Chapter 559: Outnumbering the Few

When the two cast their sights not far away, the not-so-intense battle had ended.

Unexpectedly, the tall priest who came from the military did not win. Although he took possession of the crowbar with his physical advantage and pinned his opponent under him, when he was about to open his eyes to his companions, a dagger hidden under his sleeve cut his throat.

Blood splashed on the cultist's face, and an unknown pleasure surged in his heart, making him roar like a beast. His eyeballs, which were constantly corroded by plasma, were still turning, looking towards the bishop and the ambush, as if looking for his next prey.

"Pa, pa, pa"

Three rounds of applause, neither light nor heavy, made him sober again. The cultist looked at the warm iron in his hand with fear, and then saw the body that had cooled down under his feet. Finally, his eyes were drawn by an invisible force and turned to Bishop Luitpold.

"Well done, you proved your piety, of course, he did the same," Luibod smiled at him and extended his hand again, "but I still want to congratulate you."

"This, this is what I should do..." The cultist saluted subconsciously, and then suddenly raised his head uncertainly, "Is it, right?"

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"Of course," Luibod gave him an affirmative reply, "Few people can engrave the action of 'pulling out hidden weapons' in their subconscious. You are very good. You can actually do this during the ceremony."

The Ash Priests were not here to travel, and they naturally had weapons on them, but under the influence of the funeral bishop, they should have focused only on the crowbar. The cultist's actions were indeed beyond the bishop's expectations.

But that's all.

"Congratulations on your 'promotion'. Get ready for the next round."

"Huh?"

The cultist was stunned for a moment, but he had already lost the last chance to react. A dagger cut his throat from behind, and another sword stabbed his heart at the same time. The ash priest didn't even know what happened, and he had already lost his hard-earned life.

The more concentrated blood was sucked into the bodies of the surrounding drow ambushers. Sarona, who killed the priest, absorbed the most, and she even exuded a faint blood fragrance, but she quickly took it back.

"This is why I like to work with you, Luibod," Sarona looked at the smiling bishop charmingly, with undisguised malice in her red eyes, "These lowest-level priests can bring such sweet taste, so what about you? How about your life, huh?"

"Will it be..."

The funeral bishop's figure suddenly turned into a residual image, and before the fatal assassination came, he teleported to a tree more than ten meters away: "Control your own desires, Sarona, we have more important things to do now."

"That's for you," Sarona shook her head after waving her sword to crush Luibod's residual image, "My goal is just to catch that ignorant person who doesn't know how to live or die. He is just a distant cousin. Since that despicable thing dared to walk in the sun, he must bear the corresponding consequences. "

"As for your plan, I'm sorry, I have no interest at all - it's none of my business."

Although that was the case, considering that the two parties were still in a cooperative relationship, Sarona still hid again as Luipaud requested. With the end of the strange ceremony, the bodies of the two ash priests on the ground seemed to evaporate in the world, without even a trace of residue left. Even the bloody smell in the forest and all the breath that might expose other people here disappeared. The whole area was shrouded in the night, and no one could find the mystery.

Until the goblins came all the way to search.

"Boss! Are we almost there?" A goblin reported, "We have come out... a long distance!"

"There is no clue at all. What are you going to take back? Your head?" The big goblin looked at his subordinate with dissatisfaction, "Keep searching! Search the same distance! As long as the intruder has a little chance, we will make him regret being born into this world!"

"Yes!"

The goblins agreed and searched the forest in a combination of three teams and three teams and one squadron. This mode came from Ron's suggestion. It is said to be some advanced experience. Kalade happily learned it. However, most of the goblins had to face monsters or undead creatures in the past, and the benefits of this formation were not particularly obvious.

And tonight, it may play its own effect, even if the beginning is not good.

In the silent jungle, a light sound was heard from the dark. A goblin immediately widened his eyes and let out the loudest and highest cry of his life. Then he grabbed the arrow that had been halfway embedded in his chest with his hand and fell backwards.

This cry not only alerted the two companions around him, but also the other two groups of goblins around him immediately took action. When two slender and tall shadows emerged from the darkness, before they could attack the other two goblins in the team, the area around them was covered with arrowheads like raindrops.

The ghostly figure quickly dissipated, and the entire group of goblins were alarmed. Soon, shouts of killing rang out in the dark jungle.

Karade held his halberd upside down, and his eyes under the helmet patrolled the surrounding battlefield like a wolf. One command after another came out of his mouth and was passed to the surrounding goblins through two loud-voiced bear goblins. Soon the big goblin warlord realized that although the opponent was fierce, the number of manpower was far less than his own army.

Under a unified command, the goblins quickly began to consciously divide and surround. Several subspecies elves who looked similar to Seymour had no time to avoid the swarming swords and arrows, and soon died at the hands of a group of goblins who were not even half their height. But before they could be happy, the powerful counterattack of the drow caused more than twice the losses of the goblins in an instant.

These drow were not intruders who came to the land at night by chance. Each of them had superb fighting skills and years of experience. Although the goblins were as bloodthirsty and fearless as ever, Karad soon discovered that the drow, whose eyes were scarlet than Seymour's, seemed to be even more brave and ferocious!

"There, take down their leader - unless you want more than a quarter of the people you brought with you to die!"

Sarona pulled the dagger out of the ribs of a goblin with force. A new wound on her thigh was painfully revealing its existence - the goblin used his bones to block the blade of the leader of the drow, giving his companions a chance to attack.

But they are all dead now. (End of this chapter)