You call this a shield?

Neveu rushed to Sheld, and was about to say something, but was taken aback by Sheld's current appearance.

"Leader! Are you fading?"

"Fade... fade...?"

Shield turned his head mechanically. He also felt that something was wrong, but his thoughts slowed down. He couldn't think of what to do next for a long time, and beat the war drum mechanically with both hands.

Something wrong with the drum?

Neveu glanced at the battle drum, and the ghost face inlaid on it seemed to be laughing.She quickly realized that, after all, Dalt and Stike had weird reactions to this drum before.

So she snatched the stick from Sheld's hand and knocked it away.

And the moment Shield was knocked away, the overwhelming rain of arrows and spears seemed to be cut off, and no longer projected from outside the city.

Sheld took a few steps back and shook his body. He supported his head, feeling something pouring back into his body. The dizzy feeling was like standing up after squatting for a long time and his head was out of blood. He almost didn't kneel down directly.

"Fuck?"

He finally realized what had just happened.

The evil side effect of this drum seems to be far greater than he imagined.

"Did I almost get drained just now?"

Sheld didn't know how to describe it. He could feel that he was approaching "death" step by step, and another wave of "people" was slowly coming towards him from the other side of "death".

The price of backlash seems to be an exchange?

Look at the task completion progress again: "1200/1000."

Hey guys, it's done?

Although there are still a lot of flying dragons, it is obvious that these guys have begun to regain some sense of reason, and they no longer attack blindly, but hover in the air, faintly retreating.

Their populations cannot suffer too many casualties, otherwise it will affect the reproduction of the next generation...

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Volume 159 Rising Storms: Chapter 57 Chapter [-] Ending

The drumbeat?

Bachat had already noticed the strange sound of the drum, and almost all the dwarves in the city noticed it. At this moment, everyone put down their weapons and started walking towards the city wall like walking dead.

The promised flying dragon didn't enter the city "as promised". He could see the group of flying dragons hovering outside, that big black mass, crowded together.

"Go and have a look."

Bachart wanted to go over to find out. This was not the impulse brought to him by the drums. Unlike those dwarves who were attracted like walking dead and lost their souls, his skills gave him the confidence to suppress this impulse.

"Name: Bachat Graybeard. Occupation: Heavy Armor Guard (Shield Class). Level: 5. Strength: 32, Dexterity: 14, Intelligence: 10, Constitution: 35. Skills: Shield Wall, Heavy Armor Proficiency (Weapon ), Heavy Equipment Proficiency (Armor), Guardian Spirit (Shield Class)."

The guardian spirit provided a certain resistance, preventing him from being completely attracted by the sound of the drum.

Although it is a shield job, Bachat explained well that a shield job does not necessarily mean wearing a shield. Perhaps Sheld can have a little common language with him.

Bachart believes that as long as his battle ax is sharp enough, the defense can be thrown aside. The high physique and strength, coupled with the addition of heavy equipment, provide him with a strong impact on the battlefield.

After shaking off the blood on the battle axe, his rock-like heart fluctuated a little.

It was covered with the blood of his fellow men, and his tomahawk had not been stained with the blood of his fellow men for many years.

……

There are many mountain roads in the Catchstone Mountains, many of which have been sealed off, and there are also many undeveloped mountain roads, because there are not many people walking, and most of them are in steep areas, these places are natural hidden places.

The black robe is really conspicuous in the white snow, and the hem of the robe is automatic without wind.

A cloud of white air spewed out from under the crow's beak mask, and the end of the long staff in his hand was gently writing and drawing on the snow, and strange runes were formed under his feet...

"Come on, come on."

"Sacrifice, it's still a little short, some more... come again... hmm?"

The movement of the long staff in his hand stopped abruptly, as if he had been cast a hold spell, and then he suddenly raised his head to look at the distant city wall, and let out a roar of unknown meaning.

"What happened?! What power is interfering with me!"

"Damn!"

He squatted down quickly, took out a dagger from his robe, and swiped hard towards the palm of his hand, blood sprayed on the ground.

He stood the long stick on the ground, half-kneeled and raised the scratched hand, whispering: "No one can defy the true God...!"

The blood dripping on the ground evaporated in an instant, his palm gradually withered from between his fingers, and his gloves and clothes dried up visibly with the naked eye.

"That's it, that's it! You will all become the servants of the true god, obey my orders... Ugh!"

"Whoa-!"

Hearing a "click", the long staff suddenly broke, and a mouthful of black blood spewed out from his mouth. He suddenly felt that his body lost control, and he fell heavily to the ground, twitching continuously.

It was as if there were countless pairs of eyes watching him, and there were countless hands that seemed to protrude from the void in front of his eyes, trying to drag him down. The whispers filled his brain and affected his concentration.

He didn't know what was on the other side, but he felt the fear that came from instinct. At this moment, he understood that there should be a position that is difficult for the true god to touch.

The place where the light of the true God cannot shine.

If someone was here, they would be able to see an extremely strange scene - a man wearing a crow's beak mask and a black robe was lying on his side on the ground, his hands and feet were shaking uncontrollably, his body bowed sharply, The whole person is like being folded.

He kept yelling "Don't grab me!", "Don't come near me!", but there was nothing around.

"no no……!"

"Help me...! Help me!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The shrill screams echoed between the foothills, and what remained in place was only black dust, which disappeared with the wind.

