Chapter 38. Arch fire!

This attack was too sudden. When Giro reacted, it was too late to dodge. A golden light rushed out of the crowd and hit the meteor.

With a clang, the spear fell to the ground. Ortlinde stood in front of Giro's Velociraptor with her sword in hand, looking more and more valiant!

Even the barbarians who didn't think highly of her couldn't help but let out an "ao ao" sound like an ape in heat. They beat their chests and cheered for this beautiful strike!

"V-Valkyrie!?"

After Paladin Norman saw who it was, he could not help but shiver and get off his warhorse. He rolled over and kneeled in front of her.

"My Lord..."

"Your Excellency, you just threw your weapon at a defenseless civilian."

With a cold expression on her face, the light of 'justice' on the holy sword expanded, and the sword body glowed.

Norman's sweat poured down like a waterfall, and he had no intention of quibbling at all. He just kept on repenting.

"I'll review my self-reflection, for going against the knight's creed, for raising my weapon against the weak... I pray to the Holy Spirit, repent, and may the merciful Lord forgive my mistake..."

"You must first ask for forgiveness from the person you hurt."

"You're right!"

Norman immediately got up with his head down and walked to Giro.

"I... I long for your forgiveness ..."

As he apologized, he glared at Giro with a look that said, "forgive me or I'll kill you."

If it was an ordinary person, they would have been scared to death by that spear and would have obediently followed the order. However, when Giro's temper came up, something was not right!

"I'll f **king forgive you!" He patted the velocidragon's head and roared, "How dare you threaten me! I've never been threatened! You all saw it! This guy is threatening me! He was the one who started it, and now he's threatening me!"

As he spoke, the Velociraptor he was riding on seemed to have been summoned by its master. It roared angrily and did a beautiful turn with a swing of its tail. Its thick tail smacked Norman's body.

Norman might not have thought that such a small character could be so rash. For a moment, he forgot to dodge and was sent flying. He spun more than a dozen times in the air and plunged into the White Spirit Tribe's team.

Although the attack was powerful, it was nothing to a level 65 Paladin who was wearing ancient magic armor. However, Norman was a smart person. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood in the air. He landed on the ground and rolled a few times before he fainted!

Didn't your Valkyrie want to mess with me?

Didn't you want me to repent?

Didn't you want to embarrass me?

Then I'll make it big!

With this thought in mind, Norman was so engrossed that he passed out. He remained unconscious despite the calls in his ears.

This matter was a little difficult to resolve. Seeing this, Cisco was anxious. If something happened to an important figure of the church in his hands, he would have to take responsibility if the higher-ups asked. How could this be?

As for the Valkyrie ...

I don't know!

How would I know what a Valkyrie is?

He waved his hand,

"The people of the Gangrene Tribe actually dared to attack Lord Knight. You all saw it! Follow me! Take revenge for the Knight!"

As soon as this was said, the team was immediately enraged!

On the other side, Giro also had no disadvantage. He also called out to his left and right and began to charge. In the blink of an eye, the two groups of people fiercely collided!

The acid of the velocidragon and the ice ball spat out by the frost sheep were the first to collide. The sweet poisonous fog and white frost entangled with each other, and the sound of hissing was endless. The shouts of killing shook the sky. Shadows appeared behind the priests on both sides, blending into a huge " substitute " in the air. On one side was a frost-like white skeleton, and on the other side was a venomous fly. They instantly tore at each other, and the sound actually covered the noise below.

Char was quick to react and dragged Ortlinde away from the battlefield. The latter seemed to be stunned by the scene of the fight and wanted to stop it no matter what.

"What's there to persuade? They even dared to hit their own father at this time, let alone you, who would even know you! While they're fighting, go and loot the corpse for me!" Shaya advised in a low voice.

"Ah? C... Corpse?"

