Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

"Does revenge need a reason?" Evandel looked at Palos in amazement, unable to figure out why he would suddenly say such a thing.

"I just feel... It took me a lifetime of luck to meet you, and if something happened to you because of the hatred in the past... I... I really don't know what to do." Palos showed that melancholy again Evandel didn't know if it was his own illusion, but now Palos seemed to be more melancholy than when he first became a traitor of the Knights Templar.

Evandel patted him on the shoulder and said gently: "Okay, I will be careful, I finally became so powerful, and with such a lovely lover as you, how could I be willing to risk my life for revenge? .”

The tall and powerful Palos would be embarrassed for a while every time he was praised as "cute" by the mage, but today Palos's reaction was different from the past, he still looked worried: "Then don't go to the world of Titans, okay? "

"If that demon sent him to the door to seek death, I don't have to go." Evandel said calmly, "Only by killing him can my heart be at peace. Don't you want me to succeed in revenge?"

"Hatred...has never been a good thing." Palos looked down at him.

"Why do you suddenly become like a missionary priest exuding holy light?" Evandel said jokingly, "Okay, I understand what you want to say, in fact, I understand the truth, but I really want to It's not easy to be so free and easy, and revenge is also a means of self-protection, just like Rafaqi murdered us several times, if we forgive him regardless of the past, will he reform himself and stop being our enemy? No , he will only intensify his efforts to kill us."

"...If you can be sure that after forgiving the other party, he will not come to harm you again?"

"Don't make such meaningless assumptions." Evandel said, "Go take a bath before it's dark, and I still want to design the mana circuit of this space magic."

Evandel turned his attention back to the parchment.

Busy on the road for the past two days, the mage's intention to ask him to take a bath was very clear. Palos was silent for a while, and finally swallowed the words on his lips, and silently went to take a bath by the mountain stream.

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Kent didn't see Palos at the beginning, and he didn't want to see the disciple he had placed high hopes on in the past. In order to complete his mission, he abandoned the stubborn young man at a critical moment. Later, Palos killed his colleague and defected , and the rumors of collaborating with the mage made him believe that his choice was right.

But I didn't expect that soon after, the Pope pardoned the traitor and restored the reputation and status of Palos. Darris, the leader of the Knights Templar, also acquiesced in this. There must be a political game that Kent does not understand behind this, but Kent His opinion has not changed, Palos is a shameful traitor, he is ashamed that he has taught such an ungodly and unsteady disciple.

Although the life ball Kent brought back was useless in the end, the hard-working Templar Knight was promoted, and now he is responsible for leading the team to search for the demons that appeared near the Temple of Asher.

The rift appeared in the early morning, and the team that had been patrolling all night was listlessly waiting to change shifts with the next team after dawn. The crisis came suddenly when they were unprepared.

Many times before, the one who came from the crack was the demon who claimed to be the demon general Alfred. He never took the initiative to attack humans, but this time it was a demon who suddenly appeared within the expected range.

They have never seen such a demon, not even in the ancient scrolls left during the war between gods and demons. The demon was about two people tall, extremely strong, with red skin, no hair, and a bear-like head. , with a bony forehead and two big horns, sharp claws on the fingertips, and a strong tail dragging behind it, the tip of the tail swelled like a hammer.

Because the demon suddenly came to an unfamiliar environment, it was stunned for a moment, and then it found the weak and nervous prey around it. It laughed wildly and attacked the Templars surrounding it.

The Templars blew the whistle for help. Under Kent's command, they fought fearlessly at first, but they were immediately beaten to pieces. Their armor was like a layer of paper under the strange power of the demon. One of the templars couldn't dodge, and was punched on the ground by the demon, and the breastplate was deeply dented, crushing all his ribs and internal organs.

With a sweep of the demon's strong arm, several templar knights were thrown flying. Kent took the opportunity to approach from behind and slashed the demon's thigh with his sword.

But the sword with all its strength only left a not-so-deep scar on the devil's tough skin. With a sweep of the devil's tail, Kent was sent flying horizontally, falling to the ground and unable to get up for a long time.

In less than 1 minute, the Templars under him were dead or wounded, there were no one left to fight, and some wounds were added to the demon's body, but it was nothing to the strong demon Big problem, the pain stimulated its killing desire instead, it picked up a badly injured templar with a grin, and broke his neck like playing.

