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The young sorcerer's eyesight was so good that he saw Yannick's bishop's ring half-hidden under his cuffs at a glance, but his voice was not high, except for Sofia, who knew Yannick's identity, and the city lord. Ness, and no one else heard it, was enough to show his caring.

Now that his identity was known, Yannick no longer concealed it. He simply unbuttoned the cloak and took off the hood covering his head, revealing his long silver hair that still shines brightly in the dark, as well as the Priest robe.

At this moment, everyone knew the identity of the handsome young man.

Even in the critical period when the undead attacked, a priest dared to reveal his identity among many mages. This courage is amazing enough. Yannick immediately attracted a lot of strange eyes, most of which came from mages.

The young mage, Mude Fan showed a slightly surprised look on his face. Obviously, he did not expect the priest to do this directly after being revealed by him, which greatly exceeded his expectations.

"Master Tines, you actually asked a priest to command us?!" a mage yelled, with obvious anger.

As the first objection sounded, other mages also expressed disdain or hostility.

If it weren't for the countless undead who wanted to climb up under the city wall, and those mages didn't have time to point their wands at him, I'm afraid the priest's personal safety would be threatened right now.

"Everyone, Priest Hill was invited by me to help treat the Black Death patient!" Tines was sweating profusely, and quickly explained, for fear that someone would really give the priest a raging flame.More importantly, this person is a friend valued by His Excellency Chris. The city-state chief of La Serena, who is good at catering, has no doubt that if this priest encounters any danger, His Excellency Chris will use magic to cut him into pieces Throw it down to feed those undead!

"We have magic potions, we don't need the lackeys of the Holy See!" Some extreme attitudes have already shouted.

"No, no, I think you need it!" City Lord Tines wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"You are a priest? You are really a priest!"

"Your Excellency, please save Jerry! He is dying!"

Contrary to the hatred of those mages, ordinary soldiers and swordsmen were overjoyed. Many people even ran over and surrounded the priest, begging him to save their friends or companions.

For people other than mages, although the Holy See is high and the priests are far more arrogant than mages, but the spiritual beliefs of thousands of years are deeply rooted, and more importantly, the black death, this terrible disease that makes people discolored, The only one who can completely cure it is the priest.

When people are in despair, they are always eager to grasp a life-saving straw, not to mention that there is not just a straw in front of them, but a living savior.

Facing the eager anticipation on the one hand and the hostility on the other, the young and handsome priest said gently: "Don't worry, I will do my best to heal you."

Then he said to Tines: "Your Excellency the City Lord, since His Excellency Fan Mage has arrived, the crisis in La Serena will be resolved soon, so I'm counting on you here."

Tines hurriedly said, "Of course, don't worry!"

Watching Yannick's back disappearing on the city wall, Tines showed a warm smile to the young mage who had just arrived: "That's great, Your Excellency Fandelini Gabila, it's great to have you here! The Holy Spirit Sir Simon is coming too? La Serena's situation is very urgent now, if Sir Simon can come, then..."

"No."

Tines's smile froze.

"The teacher has other things to do, so he won't come." Mu De Fan repeated, with a gentle tone, "He thinks that I'm here is enough."

"But, but, you don't know, those undead are really terrifying!" Tines began to sweat again, "It's not that I don't believe you, your ability is well known, but..."

Before he could organize his words, the young mage had already walked to the city wall and looked down.

An earth mage is directing his staff to continuously use the earth spear technique to nail down the undead who are about to climb up one by one. However, the speed of the undead is too fast, and if they are not careful, they will take advantage of the loopholes, and The accuracy of the earth spear technique is not [-]%. As long as you can't pierce the heads of the undead on the spot, or cut off their necks, they will continue to climb up tirelessly. This is the terrifying strength of the undead. .

A rotten hand stretched out from below and grabbed the mage's robe with such great strength that the mage lost his center of gravity and fell forward. He was about to be dragged down. Watching the mage lean forward.

At the critical moment of life and death, the undead who was holding on to the mage suddenly let out a shrill scream, and his whole body crumbled into powder amidst the scream. The earth mage also screamed, and the power to grab him disappeared. , but because of inertia, he couldn't help falling down.

But maybe today is destined to be his lucky day, the earth mage was grabbed by the collar, and then pulled him back.

He fell down hard on the city wall, holding the rough stones with his hands, panting heavily, looking at the blue-robed mage with gratitude.

"Fan, Your Excellency Fan, I am very, very..."

Before the words of gratitude were finished, the blue-robed mage had already walked to the other side and began to command the battle in an orderly manner. Tines followed behind him, completely serving as a foil.

To be honest, no one in La Serena can compare to Chris in terms of his noble status in the world, but the problem is that few people know Chris' status as a mage, and others don't know how much he has achieved in magic. Gao, not to mention who his teacher is.

In contrast, the well-known Mude Fan, who has a Fasheng as his teacher, is obviously more suitable for commanding a group of mages to fight.