Sidi, who was far away on the city wall, glanced thoughtfully into the distance, and after the death drum was taken back by Sheld, she slowed down.

"I know you can take out a lot of weird things, but that kind of thing is an ominous thing. For your safety and ours, I don't suggest you take it out again!"

Stike said to Sheld extremely seriously.

"understand……"

Sheld himself didn't expect this thing to be such a terrifying thing. If it weren't for Neveu's strange resistance to this thing, maybe he would have to try how the resurrection coin works.

God of death, is really worthy of the name.

Almi, she really dares to give it!

Sheld decided to treat this thing as a forbidden technique and not use it unless necessary.

Until now, he can still feel his body is weak and his legs are weak...Of course, this may also be related to his own weakness, maybe it will be much better to change to a strong person.

It's not like a song "Heaven and Hell Overture" is about to die suddenly before it hits halfway.

"Look! Those flying dragons seem to be retreating!"

Neveu pointed to the sky.

Everyone looked up to the sky, the remaining dragons hovered in the sky for a few weeks and then began to return to the distance. Before that, there were only scattered returns, and it was not obvious that they were completely integrated with the night, but the beginning of groups It was revealed after the retreat.

"If they really don't want to retreat and fight to the death, then we can only run away."

Sheld slumped on the ground, he will receive rewards later, and now he just wants to rest for a while.

He looked at his palm, which was still slightly whitish. According to Neveu's description of his "fading", when he was just knocked away, his whole body was about to turn into a gray plain model.

"Neff."

"what?"

Neveu turned around.

"Thank you."

"You want to promise yourself?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Sheld had just brewed a good mood, spitting and inhaling into the trachea, and was almost choked to death by Neveu.

"Isn't that right?" Neveu said with her arms akimbo, "In the story, the princess was saved by the prince, and it was a promise of body."

"It's not impossible..."

Of course, Sheld didn't say this sentence, he is not such a casual person, if he just said it out of taking advantage, or purely for beauty.

And if you really want to get married, that's not now.

But speaking of it, can another world open a harem?

Shelder was thinking about some peach incidents, and it was not his fault. After all, there were not many one-on-one encounters among those time travelers who came to the different world.

"What shall we do next?"

Sheld looked up in a daze, and saw that Sidi had been standing next to him at some point and squinting at him. She couldn't see any expression in her shining eyes, but Sheld could feel a trace of disgust and some inexplicable words in her. Unidentified emotions.

"Uh... leave?"

Shield glanced at the map panel, there seemed to be many red dots in the city, and a white dot was infinitely close behind him.

He turned his head, and saw a gray bearded dwarf with a cross scar on his face, his naked upper body climbed up the city wall from the ladder, his shiny forehead actually had a slight reflection in the moonlight.

"Mercenary? Adventurer?"

The dwarf clapped the battle ax in his hand: "Explain your identities, and the sound of the drum that disappeared before, maybe you can give me a reasonable explanation."

"who are you?"

Neveu stood sideways in front of Sheld, holding the hilt of the sword behind her with one hand.

"Black-haired elf?" The dwarf glanced at the side of Neveu's head, shook his beard, and even his strong chest muscles trembled: "Bachat Greybeard, this is my name. "

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The second volume is surging: Chapter 160 Chapter 58 Who will bear it

Another high battle (high combat effectiveness)!Still a shield job!

Shield had already learned the other party's information from his investigative skills, but to be honest, he really didn't see that the other party was a shield.

Sheld and Bachart are both shield-class but not very shield-class professionals, but they are two opposite extremes. Sheld is too non-aggressive, so that he doesn't even look like a professional, and Bachat Is too aggressive, like a berserker.

Look at this big rock-solid muscle mass, and then look at the big ax that is shining with cold light, the naked upper body looks like a scaled Kui Ye.

Sheld didn't know that the other party was wearing armor and carrying a dragon cannon when he went out.

However, while on the road, Bachat distributed these things to other dwarves, increasing the survival rate of other dwarves.

"We are the Qinggu Adventure Group, this is our identification."

Sheld took out his adventurer card and the badge of the adventure group, put it in his hand and showed it to Bachart.

Bachat glanced at it, but didn't take it to look at it. He just walked to the side on his own. There was the body of the flying dragon. He carefully looked at the broken spear on the body of the flying dragon. The rust on it made him frown slightly.

He wanted to try to pull out the broken spear, but as soon as his palm touched the broken spear, he felt a chill spread from his palm.

This is different from the so-called "cold". The dwarves are already freezing in the sky. What kind of cold has Batchard never seen?But this kind of coolness that penetrates the bottom of my heart...

"hiss--!"

Bachart let go.

This is the feeling of death. If you must give a description, holding the broken spear is like reaching the border of the dead world.

"Those aren't enough."

"what?"

"I need more proof." Bachat looked at Sheld, his sharp eyes made Sheld's heart tremble: "It's just that you are an adventurer, and I can't convince me that you are not the instigator of this riot."

"I just encountered the betrayal of my compatriots, can you understand what I mean?"

"clear."

Sheld remembered what he had seen before. There were also a large number of red dots on the map in the city. It was not difficult to guess that something was wrong among the dwarves.

But that being said, the wise city lord did not really have a preset hostile position. Sheld learned from the map panel that the opponent still represented neutral white, which made Sheld feel a little fond.

You must know that being able to keep a calm head in such a situation and maintain an objective attitude after encountering betrayal and chaos is very rare.