Prayer of Perseverance

Holy Light Sect active skills

Mastery requirements: Holy Light Knowledge Level 1

Consumption/limitation: 15 magic power, 10 faith value, with language function

Effect: Pray for the designated target, increasing its physique by 3%, increasing its physical recovery speed by 5%, and greatly alleviating the bleeding effect. It lasts for five minutes and has a cooling time of 120 seconds.

Note: Maybe you will die in the battle, but please be sure to stay a few more minutes and make some confession before your death to help me improve my performance.

Mo Tan's reaction can be said to be the fastest except for Ned. He took action almost before the latter finished speaking. He applied the law and shield to Futaba, who had the weakest physique.

Ned, who was at the front, released the Prayer of Endurance. The gap between this magical spell and the previous Holy Word spell was not even more than one second.

There is no public cooldown for spellcasting in Innocence. Theoretically, as long as the player moves fast enough, he can use a large number of skills that are not within the cooldown time in succession. However, this theory is actually untrue.

Because even the most low-level and mindless skills require corresponding actions, gestures, or chanting behaviors while being activated. Even some low-level skills in the warrior series require an action such as raising the weapon.

Shooting requires drawing the bow or pulling the trigger. Casting a spell requires chanting or making gestures. If you use a whirlwind, it doesn't make sense if you don't turn around, right?

Mo Tan's two skill activations just now may not be considered a big deal in the eyes of some NPCs or experienced high-end players (not yet), but they are enough to be regarded as teaching materials for a new player.

Level skills are used.

While silently reciting the law to Futaba, Mo Tan's other hand was already firmly aimed at Ned, and then immediately turned back to him and made two "blessings" in the sect when the law and shield took effect.

'Gestures of meaning.

(PS: In the skill description, the little finger and thumb touch lightly, the index finger is slightly bent, the ring finger and middle finger are extended flatly, and then the palm of the hand is tilted downward at a 45-degree angle.)

This is not because he has extraordinary talents and is a good material for playing games, but because compared to other players such as Futaba, Mo Tan has a very obvious advantage.

experience!

Although the character Hei Fan has only used this skill once since his account was established, it is still a simple lighting skill, but this does not mean that Mo Tan does not have any relevant experience.

When he was Tan Mo, he once faced two red-ridged beasts at the same time and subdued them immediately.

When he was silent, he also accumulated a lot of combat experience under the attack of a large number of cannon fodder enemies.

Although the skills mastered by each character are relatively limited, if they are added together...

"Beautiful!" Ned, who was drawing his sword with his backhand, praised Mo Tan without looking back, and then waved back: "Follow me!"

Yinna, who was a little listless just now, was the fastest. With the elf's inherent lightness and flexibility, she followed Ned closely in just a few jumps. At the same time, two feather arrows were already on the side.

On the long bow pointed at the ground, the pointed ears moved slightly and loudly said: "There are people fighting behind the slope about 400 meters in front. The number cannot be determined!"

"That's too unreliable!" Salazar, the lizard man monk, stomped the ground with his feet that were twice larger than ordinary humans. In the next second, he appeared seven or eight meters away, with two fist gloves faintly visible.

With a few rays of energy flowing, he quickly followed the two people in front and shouted back: "Crabbe, you take Hei Fan and the others with you!"

The black-skinned orc Crabbe, who was suspected to have come from an African tribe, had already climbed up, curled his lips and muttered: "You don't need to tell me."

Then he strode towards Mo Tan and Shuangye...

"Hey! Wait a minute! What do you want to do, big man?" Combined with Salazar's words just now, Futaba suddenly had a bad premonition.

Crabbe chuckled, stuck the ax in the leather sheath on his back, clamped the two of them under his armpits with one hand, and started running forward at a rapid pace: "You two casters are too slow, someone needs to take care of you.

"

Futaba immediately dispersed the fireball in his hand, lightly covered his nose with his sleeves, and kept rolling his eyes.

Even though Crabbe is a very clean orc and doesn't have any peculiar smell on his body, he still feels a little psychologically unacceptable if he doesn't do this...

Mo Tan, who was trapped under the other arm, was much calmer. He was currently staring at the character panel, calculating the recovery speed of his magic power and faith, and trying to increase his understanding of his character.

As the only assistant in the team, and one of the few skills he has is a flashlight, Mo Tan said that he was under a bit of pressure...

