Not only did he use it up, but he also ran all night long without having time to recover from sleep. At this time, the mage was basically a loser. It was probably with this in mind that the guys from the Inquisition kept chasing him and wouldn't let go.
After all, a fourth-level mage with complete spell slots is completely different from a fourth-level mage who has exhausted all his spells. A level 1 warrior may be able to kill the latter. In the case of the former, several knights charge in formation.
It's not even possible to get it.
"Go quickly!"
Captain Barnes didn't hesitate and pushed Daniel directly.
He turned to Gretel again, with some hesitation. According to convention, when nothing can be done, the spellcasters in the team have the right to evacuate first. Gretel should also leave, but the barbarian, I wonder if he can join the formation...
The barbarian is the most powerful one in the team. If he joins, the team's strength can be greatly improved, and more people can survive. However, according to convention, followers are only responsible for the objects they protect. Gretel wants
If they evacuated, the barbarians would have no reason to stay——
Captain Barnes hesitated, unable to make up his mind for a moment. Gretel had already turned to Master Daniel:
"That's right, go quickly! Play the phantom sound spell while walking, pretending that we are still running away, so that we can catch him off guard!"
Master Daniel gritted his teeth and turned the horse's head. The sound of heavy horse hooves and running, like the sound of more than a dozen people rushing together, spread far away.
On the other side, Grete had already opened his pocket and handed out the healing potion to everyone: "Take it. I may not be able to take care of you later, so remember to drink it yourself!"
"Gretel, let's go too!" Captain Barnes finally made up his mind. The little priest shouldn't die here - he was willing to give them healing potions in times of crisis, and he was willing to take great risks to do something for the Glorious God Cult.
Damn, such a good little pastor should not die here!
The Inquisition's pursuit team is very strong. Even if the barbarian is allowed to take the little priest away, there will only be a glimmer of hope... But if he is left here, there may not even be a glimmer of hope!
"Come on! Let Bernard take you away!"
Captain Barnes shouted. Gretel slid back two steps and looked at the barbarian with a pleading look on his face:
"Bernard, can you... go up with them?"
"A warrior in the north will never abandon his comrades!" Bernard shouted back, picked up the bone club, and strode forward.
He is tall and has long legs. He can take two steps forward of others. He squeezed into the group casually and stood side by side with the two shield warriors. The barbarian bowed slightly, holding the bone club in both hands and pointing diagonally in front of him, and suddenly looked back.
To Grete:
"You're fine! Bernard will always follow you!"
"good!"
Grete nodded heavily. He pulled out the stopper, drank a bottle of energy potion, and felt the cold excitement rising in his mind. He held a tube of oxygen tightly and stepped into the queue:
"I still have magic! It's the one you see - I'm with you!"
"What's the range?" Captain Barnes suddenly turned his head. Gretel didn't even think about it: "30 feet!"
"Get behind Bernard! Bernard, protect the little priest!"
The horses' hooves are like thunder, and the pursuers are coming.
Gretel felt his heart vibrating together with the ground. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta. This is not good, he thought, trying his best to calm his breathing——
Don't let the beating of your heart bring out the galloping rhythm of the cavalry on the opposite side!
If I go back and check it out, I will find out that the galloping rhythm was caused by being frightened, rather than my heart muscle being seriously damaged or even suffering from heart failure. I will laugh to death in the emergency department!
Even those guys outside his heart could squeeze in and laugh at him...
Gretel was thinking idly, and his breathing became more and more rapid. On the other side of the corner, the knights of the Inquisition slowed down their horses slightly and adjusted their rhythm. The sound of horse hooves gradually became uniform, and the knights' prayers,
It’s getting bigger and bigger:
“My Lord, my Lord, you are divine in heaven;
My Lord, my Lord, you are the law of the earth;
May your light shine on earth as it does in heaven;
And we will become your sharpest blade——"
Dazzling, bright white light gradually lit up from the other side of the bend, shining through the mountain wall. Then the cold long sword picked up the horse corpse, slashed horizontally and vertically, and the heavy horse corpse broke into four pieces and moved towards Gretel.
It's rolling and smashing here!
"Do it!"
Captain Barnes shouted. York raised his shield, and two shield warriors raised their shields beside him at the same time. Bernard roared, raised his bone club, and thrust it out hard. At the same time, the horse on the opposite side neighed, and a big sword appeared.
With white light spread like wings, it slashed down hard!
boom!
The earth trembled.
Gretel stood behind Bernard, five steps away. He still felt as if a bomb had exploded under his feet, shaking him back and forth. In front of him, the tall barbarian's body bent, wearing leggings and a belt at the same time.
It collapsed, and blood burst out from the mouth of both hands.
The shield warriors on the left and right, led by the York Knight, staggered and fell backward.
"Come again!" Bernard raised his head and roared, his eyes turned red for a moment, and his muscles stood up one by one. He tore off the animal skin on his shoulders with a brush, held the bone club in both hands, and stepped forward. The knight opposite jumped off the horse,
He also holds swords in both hands and charges forward:
"Come again!"
The light shone brightly. Gretel saw in a trance that a ray of light rose from the barbarian's bone club, raising his head and howling, like some ancient giant beast; and on the opposite side, the phantom of an angel appeared above the head of the Lord of Glory Knight.
, swung down the sword exactly like the knight——
The loud noise broke out again!
The knight's sword hit the bone club. The light and shadow of the giant beast disappeared in a flash. Bernard spurted blood all over his body, flew backwards, and hit the mountain wall hard. On the huge bone club, branch-like cracks cracked and spread to the bone.
In the middle of the stick. In the aftermath, the surrounding shield warriors fell to the ground in a radial pattern, with shields covering their bodies in a mess——
Even Gretel was knocked to the ground on the spot and rolled several times.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, the knight who was fighting against the barbarians stumbled to his feet and raised his sword forward.
"Surrender." The man ignored the mess on the ground and moved forward steadily. He pulled down his mask and pointed his cold sword at Gretel with his cold eyes:
"Little priest, you can't escape. Surrender now and swear to convert to the Lord of Glory. I, Gordon Menerva, will protect you from death in the name of the Inquisition!"
Gordon moved forward step by step. Bernard tried to struggle to get up and held on to the mountain wall, but immediately vomited a mouthful of blood. Captain Barnes above fired arrows with all his strength, and several consecutive arrows flew out, but he was
The other party didn't care at all and waved it away like a branch——
"Your follower is only level 7, right? I am a level 9 knight. With the blessing of divine magic, I can reach the peak of level 9. Surrender and convert, and your follower does not have to die in vain -"
Gordon's voice was calm and he walked forward slowly. There was only one green leaf on the little priest's robe, and there was only one green leaf floating on the top of the oak staff in his hand. The first-level priest couldn't do any tricks, so he asked him to use one.
You can hit him ten or eight times with your bare hands...
"Don't hurt him - cough, cough, cough, don't hurt him -"
The barbarian roared, struggled, and managed to get up using the bone club. He got up, vomited blood, fell, vomited blood again, and got up again - Gordon glanced at it indifferently and turned his head leisurely.
Then, he saw the little priest crawling up from the ground, putting his left hand into his pocket, pushing his right palm forward flatly, and making a gesture that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
"#￥@%——"
A torrent of blazing white flames rushed towards my face.