Chapter 144 Gretel’s Counterattack (Second Update)

Daniel was indeed running out of magic.

Not only did it run out, but I ran all night and didn’t have time to recover from sleep. At this time, the mage was basically useless - probably with this in mind, 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 his spells. A level 1 warrior might be able to chop the latter to death, but for the former, even if several knights charged in formation, they might not be able to take it down.

"Go quickly!"

Captain Barnes didn't hesitate and pushed Daniel directly.

He turned to Grete again, hesitantly. According to convention, when nothing can be done, the spellcasters in the team have the right to evacuate first. Gretel should leave too, but that 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. If Gretel wants to evacuate, the barbarians have no reason to stay——

Captain Barnes hesitated, unable to make up his mind. Gretel has turned to Master Daniel:

"That's right, go quickly! Cast the phantom sound spell as you go, 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 heavy sound of 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 gave everyone the healing potion: "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 work for the Glorious God. Such a good little priest shouldn't 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!

"Let's go! Let Bernard take you away!"

Captain Barnes shouted. Gretel, however, took two steps back and looked at the barbarian with a pleading look on his face:

"Bernard, can you... go up with them?"

"The warriors of the north will not abandon their companions!" Bernard shouted back, picked up the bone club, and strode forward.

He is tall and has long legs, and he can take two steps with one step. 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 forward, and suddenly turned back to look at Grete:

"You're fine! Bernard will always follow you!"

"good!"

Grete nodded heavily. He pulled out the stopper and drank a bottle of energy potion. Feeling 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 saw - I'm with you!"

"What's the range?" Captain Barnes suddenly turned his head. Grete 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 shaking with the ground. Ta-ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta-ta. This is not good, he thought, trying 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 and that my heart muscle was not seriously damaged or even suffering from heart failure. I will make the emergency department laugh to death!

Even the guys outside his heart could squeeze in and laugh at him...

Gretel was thinking erratically, and his breathing became more and more rapid. On the other side of the corner, the knights of the tribunal slowed down their horses slightly and adjusted their rhythm. The sound of horses' hooves gradually became uniform, and the knights' prayers became louder and louder:

“My Lord, my Lord, you are holy 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, illuminating the mountain wall. Then the cold long sword picked up the horse corpse, slashing horizontally and vertically. The heavy horse corpse split into four pieces and rolled towards Grete!

"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 upward with force. At the same moment, the horse on the opposite side neighed, and a big sword with a white light spread like wings slashed down heavily!

boom!

The earth trembled.

Grete stood behind Bernard, five steps away, but still felt as if a bomb had exploded under his feet, shaking him back and forth. In front of him, the barbarian's tall body bent, his leggings and belt collapsed at the same time, and blood spurted out from the mouth of his 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 single stroke, holding the bone club in both hands, and stepped forward. The knight on the opposite side jumped off his horse, also holding a sword in both hands, and charged forward:

"Come again!"

The light shines brightly. Grete saw in a trance that a ray of light rose from the barbarian's bone club, raising his head and roaring, like some ancient giant beast; and on the opposite side, the phantom of an angel appeared above the head of the knight, the Lord of Glory, which was exactly the same as the knight. Swinging down the long sword——

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, and Bernard spurted blood all over his body, flew backwards, and hit the mountain wall hard. On the huge bone rod, branch-like cracks crackled and spread to the middle of the bone rod. In the aftermath, the surrounding shield warriors fell to the ground radially, with shields covering their bodies in a mess——

Even Grete was knocked to the ground on the spot and rolled several times.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the knight who was fighting the barbarian 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. In the name of the Inquisition, I, Gordon Menerva, will protect you from death!"

Gordon moved forward step by step. Bernard tried to struggle to get up and held on the mountain wall for a while, but immediately vomited a mouthful of blood. Captain Barnes above fired his arrows with all his strength, and several arrows flew out in succession, but the opponent paid no attention to him and waved them away like a tree 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 is only one green leaf on the little priest's robe, and there is only one green leaf floating on the top of the oak staff in his hand - a priest who is only a first-level priest can't do anything, and he can hit him ten or eight times with just one hand. of...

"Don't hurt him - cough, cough, cough, don't hurt him -"

The barbarian roared, struggled, and managed to get up with the bone stick. Standing up, vomiting blood, falling, vomiting blood again, getting up again - Gordon glanced 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.

" # ￥ x-on:%——"

A torrent of blazing white flames rushed toward his face.

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