The distance of four hundred meters passed by in an instant. Even an ordinary person would not need two minutes to run such a distance, let alone Ned and others.

In less than half a minute, everyone had crossed the low slope not far away. The terrain here was relatively desolate and not far from the border of the Marshall Territory. Normally there would be almost no human habitation.

but now……

As soon as Mo Tan was put on the ground by Crabbe, who looked dull, he saw a tall figure flying in the air and crashing in front of everyone.

This is a young man whose entire abdomen has been almost torn apart. He is wearing a simple set of leather armor with a flame emblem on his chest. His long chestnut hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat and blood, due to blood loss.

His many and somewhat white lips were trembling constantly, and blood foam was constantly coming out of his mouth.

"Ah!" Futaba almost subconsciously hid behind Crabbe and covered her eyes.

"There are so many well-trained orc soldiers!" As the only other woman in the team, Yinna's endurance is much stronger than Futaba. She looked at the small group of dark figures not far away and shouted loudly

Report: "They bear the emblem of the Fire Claws!"

"I know! Look at him first." Ned's face suddenly turned ugly. He knelt on the ground and pressed hard on the young soldier's abdomen, but found that this still couldn't stop the blood from seeping from the numerous wounds on the man's body.

He came out, immediately raised his head and shouted: "Hei Fan, he needs to stop the bleeding!"

Mo Tan shook his head helplessly. The Prayer of Perseverance, which could alleviate the effects of blood loss, was still on cooling. The purpose of blessing Ned with the prayer in advance was actually to slow down the CD as soon as possible, so that it might appear in the future.

I covered a few more people in the battle, but I didn't expect that things would turn out like this...

If it were me in Tan Mo's time, I would definitely not make this mistake...

Mo Tanping sighed rather self-deprecatingly, stretched out his hands, and a pale golden light appeared out of thin air around the seriously injured and dying soldier, and then slowly merged into the numerous hideous wounds on the other's body.

That's right, this is the 'Holy Healing Technique' he learned from the beginning, a low-end version...

A healing skill that restores a small amount of health to the target and has a cooldown of only one minute.

Of course, Mo Tan didn't forget to take out the scripture worth 20 copper coins at this time. Although it has no combat capabilities (please don't think about it as a collision horn or chain bolt cos meteor hammer), this off-hand equipment

At least adding 1 point of intelligence should be able to have some effect.

As a result, it did have some effect, although it was just 'a little'...

The young human soldier swallowed hard and grabbed Ned's hands with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something...

Ned hurriedly leaned over, while Mortan was staring at the healing prayer that was about to cool down, and the other hand that was not holding the scripture was already pointing at the soldier of the Randian team.

There are still 10 seconds left before the skill cooldown is completed!

If the bleeding can be stopped, there is still hope of being rescued. Although the eyeing orc warriors have slowly begun to approach here, but...

There are still 4 seconds left before the skill cooldown is completed!

It'll be ready soon!

Just when Motan was about to make the first gesture, Ned had already straightened up and let out a long sigh.

"he died……"

Skill use failed, target status: dead

The voice and the system sound came at the same time. After all, the Randian team soldier still failed to catch up with Mo Tan's skill cooling down. The previous holy healing technique was a drop in the bucket, only enough to delay the death and give him time to leave a last word.

…

"It's coming!" Salazar walked to the front of the team, staring at the about twenty orcs wearing uniform half-armor down the slope, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that the other party does not intend to let us be intact.

go back……"

Ned stood up with a gloomy expression and frowned: "It's a rubbish game and the experience is extremely poor."

!?!?

Motan, who was originally a little depressed, and Futaba, who had been hiding behind Crabbe, were stunned at the same time, looking at Ned with horrified eyes.

What did he just say...

What is rubbish? What is extremely bad?

"I have witnessed many deaths." Ned raised his sword and murmured: "But this young man's last words are definitely the strangest one... Okay, everyone, prepare to fight! Otherwise we will die here too!

"

Mo Tan and Futaba looked at each other, and both of them reflected. It seemed that the dead man in front of them was not an NPC, but a player like themselves. After all, the 'last words' just now did not sound innocent.

The natives of this world can tell it.

For some reason, after knowing that the 'death' was not a bunch of data, but a living player, Mo Tan breathed a sigh of relief, and his originally slightly heavy mood actually relaxed a lot.

