Blood of Mercury

Kluveen was panting heavily, staring at the red-robed man in front of him with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Behind him is Markan, who was burnt by negative energy flames. And not far beside him is the old Claude with a broken arm.

The exposed skin of his old buddy has been slightly scorched. Even the most outstanding stalker will be killed immediately. Fortunately, Macken is proficient in armor combat, and he wears two layers of excellent protective gear. Risk to save a life.

But even so, his chainmail has been blasted, and the remaining part is charred black, and a layer of charcoal can be seen on the surface of the hard leather armor inside.

Even though Macken's life has always been extremely hard, he is now dying.

Kluveen could hear that Macon's breathing was getting weaker and weaker.

... If he can't find a priest to heal him within half an hour, that guy will probably die here.

Thinking of this, Kluvien spit a thick phlegm on the ground.

The old priest's sneak attack just now failed, and he was struck by a lightning-like whip on his right arm. His sword was directly knocked down, and Kluveen could even hear the crack of a broken bone.

The severe pain was unbearable even for the apologist. Blood dripped from his forearm, and part of the wound was carbonized.

Then he saw that the bald head turned his head indifferently, and he took a step forward with a whip, and the steel whip as thick as the baby's thigh slapped Father Claude's head in the face.

Kluveen deftly threw his shield to block his first attack, but he obviously underestimated the guy's strength.

Generally speaking, whips are known for their agility and lightness. When they hit people's wounds, they are usually lacerations or lacerations. If they are blocked by a shield, they are nothing.

But the moment his shield touched the steel whip, the force made Kluveen's expression change.

He swears that it is by no means the strength of a whip, and even a steel whip cannot be so heavy.

Rather than a steel whip, it was a steel rod with eight or nine knots—Kluveen thought of the injury on the old priest’s arm before, and finally realized this.

Then he immediately realized that until now, he only knew that the comer was not good, but he didn't even know the opponent's purpose, occupation, and affiliation. The only piece of information is the phrase "forsaken" by Father Claude.

Although Kluveen is a mountaineer, it has been seven or eight years since he arrived in Caral. Before joining the army, his main occupation was that you acted as an intermediary in the city of wealth in Caral for some girls who deliberately or unintentionally engaged in special occupations, and introduced them to some celebrities of the city of wealth by the way - there were even two streets. Under his Kluveen name.

Before he knew Macken, he had a lot of ears, but he had never heard the word "god-forsaken" in those three years.

An ominous foreboding haunted him.

If you guessed correctly, this trip probably wasn't a simple trip to Caral to save your brother - roughly, this is a game between the true believers of the goddess of war and heretics.

"...Lord Khan is above."

Kluveen murmured about the name of the **** of hunting and the countryside, hoping that the name of the elder of the Lonely Mountain would bless him to some extent.

Not surprisingly, he probably got involved in some kind of trouble.

But before that, he first had to save Macon's life. If you want to save Macken's life, Claude can't die.

Making up his mind, Kluveen slowly took a few steps forward, wanting to protect the old priest, at least let him pick up the weapon. Kluveen stared closely at Marco's movements, cold sweat slowly dripping from his forehead.

Just when he was about to approach the red-robed bald man, the man suddenly sighed, which made Kluveen suddenly lift his heart.

Even in the army, facing a golden-rank army commander, he has never felt so stressed.

From the first time he saw the man, he recognized that the guy was definitely not easy to deal with. A crushing aura wrapped around him.

Kluveen remembered the wild boar king he saw when he was naughty when he was a child and slipped to the back mountain to play alone.

Just a glance made Kluveen stay in place and dare not move. In the hallucination, a huge wild boar as high as a mountain seemed to appear. Kluveen, who was rescued by adults, could not sleep well for a month, and every time he fell asleep, he had a nightmare of being trampled to death by a wild boar as large as a mountain.

Although this bald man doesn't have the same aura that makes people breathe and freezes like a rock, like the wild boar, he has another scorching aura.

Like carbon in a furnace, or a red-hot soldering iron or something. Although the temperature on his body was indeed the same as that of an ordinary person, he just didn't dare to hit it hard, as if he knew that once he hit it, he would be burned, so he didn't dare to approach or touch it.

Until now, the old priest's weapon was knocked out and his dominant hand was interrupted. Macken was dying, and the only one who could still fight was himself.

On the other hand, what about the other side? Except for the sword that Old Claude stabbed at the beginning and the kidney shot of Macken, there was no effective injury to the opponent, and after the burst of flames erupted, the surface of his wound healed temporarily, at least it was It does not affect the level of combat in a short period of time.

Kluveen did not dare to act rashly. As a guard profession, he is more inclined to attack.

The distance to the enemy is now within ten meters. Although I don't know what the enemy's occupation is, it is a melee occupation right now.

Although the opponent is of the silver rank, and he is only in the middle of the bronze, after all, Kluveen specializes in defense. As long as the opponent's profession is not a shadow warrior, he is confident that he will be able to block the opponent's first attack.

Constantly analyzing the gap in combat power with the opponent, the answer became more and more desperate.

Just relying on yourself, the possibility of winning a head-on conflict is no more than 10%.

Behind him, Macken's increasingly messy breathing kept ringing alarm bells for Kluveen. Even though he knew that he had to keep his composure, he gradually became anxious.

Kluveen, who was holding up his shield and was hesitating, was waiting for the opponent to take the lead or to throw his axe to open up the situation, but suddenly heard a plain sentence ringing in his ear: "Is that a follower of Lodakhan?"

--when!

Kluveen's whole body suddenly exploded with chills~www.NovelMTL.com~ At the edge of his field of vision, a dark red arc flashed. He only had time to move the shield in that direction, and was knocked back two or three meters by the slamming force.

Even more terrifying than the power of a training battering ram - the power seemed to stick to his shield, and after Kluveen stopped his retreat, it exploded in his chest and abdomen, and a blood gushed out. to the throat.

Even if he knew that the internal injury would be worse after swallowing blood at this moment, Kluveen could only force himself to be castrated. Kluveen, whose center of gravity was already unstable after just one attack, was ready for additional attacks. But the result was beyond his imagination. The other party stood in the position before him and looked at him plainly.

"Isn't it a believer..."

he murmured.

But at this moment, Kluveen only felt that the man was insane.

He laughed angrily: "How do you know I'm not a believer?"

I saw the bald man with a scar on his face turned his head flat, his eyes cold as if he were looking at an animal: "If you were a believer, the force of that whip would be enough to blow a hole in your stomach."

Immediately, cold sweat broke down on Kluveen's face.

He had no doubts about the other party's words - judging by his own injuries, as long as the bald guy just caught up and gave another whip, Kluveen's internal organs would burst.

Speaking of which, weapons against priests...

The limited information was slowly assembled in Kluveen's heart.

Combined into a desperate strength gap.