"Boy, are you just out to hang out?" The old man opposite raised his eyelids and glanced at Lester casually.
The look in his eyes was like that of an old man looking at a young man who had just stepped out of school and whose hair had not yet faded, and sneered at their unruly behavior.
Lester was so angry that he used his qualifications to act like a gangster and bully the young people. He behaved like a top student and took things by force. This should have been his old man's style.
Ever since he became the dean of Maple Leaf Danlin, Lester was the only one who laughed at others, and no one had the right to laugh at Lester.
Little did he know that a wrinkled old guy suddenly appeared from there and acted like he was a veteran when they met. Of course Lester was not happy.
He said angrily: "You said it's yours, and this is yours? I...we."
As he spoke, Lester stretched out his hand to pull Lorraine, feeling that when trying to argue things out, it is most powerful when there are a large number of people.
"We have been chasing him since this morning, and even forced the lich to get into the mine," Lester said loudly: "No matter what, it should be mine... ours."
The old man rolled his eyes at Lester and said, "Little guy, is there your mark on this?"
Lorraine was holding it in very hard and didn't laugh out loud.
This old man calls Lester just like Lester calls Leo. He is a brat. Lester is born several generations below him. As a result, he is naturally several heads shorter when he is in front of others. He has no temper at all.
No.
Lester curled his lips and said angrily: "How is that possible? This is a lich phylactery, not a notepad."
The old man chuckled, weighed the life box in his hand, and said jokingly: "Then you call it and see if it agrees."
Lorraine finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Vera also knew that it was wrong to laugh at the teacher like this. But she couldn't help it and suddenly remembered what Catherine did.
He turned around and hugged Lorraine, buried his little head on Lorraine's shoulder, opened his mouth and bit a piece of Lorraine's meat, turned his back to Lester, his shoulders kept shaking.
Lester turned his head and glared at Lorraine angrily.
Vera's waves were surging on her chest. But her shoulder was bitten by this girl and it hurt. Lorraine was in pain and happy at the same time.
I could only give out a helpless smile, secretly cursing in my heart that the old school bully had never played tricks on others before, so he only vented his anger on himself. He was really a bastard.
But for Adele's sake, I don't have the same experience as you. I can't bear it, hiss, it hurts~!
"Lorraine." Les pulled Lorraine's arm and said, "You are the best at robbing things. Come and reason with him."
Lorraine spread her hands, indicating that there was nothing she could do. She said it was a robbery, so why should she be reasonable?
The old man smiled with satisfaction and winked at Lester proudly. He said: "The rules of the world, whoever grabs this kind of thing belongs to it. Boy, if you are not convinced, next time I fight the lich, you run faster."
However, I guess, you..."
The old man glanced at Lester and said, "No~!"
Lester groaned in anger and looked like he was almost suffering from internal injuries.
Obachm shook his head helplessly and said: "Brother St. Bolian came here specifically to hunt down the lich at the invitation of the Pope."
This time even Lester, who was unconvinced, took a breath of air.
This old man with an unattractive appearance, who seems to be knocked down by a gentle breeze, actually has the word "saint" in his name.
"Saint" is the highest honorary title for members of the Holy See of Light.
Although there is a higher honorary title of "holy", this title is exclusive to the pope because doctrine stipulates that the pope is already a demigod, and any pope can be called a god.
There are many people who can obtain the title of "Saint", and Fantino has several people every year.
But they are all canonized by the Holy See after their death. For example, Prime Minister Russell will definitely get the title of Saint Russell after his death and have it engraved on his tombstone to show off. However, this is just a routine matter for the Holy See.
The title "Saint" is also worthless. Apart from being an honorary title, it has no value. Of course, this title represents a huge reputation, but it is useless for a dead person to have a great reputation.
It's another thing if a living person can be canonized as a saint.
This represents a reputation second only to that of the Pope.
Even in the history of the Holy See, such people are rare, and their status in the world is extremely high.
The Pope himself received a warm and kind reception when he saw him.
