Chapter 352 The Real Team

At this critical moment, Pelgren's staff rolled up in the air and took the sword for her companion. What surprised Sera was that although she activated the Mind Stone again, Horror Slash did not have enough impact on the opponent. The impact was only a few seconds after they were blocked. The two opponents stabilized their formation again and no longer gave them any chance.

"How about, let me just say that they are hiding their clumsiness, right?" Pelgrain narrowed his eyes and stared at Sera, whose time flow rate was obviously different from theirs, and carefully dealt with the threats coming from here.

The dwarf didn't speak. His flail was attached with bright power like flame, and he was obviously ready to get serious.

"Spit!" In the battle circle between the two monks, the half-elf was scratched on the cheek by the tip of Quest's tail. He fell back to the beast of burden, put his hand on his scabbard, and spat. Blood foam.

"How about it, brother, are you satisfied this time?" Quest clapped his hands, his tail swaying slightly behind him, "Admit defeat, so I can go help them."

"I admit that my boxing and kicking skills are indeed not as good as yours," the half-elf looked at tiefling with a solemn expression, "but that's because I have dedicated half my life to my sword - do you dare to compete with me? A swordsmanship contest?"

"I won't use that thing of yours," Quest called Evander, who had been watching the fight, to come over and ask him to help get his stick, "but I have something longer than yours."

"Every inch is longer, and every inch is stronger. Brother, are you really confident that you can beat me with weapons?"

"If I can't even trust my own weapons, how can I continue to practice!" The half-elf clenched the hilt of his sword, and when Quest took the initiative, he drew his sword and struck a thunderous blow, "With this sword of mine, Your Excellency Dare to attack!"

Compared to his special-shaped sword, which is longer than an ordinary short stick, Aaron's weapons are much plainer, and this is the only one where Ron's side failed to take advantage.

"It can be seen that your habit is more suitable for holding a shield, and it should be a tower shield in the military." The presiding judge, Ivy and Andre stood on three sides. He and Ivy moved their steps carefully, and An Andre was just imitating their movements, "Now you only have empty hands, and the blocking movements are too redundant."

"I think you talk too much," Ivy paused for a moment to allow Andre, who was out of rhythm, to return to her own protection. "You also talked so much when you were fighting against the devil?"

"This is just a discussion," Aaron was not dissatisfied with this, but continued, "This man is not your usual adventure partner, right? He lacks the most basic cooperation with you."

"On the battlefield, even children can pick up weapons and kill after being trained, but without the cooperation of the team, even high-level demons and archbishops are at risk of dying. Judging from your skills, what you are facing The enemy was no ordinary gangster, and he obviously couldn't survive that kind of battle."

"Are you..."

"You can guess whatever you want, we won't admit it," Ivy raised her lips, "I would be happy to continue to circle around you. Their support will arrive soon."

"'Going around in circles,'" Aaron snorted, "rather, it's part of the strategy."

"I'm looking for an opportunity, like, right now!"

Aaron suddenly rushed towards Ivy. However, at the moment when the swords met, the presiding judge changed his moves again. Ivy subconsciously raised her right hand to block, but unexpectedly, the opponent's target was not him at all, but the one standing aside. Andre is still trying to support him!

"Bang!" The sword blade struck Andre's shield, and a burst of light burst out, "Holy Slash!"

The shield, which was made of ordinary material, was broken with one blow, but Aaron's sword did not continue to fall downwards, because behind the shield, the flesh, flesh and bones jammed the front half of his sword, preventing it from moving forward any further. !

"Hiss..." Andre's facial expression was distorted, and he swung a short spear that was also blessed with light power and stabbed Aaron in the chest, "Holy Slash!"

"Bang!" Just as the tip of the spear was about to hit Aaron's armor, he finally drew his sword back, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow that was so close at hand.

After they retreat from the battlefield, they will no longer be able to wear the armor they used when fighting demons. If this spear is solid, it may really kill them!

Aaron never thought that one day he might fall into the hands of a stupid young man who survived the jihad!