Kent finally got up on the ground, held his sword precariously and looked at the approaching demon step by step, feeling hopeless in his heart. Although he had rich combat experience and good sword skills, these were meaningless in the face of absolute power suppression.

It was impossible for the reinforcements to come so quickly, and he probably couldn't escape this catastrophe.

Suddenly a feathered arrow came through the air and hit the demon's left eye. The demon let out a deafening roar in severe pain, left the injured Kent, and rushed towards the direction of the feathered arrow.

There was a tall tree there, and the demon slammed into the tree after a few seconds, and the big tree broke on the spot. At the very moment, Alkai, the elf ranger, jumped down from the top of the tree, rolled to one side after landing, and narrowly escaped. Open the fist that the devil smashed down.

When the demon only noticed Alkai, a thin figure jumped out from the bushes behind it, and the dagger and short sword in his hand cut towards the knee of the demon at the same time.

The skin of the devil's whole body is stronger than ordinary leather armor, but the skin at the joints is still relatively weak. Phils accurately cut off the opponent's tendons, causing the devil's center of gravity to tilt, and he fell to his knees on one leg, but at the same time he also It was swept away by the strong and powerful tail of the demon.

Alkai took the opportunity to escape a little bit, turned around and shot another arrow, the demon raised his arm to cover his face in time, the arrow shot by Alkai's hard bow was enough to penetrate the armor of the Templar, but this time the feathered arrow nailed the demon On his arm, only the arrow had penetrated into the flesh.

Alkai drew the bow again, the demon roared, dragged his injured right leg to stand up, grabbed a stone the size of a millstone next to it, and threw it at the elf ranger.

Fortunately, the accuracy of the demon who lost one eye was no longer so good, the elf ranger avoided vigilantly, and when the demon rushed towards him again, a black figure stood in front of Alkai.

Palos also arrived.

It was the first time for Palos to face such a tall, strong and agile monster with a tail that could hit people, but strangely, he felt that he seemed to be familiar with this demon's fighting style, and his body instinctively knew what to do. Where to attack and defend, it's like another person is manipulating his body to fight.

He is no stranger to this feeling. In the past, when he was facing life and death, he once killed five mage hunters with one against five. At that time, he also had this feeling that his body was being manipulated by the fighting instinct.

He used to think that it was the instinct of survival that caused the potential to burst out, but now he suddenly realized that this is not potential, it is another person—a seasoned and powerful warrior's battle memory left deep in his soul.

Palos gritted his teeth, threw out the distracting thoughts of this moment, and concentrated on dealing with the enemy in front of him. The demon soon discovered that the black-armored knight was a difficult opponent. His heavy blow was either dodged or blocked. Blocking it, but the opponent's long sword kept adding new wounds to it, making it impossible for the demon to escape and attack the elf who kept shooting arrows at it.

The demon became irritable. It savagely swept its tail on Palos' shield, knocking back the black-armored Templar for a few steps before standing still. Archery he shoots.

Alkai slid down the slope, the speed of the demon chasing him was no longer so fast, but the road was still broken, two trees were broken, and an unknown number of bushes and thorns were trampled, as if these obstacles were important to him. Nothing more than tiny spider webs.

When it went down with another kick and put its entire weight on that good leg, Fels, who had been sent flying just now, sprang out from the shadow of the stone again, cut off the tendon of the other leg, and then It dodged the big tail that swept over in time.

The demon knelt down on the ground, and it wanted to stand up again, but a black shadow crossed its neck, the tough skin was easily cut open, and the demon's head rolled to the ground. It took a few seconds for the huge body to crash fall down.

The mage withdrew his hand, and the golden runes on the back of his hand gradually faded.

Firth grumbled and complained: "We're almost done fighting, and you're only here to take the kill."

"I can't help it, I'm running slowly, and you are still hitting farther and farther. If you bring it to my direction, I can shoot it earlier." The mage panted, and it seemed that he had run very hard. .

"It's as if it's a kite. It will fly wherever I lead it. It would be great if we can cooperate like this." Fiers rubbed his ribs and hissed while speaking, and the mage asked: " How are you hurt?"

"Swept by its tail, ouch, it hurts to death..." Phils walked towards the mage, passing by the demon's body, the demon's limbs were still trembling and twitching, Phils kicked it.

Palos also came over. Seeing his movement, he instinctively rushed over and pushed him away before he had time to think: "Be careful!"