Lorraine had long seen that the old man was wearing a crown of thorns representing the ascetic monks, the staff in his hand was also a staff of thorns, and he was wearing patched clothes. These were the standard attire of the ascetic monks. They were very attached to material things.
Demand is very low.
And it looks like this outfit is quite old.
The old man waved his hands indifferently and said: "What's holy or not? You guys are just fooling around, just living a little longer than others."
Obachm said respectfully: "Brother St. Bolian has made outstanding contributions to the study of holy arts."
The old man laughed and said: "It takes a hundred, twenty or thirty years for a holy light to become a master. Even a dog should become a master. You can't count, Xiao Ao."
Although she had already guessed that this old man was not simple, Lorraine was still shocked. Doesn't this mean that this old man is almost 150 years old? He still looks energetic and looks like he will live for another ten years.
No problem, what kind of monsters are these.
But there was no inhibition in listening to him talk, even teasing myself.
Obachm also had some understanding of the old man's character. He shrugged helplessly and said, "My teacher once received the selfless teachings of Brother St. Bolian."
St. Bolian shook his head and said: "Now is the world of young people. We old immortals have been out of date for a long time. We haven't left the mountain for a long time, and we just found out that the Pope has actually changed to a female doll."
Then St. Bolian looked Lester up and down and said: "You are Lester, the Forbidden Curse Magister, right... I have forgotten how many years ago, there was a man named Green... No, it seems to be Griffin
The mage told me that he had a disciple named Lester who would become a great man in the future, and it turned out to be true."
Lester raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a smile that was uglier than crying. He was really senior, even his teacher had seen him. Lester could only be a ninja.
St. Bolian turned to look at Lorraine again, looked up and down for a long time, and said: "Lorraine, right? There are not many young people as bold as you nowadays, tsk tsk..."
St. Bolian shook his head and said: "It's not easy to be alive and well. Boy~!
Let me give you a piece of advice, work is work, don’t be too desperate, life is your own. I heard that you have many girlfriends, ugh. It’s really enviable. When I was young..."
Obachm hurriedly coughed twice, pulled St. Bolian's sleeves, and said: "Master."
St. Bolian laughed.
Lorraine scratched his head and responded: "Yes. Master."
I felt strange. What this old guy said was different from what the priests usually said. They didn't usually talk about the supreme honor of dedicating one's life to justice. This old guy was an ascetic who had almost the same meaning as a fanatic, but he was very humorous and broad-minded.
Sure enough, people with greater abilities have a broader vision? On the contrary, the lower-level pastors are more likely to copy doctrines.
St. Bolian patted the Lich's phylactery in his hand and said: "So, those who should find helpers should still find helpers.
How many lives do you have that the High Priest of the Undead can kill?
I heard that those gang of skeletal sticks dared to run wild on our territory. Although we old guys don’t care about worldly affairs, we can’t sit idly by and come out to help you.”
Lorraine hurriedly said: "Thank you masters for your selfless help."
St. Bolian waved his hand and said with a smile: "No, no, we guys have been studying the holy arts for a lifetime, and finally we don't need it until we are in the coffin. If we can come in handy, it won't be in vain for so many years."
cooked rice."
Obachm said: "Your Majesty has invited many secluded masters of cultivation to go out to various strategic locations to hunt down the lich. It is only up to you to deal with them. I don't know how long the trouble will last."
Lester was not convinced, stretched out his finger and said: "Counting this, we have already killed four of them."
"Then there are twelve left." Obham said.
"Uh..." Lester was speechless. After working for so long, he and Lorraine had only eliminated a quarter of the enemies. Among them, Edwood was even run away. He could only smile dryly and said: "You
Really good at arithmetic."
Obachm was so angry that he glared at Lestan.
St. Bolian said: "Xiao Ao, let's go, there is still work to do."
Then he waved to Lorraine and said, "Boy, we old guys just take action. As for finding them, I'll leave it all to you."
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There was still smoke billowing outside the city of Haligard.
Ilerda was lying on the city wall, observing the battlefield ahead through the telescope.
At this moment, the sound of killing in the trenches was loud.
