it in front of its new owner.

"Are you hungry?" Ansu asked suddenly.

"I'm not hungry," the Griffin replied truthfully after eating not long ago.

"What's your load?" Ansu asked again.

"Below 600 pounds is no problem at all. If you weigh 900 pounds, you will be full. If you weigh [-] pounds, it will be a bit stressful." Griffin is very proud. Because of this strength, he can easily drag a cow into the air.

"Thank you for your hard work." Ansu grabbed Xi Ya by the neck, threw him and the old man in his arms onto the back of the griffin, and then sat on it by himself.

The griffin squatted on the ground: "Can I lift my claws? The spine is about to break."

Ansu's eyes fell on the boy.

"Where are you taking me?" the boy asked warily.

"I don't need a real pastor," Ansu said. "Hurry up."

The griffin pouted its buttocks and instantly flipped the two of them into the air, clawing at each other. Ansu jumped onto his back and flew into the distance.

The setting sun shines on their backs.