On the other side, Yannick walked down the stairs and went down the city wall. Many people injured in the battle were placed here, including those injured by the undead, those who might be infected with the Black Death, and ordinary wounded.

Everyone has taken the magic potion, but some of them are seriously injured, and they don't look very well. Their complexions have already started to change from pale to grayish black. Maybe it won't be long before they will become members of the army of undead.

This caused a pessimistic atmosphere in the wounded camp. Many civilians in the city did not dare to approach easily even if they brought food and drinks. The wounded were fed magic potions by the soldiers, and there was no more care.

Seeing this scene, the priest frowned first: "Why are those bitten by the undead placed together with the ordinary wounded? If someone is infected with the Black Death, what will the others do?"

"Your Excellency," a soldier beside him explained: "Because the time is too short, there is no time to arrange other places, and now there is a lack of combat power. Those ordinary wounded have a little rest before going to the battlefield!"

"Even so, you shouldn't be so hasty!" The priest walked towards a wounded man who seemed to be in a serious condition, and confessed: "I'll go and heal the person who was bitten by the undead first, you..."

"Your Excellency, my name is Alan. I was the one who brought you and your companions into La Serena!" The soldier puffed out his chest.

Only then did the priest recognize that he was the gossiping soldier captain, "Okay, Alan, please lead someone to sort these wounded into different categories, and place ordinary wounded separately. They must not be put together with those who were bitten by the undead. , There are too many people here to help and take care of them, so there is no need for so many people, so send more soldiers to garrison here!"

"Yes, I will follow your orders!" Allen agreed with a solemn expression, and left in a hurry.

"Sophia," the priest said to the Earl's daughter who had been following him, "Thank you very much for your protection, but I may need your help now."

"Just say it, as long as I can do it!" Sophia fought with her sword just now, her body was dusty and her face was no longer fair.

"I need magic crystals, as many magic crystals as possible."

"I have here..."

"No, you go ask Tines for it. He is the lord of the city. He must have a lot of treasures in this area. Without magic crystals, my mana is not enough to support me to heal so many people. Good girl, we don't need to worry about Tines. save money!"

Sophia had a smile on her face when she heard the subject of the last sentence: "Okay, as you wish!"

In the rough tents set up with coarse cloth, the people who were scratched or bitten by the undead had more or less despair and fear on their faces.

Everyone knows that no matter how good the magic potion is, at present, it can only play a relieving role, and there is no way to completely cure the Black Death. Those people who have been branded by the undead may still change one day. Become that kind of terrifying undead, attacking his own compatriots.

Just now, a soldier who had taken the magic potion but was seriously injured, his face turned black, veins burst out on his hands and neck, and his two eyes began to turn red, showing frightening signs of disease. Fortunately, someone It was discovered early, and the person was dragged out immediately.As for the fate of being dragged out, the wounded may guess, but they don't want to think about it.

Everyone desperately waited for a hopeless result, and some people couldn't even bear the torture of waiting for the god of death to come, and ended their lives ahead of schedule.

However, this kind of behavior is like a vicious circle, which brings more panic to the rest of the injured.

Now only the priests can cure the Black Death, but the priests of La Serena have withdrawn long ago. Besides the priests, who can save them?

"Mary, listen to me, while the other city gate is still open, take Jane and escape from La Serena to Santa Mar, where it is much safer!" One and a half lay in the tent, The young soldier with gauze wrapped around his chest said to the two girls kneeling next to him.

"No no, Baker, you don't want to leave us!" The younger and older girl cried, "Mom and Dad have passed away, don't you want to leave us too!"

"If possible, I don't want to do it either." The wound on Baker's chest had already started to turn black, and the range of this blackness was gradually expanding. "You know, I'm half an undead now..."

"Shut up!" Mary interrupted him, "There must be a solution! Those mages, I heard that even the famous Master Fan has come here. He is a disciple of Saint Simon, and he can definitely cure you!"

"Mary, there is no way. No matter how powerful a mage is, he can't defeat the Black Death." Baker sighed, "Priest, only a priest can save us, but where is La Serena going to find the priest now?"

Mary could still hold back her tears, but Jane, who was younger, couldn't help it, and threw herself on him and cried loudly.

Baker caressed the little sister's hair lovingly, with a sad expression on his face, and even a hint of despair.

"Priest! It's a priest!"

"Your Excellency! Please save us!"

"Oh! Are you sent by the Goddess of Light..."

"Save us, Lord Priest!"

There was a commotion outside, and Baker almost suspected that he had heard it wrong. However, when he looked at Mary for confirmation, he found that Mary also had an unbelievable expression on her face.

"Jane, stay here and take care of Baker, I'll go out and have a look!" She left a sentence, lifted her skirt and rushed out of the tent, but because of her speed, she bumped into a person hard at the door.

The opponent was knocked back by her for several steps, and when Mary stopped her charge and glanced up, she couldn't help being completely stunned.

Even looking back many years later, she felt that it was the most memorable scene in her life.