"You don't want your life!" The presiding judge suppressed his anger and roared in a low voice, "Why don't you avoid it!"

Of course he would stop while cutting off the shield! How could he really point his fatal sword at a civilian who became a "paladin" for unknown reasons!

"Because I'm not afraid!" Andre stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. Blood stained most of his armor and shirt. The judge's sword almost killed half of his life.

"Presumptuous!" Aaron's family is also a noble. He never thought that he would be so contradicted by a commoner, "Why are you not afraid!"

Even a demon would be frightened by his holy slaying!

"If you're not afraid, you're not afraid!" Andre gasped and said with an almost "smiling" expression, "Presiding judge, you look down on me. I really don't have the strength, so I can only pay more to win for Miss Ivy. Chance!"

Ivy didn't reply, nor did she take the opportunity to step forward as Andre said. Instead, she squatted down, took out potions and bandages and tried to bandage Andre.

As an adventurer, Andre, her friend, was undoubtedly fully qualified in her eyes at this moment. However, Aaron would not think so.

"Stupid! Unbelievably stupid!" The furious Aaron stepped forward and kicked Ivy over, spilling the healing potion on the floor. With a sullen face, he walked towards Andre, who was almost unconscious and was holding on with just one breath, "You Do you know that if you do this on the battlefield, it can cause the battle line to collapse and cause the entire battle to get out of control? Is it because you don’t want to die because I didn’t use my full strength?

"The devil won't hold back, you idiot!"

"Even if a person like you becomes a paladin, it will only hinder you. It is better to continue to be a farmer!" Aaron took out his holy emblem, which was also the symbol of Tire. "No matter who leads you into the world by mistake?" This path, today, in the name of the paladin of Tyr, I will deprive you of this part of your power! Come forward, I-"

Aaron raised the Holy Emblem, but at this moment, a warning sign like the thunder of war drums suddenly sounded in his heart. The presiding judge quickly jumped back, and the next second, magic bombarded him with necrotic energy. Where he was just now, a big crater exploded in front of Andre and Ivy.

In the perception of the paladins, powerful evil existence is like poisonous fragrance to them, while powerful kindness is like melodious fairy music. At this moment, in the ears of Aaron and the four people, the fairy music There was no sound, but the sudden evil made them suffocate!

"Everyone, meet the enemy!" Aaron's expression changed, and his companions immediately gathered around him to form a formation, "As expected by the archbishop, there is a powerful evil force entrenched here!"

"You fart!" A cold voice sounded as a pale-skinned woman with white hair and red eyes appeared. She stood in front of Ivy and Andre and stared at the people at the molten iron barrier with malice, "I It’s your aunt!”

"Vampire, no, vampire?!" Raymond Aron looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in surprise, not knowing who she was. "Sir Ron, is this the enemy you have been fighting against?"

Although the other party's performance at the moment does not seem to be particularly strong, he always has an illusion - there is another power in this woman's body that even he feels powerless!

Taking this opportunity, Ivy and Victoria bypassed Sylvia to treat Andre's injuries, while Evander helped him down.

"Sylvia?" Ron was stunned for a moment, "Didn't we agree that you can't..."

Of course they can handle Andre's matter. After all, he alone has at least three cards in his hand that he can play!

"How can I wait!" Sylvia put her hands on her hips and frowned, "Didn't you see that this bastard hurt Andre and kicked Ivy down? Can I just stand by and watch? My benefactor, I'm not a human being Spectators!”

"Well, benefactor?" The minds of Aaron and the other four were almost overloaded. They looked at Ron in astonishment, with countless thoughts in their minds - what is going on?

"Listen up, you guys," Sylvia held her cane with one hand and raised her chin slightly. "The person standing in front of you is Countess Sylvia, Lord Ron's loyal ally and companion! Just now you were The questioning Andre is our militia captain and is only responsible for security and patrol matters! "

"Don't you want to use our hands to explore the reality of the fantasy land? Come on, what you have to face now is the real one, the team that faces the danger of the entire fantasy land!"

"Dreyfudo, how long do you want to hide!"