"Yes!" Char whispered in her ear and gave her a bottle of "concentrated illusionary snake venom". He had gotten it from Xilu and still had a lot left. With this dosage, even with Norman's Poison resistance, he would have to sleep for three days and three nights. He would not even have the slightest consciousness even when being stripped naked.

"Since they're going to resurrect Mungo, he must have the dark passage map to the Pit of Rites. If you can't find it, tell me. I'll go to his tent to find it."

"But this is stealing..."

"Don't talk nonsense, do you still want to save people!"

Char glared at her, and Ortlinde did not say a word.

"I-I'll go then... And you?"

"I'll go and fan the fire!"

"Ah?"

Ortlinde left in confusion. She went around to the back of the white spirit tribe and chased after Norman, who was being carried away by his subordinates.

Char, on the other hand, turned around and entered the two groups of men who were still fighting.

He was very clear about the barbarians 'nature. They would fight when they said they would, but this formation was like a thunderstorm, coming quickly and leaving quickly. Such a short time was obviously not enough to fish in troubled waters.

However, things were different now.

He changed his conspicuous witch doctor outfit into an unremarkable gray leather armor. The ornaments on his head and neck were also changed to those he had picked up from the corpses on the ground. He had both races. With this mix-and-match style, no one could recognize which side he was on at first glance. However, the fierce battle situation did not allow them to think too much, and they would subconsciously judge whether they were close or not based on his movements.

With everything ready, Char sneaked into the group. Seeing two White Spirit Tribe brothers with white face tattoos punching and kicking a gray-skinned brother from the Gangrene Tribe, he immediately rushed forward, kicked one of them over, and then hit the other's face hard. His fists were as fast as a storm, and when he hit them, he shouted,

"Oula Oula Oula Oula Oula Oula!" historical

The brother of the White Spirit Tribe was dumbfounded. When he opened his swollen eyes to see his opponent clearly, the murderer was no longer in front of him. Instead, the reinforcements of the Gangrene Tribe had surrounded him. For a moment, he was surrounded by men.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Detestable! Who's going to help me!"

He shouted in anger.

It was clearly just a helpless rage, but he did not expect a familiar figure to suddenly appear behind him. However, his vision was limited, so he could not see clearly.

"I'll do it!"

The figure leaped out, his fists as fast as lightning!

"Big mu, big mu, big mu, big mu, big mu! Mu da da da!"

The enemy in front of him started to retreat. The brother was about to thank him when the figure suddenly disappeared. Then, the enemy came back with a deeper hatred in his bruised face!

..

As time passed, Cisco also felt that something was wrong. The battle didn't cool down as he had imagined, and both side didn't show any rational behavior. Instead, they were getting more and more fierce.

His actions were only to help the Lord of the church regain his face, and he did not want to cause too many casualties. Now that his goal had been achieved, he still had to think about this matter in the long run, so he had the intention to retreat.

But at this moment, he heard someone shout, "

"Cisco! Your grandson was killed by the church, and you're still working for them?"

*Grassland vulgarities*!

Cisco was instantly enraged!

This sentence was like a huge rock thrown into a Lake, instantly stirring up a great storm. The White skeleton above the battlefield suddenly swelled up and actually suppressed the poisonous fly!

Seeing this, Giro was a little afraid. He wasn't a coward, but he felt that it wasn't a good thing to fight in such an unclear way.

Just as he was about to retreat, he suddenly heard the other side shout,

"基罗! You're a piece of trash who sprained your waist in a woman's bed! It's not too late for you to back out now!"

*Grassland vulgarities*!

Giro was instantly furious!

What the other party said was true, and it was also because of this that he, as a powerful warrior, had to hang a bamboo tube around his waist and rely on some beast tamers to defend against the enemy. He had thought that no one would know about this, but now someone had announced it!

"Beat him up! Find the person who started the rumor!"

Giro shouted as his face turned bright red.

For a moment, it was as if someone had poured a bucket of oil on the fire, and the battle situation became more and more intense!