The soldiers of the peacekeeping force have filled in more than half of the trenches. They are now stepping up their work and pushing forward.
Because it was advancing from all sides, the Southern Army had to send all its troops into the battle that delayed the work of the peacekeeping force. The entire city of Haligad was in battle.
After Hadou's injury relapsed and he was unable to command, Ilerda was appointed to take full charge of commanding the city defense battle, with Angel assisting in internal work.
After Ilerda took over from Hardou, she immediately took control of the situation with a strong hand and ordered every officer to go to the front line and stay with his troops instead of hiding in the headquarters in the rear.
Although this move attracted some opposition, he was also ridiculed as the squad leader and the general, because only the squad leader can lead the charge, and the generals should be in command.
However, after raising objections, Ilerda dismissed the two corps commanders on the spot, assigned their troops to her direct subordinates, and at the same time put the two generals in prison, waiting for Hadu to deal with it.
Angel also spared no effort to support Ilerda, and he took control of the Southern Army.
After taking office, Ilerda adopted more active counterattack tactics, allowing the frontline legions to continuously attack, effectively resisting the new army's attack.
But today's situation is a little different.
"These New Army bastards suddenly got drunk?" An officer frowned and asked worriedly: "Why are they working so hard today?"
"That's right, they don't usually act like this." Another person muttered softly.
After entering the long tug-of-war of siege, the new army quickly lost its energy in the continuous fighting, and its offensive was no longer so fierce.
Especially in recent times, the New Army's negativity and fatigue can be felt from top to bottom in the Southern Army.
Often, the new army would retreat from the battlefield as soon as they entered the battle. However, the Southern Army did not dare to pursue it.
But today, the number of New Army troops participating in the battle suddenly increased a lot, and they were even more desperate, fighting head-on with the Southern Army in the trenches.
"We don't have enough troops." An officer said worriedly, "It's not an option to continue fighting like this."
At this time, a messenger ran over panting and said anxiously: "Second Army Corps reports, Commander-in-Chief, we...can't hold on any longer. Please ask for reinforcements."
Ilerda frowned and said in a stern voice: "Can't you hold it? How many enemies are there across you?"
The messenger said with a mournful face: "Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, there were originally about two brigades of enemy troops opposite us, but just now the enemy suddenly came for reinforcements. A legion came up all of a sudden.
We really can’t stand it.”
Ilerda kicked the messenger and shouted angrily: "If you can't stand it, give it to me. I tell you Mara, if you lose, come to me with your head raised."
The messenger got up, said "yes" and ran away in despair.
The officer beside him whispered: "Sir, this won't work, the army will be defeated like a mountain."
Ilerda breathed heavily, and he also knew that the entire Confederate Army was now like a full reservoir, with low morale and no hope of victory among the soldiers.
Once a gap appears, it will fall apart in an instant. The entire city defense will collapse.
Ilerda sighed and said: "I know too. I have even sent your lord's white tiger bodyguards, and I have no more available soldiers."
The Confederate Army only had more than 20,000 soldiers available. There were also some militiamen who were not very useful.
However, there are 70,000 new troops on the opposite side, and 200,000 peacekeeping troops, which is more than ten times their strength.
If the peacekeeping forces were not unwilling to suffer too many casualties, they would not be able to survive now.
The officer hesitated for a moment and said: "Sir, we also have a self-defense force composed of citizens."
Ilerda sneered and said: "Those weaklings don't care, they can't even fight bandits."
The officer said: "Sir, some of the people inside are the bodyguards of the nobles. These people still have some fighting ability. Even if the three of them can be used as one person, it will be fine.
Sir, if you don't do anything, the situation will get out of control soon."
Ilerda closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's the only way to go. Let's treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor. Let them do it."
Soon, the self-defense force composed of ordinary citizens of Haligad, led by the regular army, tremblingly passed under the city wall and entered the battlefield.
Ilerda watched them from the city. This group of militiamen, wearing regular uniforms and holding newly issued weapons in their hands, walked past Ilerda's feet in a disorderly manner without any formation.
Most of the faces had expressions of hesitation and fear, including teenagers and old men in their sixties.
