Chapter 357: There’s a dead person——Call the priest——
Listen to sermons and receive Holy Communion?
Gretel paused, and couldn't help but turn in the direction of the shout. Bernard called out from behind:
"boss--"
Boss, what's wrong with you?
What’s so good about the Lord of Glory!
You also killed several of them, you forgot!
Are you short of food or something? When we usually eat together, I can cut two pieces of meat from my lamb leg, which is enough for you!
"Hey, I just want to take a look, take a look from a distance." Grete waved his hand casually. Don't ask, the question is because the other party's marketing techniques are too familiar, and he wants to take a look. By the way, let's wait and see if the other party's marketing words are correct.
"Joseph, sit down and let's talk about what's on your mind"...
Oh no, it’s the other party’s so-called Holy Communion, which is bread and wine.
Gretel, curious and fairly well aware, Nordmark did what he said, and stopped about ten meters away from the preaching crowd. At this distance, the preacher's words could be clearly heard:
"In ancient times, floods, droughts, and snowstorms occurred frequently, plagues were prevalent, and monsters and monsters roamed the wilderness. The Lord of Glory took pity on his people and said to them..."
Boring.
This story doesn't sound good.
When you go to the dwarven lands to promote the Lord of Radiance, at least you can tell a good story!
Gretel, who had been bombarded by novels, movies, and anime in her previous life, shook her head and decided to give the other party one more minute of patience and leave without seeing the Holy Communion. However, before the Holy Communion appeared, a roar shook the entire place:
"You're talking nonsense!"
Then there was a wave of people falling on their backs. When Grete came back to his senses, a big man had already rushed to the podium, grabbed the preacher, hit him with his fist, and cursed:
"Charity, your ** charity! Benevolence, your ** benevolence! I killed my whole family for you since I was a child! Capture me as a slave! You don't know how many whips I received! @#￥%*&..."
What followed was a series of intensive roars, so friendly that [Language Comprehensive] didn’t even translate it. Poor preacher in black robes and white scarves, he was knocked down with the first punch, and drew blood from the second punch
After the splash, the third punch, and the fourth punch, the effect...
Grete's mind was spinning, and there was only one famous textbook scene:
"Lu Tiha beats Guanxi with punches".
Naturally, the other members of the Glorious Holy See couldn't just sit idly by. The two knights had just brought a few baskets of Holy Communion over. When they saw this, they immediately put the baskets down and rushed forward with a roar. The big man threw away the preacher and turned back to fight with them.
A punch and a kick, the wind howled.
If this were the case in the previous life, the crowds who came to hear sermons (receive Holy Communion) would scream, run, and escape half of them on the spot. But the dwarves are worthy of their martial virtues, not to mention the barbarians. Not only did they not escape, but they captured them.
They tightened their stance and formed a big circle. They ate the melon with relish and happily:
"That's a good punch!"
"He's a man!"
"Hey - who is that! If you fight, just fight, don't use the knife!"
Fortunately, there were half barbarians in the crowd, so Gretel's view of the show was not blocked. He subconsciously leaned closer to Bernard and looked around:
"There's a fight now? - No one cares?"
"Who cares about personal feuds?" Gavin shrugged beside him. Although his short shoulders could not reach Grete's elbow no matter how much he shrugged:
"The ones who beat people are barbarians, and those who are beaten are the Holy See of Glory, not envoys. Just wait, when they are almost done beating, the patrol will come out and put an end to it."
He pointed to where he was going from a distance. Gretel looked back and saw a group of dwarf knights - wearing shiny armor and riding strong goats - watching quietly dozens of meters away. Gretel felt relieved and continued Watch the fight:
"Orcs?"
He didn't even have time to see clearly just now!
Looking at the two Holy See knights again, the one in the middle shouting fiercely for battle was indeed an orc. His long hair was three-quarters black and three-quarters white, with flowing hair, erect ears, and a raised nose. Gray was obviously different from humans. While Te was observing the details, he saw that the orc had been punched hard on the cheek, and blood started to flow from the corner of his mouth on the spot.
"It will be difficult to cure if it gets smashed..." Gretel murmured. He didn't know anything about the anatomy of an orc. Even if he knew, he was not a maxillofacial surgeon and would not dare to do it at will. .
The orcs were one against two, but they didn't seem to be at a disadvantage. While they were rolling and fighting, a big fluffy tail suddenly stood up and slapped the knight's legs and feet. If it hit, there would be a blood mark and swelling on the spot.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Gretel was amazed. This skill was so great. It seemed that if the Holy See wanted to win, it would need a few more people!
Just as he was thinking about it, a cloud of black mist suddenly exploded without any warning. Two glorious knights, an orc, and the preacher who was knocked to the ground and didn't know if he was still alive were all shrouded in the black mist, and followed. Just a few screams.
"ah--"
"Ah~~~~~~"
Grete was startled. He took a step reflexively and stopped immediately. Bernard rushed forward and pulled the boss back, his tall body completely covering the front.
The sound of hooves was like thunder, and the dwarf knights rushed to pat the sheep. Their short bodies gathered around and immediately shouted:
"Pastor! Pastor!"
"Call the priest!"
Gretel poked his head out from behind Bernard. The black fog in front of him had dispersed, and onlookers formed a circle around the boss, with exclamations coming and going:
"died!"
"They're all dead!"
"So much blood!"
"You're not dead, are you? You're still calling the priest!"
Gretel poked Bernard and pushed him forward. After poking him several times, Bernard slowed down and led him forward. When they had managed to get through a group of savages with great difficulty, All I saw was blood flowing all over the ground, and of the few people who had fought before, even half of them were left standing:
The preacher who was beaten first had a paint shop on his face and was unconscious. Gretel didn't even need to check carefully, but seven or eight possibilities including concussion and intracranial hemorrhage popped up in his mind;
Two knights lay on their backs, one covering his throat with both hands, hissing between his fingers, and blood bursting out. Listening to the sound, it seemed that his trachea was about to be torn;
The other person fell to the ground with his hands and feet, a scar on his neck, and blood sprayed everywhere. Gretel only took a look at the amount of bleeding and spray marks, and immediately came to a conclusion:
The carotid artery ruptured and there was no way to save it.
Looking at the orc again, there was a sharp blade stuck in his chest, up to the hilt. He was still conscious, but he was unable to struggle. It was obvious that his injuries were serious enough, and his life was hanging by a thread.
Grete still wanted to take a closer look, but was suddenly pulled back and pushed behind Bernard. The next moment, hurried footsteps rushed over, stopped directly beside the knight, plop, plop twice, followed by
Loud prayers.
Oh, someone has taken care of those glorious knights.
Gretel turned his head indifferently. He took a step back calmly and watched the dwarf knights swarm up and separate the people on both sides;
I saw two dwarf knights jumping off the goat and trying to take the orc away, but they were stopped by the shining knight, and the two sides confronted each other angrily;
Seeing a dozen orcs arriving, the two sides almost fought, and finally each took a step back and left the scene with the injured;
Watching another dwarf knight urging the goat, shouting "Priest, Priest" and galloping away...
Gretel quietly followed the orcs' team. As soon as he turned the corner, he saw these guys rushing into the house, and he quickly shouted:
"I'm a priest!"
"Great! Come on!" The two orcs immediately turned sideways to make way for the passage. Gretel quickly walked through the door, walked to the side of the injured orc warrior, and stretched out his hand to feel his breath. Just as he knelt down, two heavy and rapid steps came.
With a loud sound, the mountain shook and the earth shook, and he rushed over.
"How is my brother! Master, please save my brother -"