Mage Joan

Elder Bassoon also heard the sound of a horseshoe, and turned around alertly, looking over. At the end of his sight, a team of cavalry rushed out through the woods. All twelve knights wore silver breastplates. On each side of the saddle were long swords and a steel steel kite painted with the sun coat of arms. It is clearly an elite cavalry affiliated with the colonial legion of the sacred Ashan Empire Yalfheim!

The headed knight is tall and handsome, and the thick mustache around his lips must make this young officer look older and more stable than his actual age. The Mithril Breastplate and the sword with the burning magic power in his hand reflect each other.

The extraordinary knight strangled the reins, and the snow-white sky-horse under the crotch raised his hoof and hissed, attracting the eyes of the warring parties.

"I, the Major Cavalry Major George Vassar of the Alfheim Colonial Corps, implore all respectable gentlemen to put down their weapons for the sake of the gods for a while!" The knight's loud voice echoed through the forest. "After that, I will Listen patiently to the two of you about the cause of the conflict! In the name of my Lord Ms. Timus, I will swear, I will give you both sufficient opportunities to defend, and will uphold justice and justice, so that justice can be extended, and evil is punished! May I ask you Can you give me this honor of presiding over justice?"

Listening to the righteous paladin to say his identity and express his hope that the two sides will suspend the conflict, the Dindal brothers and Tom were relieved and lay down their weapons obediently, expressing acceptance of his mediation. Elder Basong, who was opposite, had a gloomy face and stepped up to prepare for the spell.

"Lizardman, stop your spellcasting action immediately, otherwise we will treat it as a hostile provocation!" Next to Major Vasa, a younger-looking knight screamed loudly and raised a hand to wave a cone A beam of light, showing all the old shaman's body and soul.

Elder Bassoon was taken aback, suspending his spellcast and retreating into the bushes to hide. However, the holy light of the detection camp went with him, making him glow with dazzling red light, and the evil breath could not escape.

Joan’s bush was only ten yards away from Elder Basong’s hiding place, clearly seeing the red light emerging from the other party, and immediately realized that the young knight was releasing the professional skills of the “Paladin” “detection camp” ", and the scarlet aura revealed by Elder Basson under the divine light indicates that his evil will has reached a level comparable to that of demons.

Seeing this scene, Major George Vaasa and the young partner beside him all sullen their faces, and the look at the old lizardman became extremely cold.

Elder Basong seemed to be aware of the increased hostility in the opponent's eyes. He waved his wand and summoned two fierce black bears, blocking himself in front of him to act as a meat shield.

Major Vasa held up the sword named "Flame Tongue" and commanded without looking back: "Captain Daniel, the two bears are given to you to deal with. The rest of the brothers are responsible for protecting the boys in the forest-Nelson. ,dash forward!"

Major Vassar shook the reins with his left hand, and the celestial horse named "Nilsen" screamed like a silver lightning bolt straight toward Elder Basong.

Fear caused the Lizardman shaman's pupils to contract sharply, barely maintaining its spellcast concentration, releasing the "entanglement" before the Celestial Horse was approaching, summoning wild dances of vines to block the path of Major Vasa's charge.

The paladin's face was cold, and he suddenly mentioned the reins. The crotch horse had a spirit in his heart, and he suddenly jumped with strength, flying through the vine-covered area. Major Vaasa held his sword high and lobed the head of Elder Basong.

The old shaman cursed his head and evaded, hurriedly raising the only weapon in his hand—the summoning wand—to slash across the head.

The sword fell down by the inertia of the charge, and easily cut off the slender wand, cut the elder Basong's cloak and soft armor, and tore a deep bone wound in his chest. Jian Feng spewed blazing flames at the moment of touching the flesh, and instantly burned the wound to make a sizzling noise, emitting a pungent burning smell.

Elder Bassoon was like a scarecrow lifted by a gust of wind. He flew out and hit a tree and bounced back. His face was twisted and convulsed due to severe pain. His hands were tightly covering the burned and spurting wound, and his yellow eyes were staring at the opposite side. In the eyes of the paladin riding on silver armor and white horse with sword, resentment and fear alternated in his eyes. He knew that the opponent would not give himself the chance to cast a counterattack again. He would stay here only with a dead end, using the last trace of energy to stimulate the "natural transformation". The severely wounded body quickly twisted and transformed into a night owl fluttering wings. To the branches.

George Vasa frowned, drew his sword into the sheath, and reached out to pick up the crossbow hanging on the side of the saddle. However, under the heavy obstruction of the dense branches, he was not sure whether he could hit the quickly flying night owl with a single blow.

At this moment, a slender fire snake suddenly sprayed under the big tree where Elder Basong dwelled, igniting the unprotected night owl's feathers, and screamed and fell down. The figure of a young boy emerged from the bushes, holding a knife in his right, supporting the ground with his left hand, dragging his dislocated legs and struggling towards the night owl that was tumbling under the tree. The dagger in his hand sprayed a five-foot electric light. A sharp knife was inserted into the night owl's chest, nailing it to the grass.

The night owl soon stopped struggling, and the body transformed into a black lizard man. Joan turned over with support, lying upside down next to Elder Basong's body that exuded the smell of barbeque, his chest undulating violently, his black hair soaked in sweat sticking to his forehead, and his face pale as paper.

George Vaasa looked at Joan, surprised by his forbearance and fierceness. Captain Daniel drew his sword from the back of the last black bear, and the dying young mage lying on the grass blew his whistle, and smiled and praised, "This little guy really has such a killer temperament, Mr. Major, this group of boys is not like It’s an ordinary traveler. I’m curious what they want to do here when they travel so far?”

Contrary to Captain Daniel, who was cheerful and talkative, Major Vaasa seemed to be a man of words and deeds. He didn’t talk deeply about the subject raised by Daniel. Shen Sheng said: "The little mage looks very hurt, Daniel, you go Help him treat it, and I'll go and see the situation of other people."

"Follow your orders, my sir." Captain Daniel crossed his chest with his right hand, chuckled and greeted an imperial military salute with his boss and friend, then flew off the horse, ran to Joan, and gently touched his cheek, like a sapphire The clear and charming eyes showed the concern from the heart, "Mr. Master, don’t worry, I will help you to heal the pain."

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