What bad thoughts can a paladin have?

Chapter 103 Priest's Trap

"boom!"

The wooden door opposite the marble door was violently knocked open, and more than a dozen people with spears and daggers around their waists poured in from behind the door.

"The enemy of my lord! Kill them all!"

Accompanied by chaotic roars, the believers of these tyrannical kings waved their spears and stabbed at Ren.

Seeing the fanatical expression on the opponent's face, Ren swung the mace and knocked the guy who rushed to the front to the ground. At the same time, he reminded Angelica and Leolina behind:

"Be careful, these are fanatics!"

Leolina saw the face of one of them clearly by the light of the fire, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Cast, why do you..."

That man, she had seen several times in the market in Lahore City, was a fishmonger who didn't talk much, why suddenly he...

The man whose name was called raised his face when he heard the words, and looked at the female mage not far away, his eyes were full of strangeness and alienation.

"Kill! For my lord!"

The man's words were full of cold killing intent, and he stabbed Leolina with a surprised face.

"careful!"

Angelica on the side pushed the female mage who was stunned to the side with her bow-holding right hand, and then parried the spear stabbed by the opponent with her dagger.

"Leolina, no matter who he was before, he is now a fanatic of the evil god and wants to kill our enemy!"

Miss Ranger yelled loudly while resisting the opponent's attack.

Her words were like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, awakening the female mage from her stupor.

"Yes! An Jie is right! Regardless of whether he is that Custer or not, he is our enemy now!"

After reacting, Leolina regained the calmness that a mage should have. She pulled out the revolver at her waist, raised her hand and shot it.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a dull gunshot, the man named "Caster" fell limply to the ground.

Compared with professionals like Rennes, the fanatics who swarmed up were just ordinary humans who had experienced simple military training.

But even if these fanatics become fearless because of their beliefs, they don't care about their injuries at all, and are even willing to exchange their injuries for their companions' attack opportunities.

Ren just knocked a fanatic to the ground with a mace, and before he recovered, two or three fanatics rushed forward, trying to reach out and hug the paladin by the waist, thus restraining him action.

At the same time, in the blind spot behind Rennes, the two fanatics pursed their lips tightly, stabbed their spears at their companions mercilessly, and prepared to string them together with the enemy into a bunch of candied haws!

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

At the critical moment, Miss Ranger fired two arrows, and the flying arrows accurately pierced the throats of the two spearmen, took their lives away, and rescued Ren.

In the face of professionals, the advantage of numbers and fanatical beliefs cannot be completely transformed into the weight of victory.

With the passage of time, in just three to four minutes, the number of fanatics has been reduced by more than half, and the corpses of seven or eight enemies have fallen beside the three of Renn.

"I can't stop it! You, go and report to Lord Xierjuke! Everyone else, join me and buy time for the Lord!"

A leading fanatic glanced around in a hurry, seeing that his side had suffered heavy losses but still couldn't resist the opponent's attack, so he gave an order loudly.

"Yes."

The fanatic who was named nodded heavily, and ran towards the wooden door without hesitation.

"A tyrannical king does not need cowards! For my lord, I will give my life and soul!"

The other three or four fanatics chanted prayers loudly, and under the leadership of the little boss, launched a desperate attack on Ren and the others.

After 1 minute, the whole room regained its calm.

"call……"

Ren supported the wall with his hands and let out a soft breath.

In this battle, killing these fanatics is not the most laborious thing, but how to break free from their entanglement is the most laborious.

At the end of the battle, the remaining three or four fanatics gave up their defense completely. They roared and rushed towards Ren, only to trap his arms, legs and feet to achieve the purpose of delaying and delaying time.

Obviously, in the end, most of their goals were achieved.

Breaking free from the hands and feet of these guys took a lot of effort from Boss Ren.

"Ren, do you need to take a break?"

Seeing the paladin panting slightly, Angelica asked worriedly.

Ren waved his hand and said:

"I will recover slowly, and there is no need to waste extra time for me. Just now, a fanatic came back to call the police. We must speed up, and we must not let the 'Siljuk' he said get ready. Otherwise, we will go through a bitter battle!"

After all, Ren held a mace and strode out in pursuit.

Miss Ranger and the female mage looked at each other, nodded slightly, and quickly walked through the wooden door, following in the footsteps of the paladin.

…………

"Master Xierjuke, the believers of our lord have reported to us that they have discovered the intruders! The skeleton guard at the gate and many believers have been knocked down by the other party, and they are currently rushing towards this side."

In the depths of the corridor, a tiefling guard ran to the wooden door of a room with a composite longbow and said in a hurried tone.

"Intruder? How did Ragnolin Shen Shi manage to let flies run in?"

From the other side of the wooden door, came a low voice.

"My lord, do you want to report it to Lord Faceless?"

asked the tiefling guard in a low voice.

"Don't disturb him, the oracle of my lord told me that this will be a wonderful show dedicated to my lord! Tell the believer, let him lead the flies to where they should go, and tell Gailas And those two idiots of Cendra, let them go to the stage of our lord, and watch the show dedicated to our lord."

"Yes, my lord!"

The tiefling guard respectfully agreed and turned to leave.

Behind the wooden door, the blindfolded priest got up from his seat and laid out the trap calmly.

With his movements, a dry dragon claw kept shaking in front of his chest.

It was left by a young red dragon. In exchange, during that battle, this pious [tyrannical king] priest only had one eye left, and a large area of ​​charred eyes was left on his handsome face. scars.

But he didn't ask his colleagues to use [Advanced Restoration Technique] to restore his injuries and remove scars, because in his opinion, it was a symbol of bravery.

"By the time I get there, it must be the end."

Sir Jake took down the heavy flail from the weapon rack, hung a light crossbow on his back, placed the quiver in the most suitable position, took out scrolls and stuffed them into the interlayer of the belt, and then pushed open the wooden door. He hurried towards the "stage" he called.

"Those who dare to break into this place are not easy to come by. I just let the two idiots Gellars and Cendra try their quality. When they kill and hurt both, it will be my turn to play."

There was a sneer on the corner of Xierjuke's mouth, and he raised his hand to touch the light crossbow on his back.

"Nuji doesn't have eyes... It's just two young priests who have just advanced, and they want to compete with me, an old man, for the dominance of this place? It's really whimsical!"

The tyrannical king does not prevent his priests from fighting for power. In his opinion, only the victor who stands out in the cruel competition is worthy of the divine grace he bestows.

And only the most ruthless and ruthless priest can shoulder the heavy responsibility of leading his own church and spread his teachings to the entire main material plane.

Therefore, backstabs and backstabs are often staged in the [Tyrannical King] Church.

And today's scene is no exception.

(End of this chapter)