Well, no matter how excessive the death penalty is, the player will not really die...

"Where are the rest of the Randian team?" Crabbe pulled out his battle ax, walked to Yinna and asked her: "Are... all finished?"

Yinna smiled bitterly: "There are several corpses in the distance. Comparing the number of people, the soldier who died just now should be the last one in their team..."

Click!!

Salazar suddenly jumped in front of Yinna, raised his hand and slashed sideways, split a war spear in two from the middle, and shouted: "Stop talking about this, they are coming!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a brigade of orcs not far from the opposite side drawing out their weapons and roaring towards them, closing the distance between the two sides at an extremely fast speed.

Because the attempt to save the soldier just took a little time, it is now impossible for everyone to escape from the opponent's attack range. If they turn around and run away, they will undoubtedly be stabbed in strings by spears thrown from the sky!

And if we meet it head-on...

The difference in quantity seems a bit big!

"We can't escape now!" Ned stood at the front of the team and shouted loudly: "The double right-angled battle formation retreats! I will make arrows! Drag it to Dieyan City!"

After saying that, he turned around and struck an orc with his sword in the chest who had just rushed up the short slope, forcing the opponent to block while using his strength to fly back. The result was...

With a small leap, he reached the end of the team without even moving a few members of Fenrir's team.

"What are you staring at?!" Ned was so angry that he said, "Just do it!"

"But Captain..." Crabbe was now rounding his ax and hitting an enemy who had just crossed the short slope. He shocked the fellow who tried to compete with him until he vomited three liters of blood, then blinked his eyes and roared: "

What is a right-angled array, and what do the arrows mean?"

Salazar grabbed an orc warrior's shoulder with his backhand, turned around sideways, hit the opponent hard in the back with an inverted elbow, then swung his tail to sweep him off balance, and finally finished with a knee strike.

With this dazzling set of Monk Fighting, Crabbe shrugged: "The captain is talking about a double right-angle battle formation."

"Can you understand?" Yinna seemed to blend into Crabbe's tall shadow for a second, and then appeared simultaneously with three flying arrows, holding a dagger in her mouth and said vaguely

He tilted his head at Salazar.

"I don't understand." The latter shook his head naturally, then pulled Futaba back, who was in a daze, and helped her avoid a powerful jump attack from a certain orc, but she was almost hit by it.

Scratch: "Focus! The opponent is well trained!"

At this moment, Ned had rushed back quickly. While covering the two spellcasters, Mo Tan and Futaba, he laughed dryly and said: "Sorry, I forgot that we are a ragtag group of people."

At this time, the small slope had been completely rushed up by more than 20 people from the opponent. The two orc warriors who had just been knocked over also climbed up. It seemed that the injuries were not serious...

"The lackeys of the Marshall family!!" A gray-haired old orc holding a warhammer roared and rushed towards several people, shouting angrily with eyes splitting: "All of them must die!!"

Two tracks, one gold and one red, whizzed out from behind Ned, forcibly containing the opponent's charge!

Fireball, Condensing Light Arrow.

Mo Tan and Futaba took action almost at the same time, but after restraining the old orc, they found that this was just a drop in the bucket...

"kill!!"

Roar after roar tore open the curtain of the battle. These orc warriors, who were by no means a ragtag group, pressed forward neatly from all directions, using their weapons, bodies, roars and teeth to attack the Fenrir team, which was at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, ferociously and crazily!

Everyone fell into a hard fight almost as soon as the battle started. Ned, Crabbe and Salazar were each dealing with three or four enemies almost at the same time. Yinna's strong and agile body skills were also on this small slope.

With no advantage at all, he could only flee in embarrassment, waiting for an opportunity to raise his hand and fire back a few arrows.

As for Futaba and Motan who are protected in the center...

The former's face was pale. Although he kept waving the short staff in his hand, the low-level fireballs and arcane missiles that scattered out could only barely make the enemy break through the defense!

They have all been strictly calculated by the master, and are shot out at the best angle and rhythm. However, these magical offensives that even the great mage would be amazed by are still difficult to achieve.

And the latter...

At the moment when all auxiliary and healing skills were on cooldown, Mo Tan lowered his hands feebly.

I can't do it...

I...can't do anything...

Chapter 29: End

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