Looking at them, Ilerda felt unsure, and secretly said: "Can these guys do it?"
After putting the Citizen Self-Defense Force into the battlefield, Ilerda nervously observed the situation on the battlefield. After a while, no one came to ask for reinforcements. Ilerda breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise not far away. Ilerda raised her head and asked anxiously: "What happened?"
Two minutes later, a messenger rushed to Ilerda and shouted: "It's not good, Commander-in-Chief, it's not good."
Ilerda's face darkened, she grabbed the messenger by the collar, threw him to the ground, and cursed: "Shut up, if you yell again I will kill you~!"
What’s going on?”
The messenger was stunned for a moment and whispered: "The Self-Defense Forces...the Self-Defense Forces collapsed. They collapsed as soon as they engaged in battle. The enemy rushed up."
Ilerda's eyes immediately turned red, and she said fiercely: "I knew they were unreliable. Team Supervisor, follow me."
Ilerda drew her weapon and personally led the soldiers who were supervising the battle team and rushed down to the trench.
Inside, the Citizen Self-Defense Forces were running around like headless flies. Some people were running around shouting crazily, while others were throwing away their weapons and holding their heads as they burrowed into uninhabited areas.
These were just ordinary citizens. After seeing the blood, they instantly lost all courage, turned around and ran back, even the soldiers who organized them could not stop them.
Ilerda waved her long knife and shouted viciously: "Kill anyone who escapes from battle!"
"Drink~!" the soldiers of the supervising team roared, waving their weapons and rushing into the crowd, slashing at the fleeing citizens.
After dozens of people screamed and fell to the ground, the members of the Citizen's Self-Defense Force were all frightened. They did not dare to enter or escape. They stood there helplessly.
Ilerda pointed at them and shouted: "Go back to me. Even if you die, you will die on the battlefield. If there is no order to retreat, if you dare to leave the trench, you will be killed without mercy~"
"Go, go, go forward."
"Fuck me if you don't want to die~!"
The supervising team pushed them towards the battlefield, kicking and scolding them.
The people of the Citizen's Self-Defense Force could only walk back again at a loss.
Ilerda said harshly: "Even if there are ten thousand pigs, they will not be defeated like this. These people are worse than pigs."
At this time, a soldier quickly ran to Ilerda and said urgently: "Report to the commander-in-chief that during the chaos just now, a group of soldiers was preparing to defect."
"What?" Ilerda was startled for a moment, gritted her teeth and cursed: "Damn it, how did this idiot Mara lead his troops? Chase after me~!"
Ilerda led the supervising team and rushed to the battlefield along with the soldiers who reported the news. They bypassed several trenches and saw a dozen soldiers huddled at the base of the wall holding weapons, as if they were discussing something. They saw Ilerda
Da came over so aggressively that they were startled.
Ilerda shouted: "Why don't you go to the battlefield and hide here? Supervise the battle team and arrest them. I will behead them in public."
The supervisory team shouted in unison and rushed towards them. At this moment, a thick orange smoke suddenly emerged from the trench and rose straight into the air.
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, and the soldier who reacted quickly shouted: "Shelter, shelling."
Then he lay down on the bottom of the trench with his head in his hands and remained motionless.
Others quickly followed suit and made the same move.
A few seconds later, with a long and sharp scream of "whoosh...", a shell landed near the trench and exploded. The mud thrown up spilled into the trench and covered Ilerda.
After an explosion, there was a continuous sound of flying shells and explosions.
Artillery shells from the peacekeeping forces kept falling around the trench, and the explosions shook the ground.
The soil that was blown up fell on them layer after layer, as if they wanted to bury everyone alive.
Including Ilerda, they could only hold their heads tightly and pray that the shells would not hit the trench by chance and blow them all to pieces.
Ilerda felt that it had been a full century before the bombardment stopped. He shook off the dirt on his body and slowly climbed up from the ground, feeling a little dizzy.
A grenade with white smoke coming out of its tail suddenly landed at Ilerda's feet, making a hissing sound. (To be continued...)