You call this a shield?

"This, maybe it can dispel your thoughts."

Shield took out the Holy Flame and the Cross Sword Badge of the Church from the storage compartment.

Although the armed forces of the church are feared by all countries, everyone knows in their hearts that they have always been very neutral when it comes to dealing with all races except monsters, and there is no reason to overthrow a city of a certain race. It's not a good thing.

It can be said that the church is often more reliable than any allies. Allies may stab a knife in the back, but the church will not.

"People from the church? I see..."

Bachat nodded, and then asked: "So, who is responsible for repelling the flying dragon this time, you? Or someone else?"

Bachart's question made Sheld a little stunned, and then Sheld asked, "What's the difference?"

"I need to spread the word, are you going to be their target, or am I going to be this target. I won't give you the rewards you deserve for the latter."

"What do you think?"

Shield threw the question to Stike.

Perhaps it was because she was indeed a princess of the same family. Apart from the custom business, Si Dike was relatively safe in making decisions in other areas.

"Of course we are responsible."

"Because of the reward..."

"lb!"

Before Neveu finished speaking, Stike swung her staff to the back of her head, making a crisp sound.

"Of course, the reward is one aspect, but it's more because we need to explore these things." Sidi Ke stepped forward and slowly analyzed: "Do you still remember the airship crash before? A large number of dreamy sea moons appeared in the Where it shouldn't be."

"The puppeteer who planted strange seeds, the information revealed by the Sword of the Demon Hunter."

"From the encounter with the Crow's Mouth Masked Assassin during this period, and the appearance of monsters inside the Crashstone Mountains, and that strange gray-black-skinned race, a series of events have followed, and this incident may also be inseparable from them. related."

"As for the organization called 'Crow', we have already confronted them, but we can't find them, so we can only let them come to us more actively."

"If their goal is related to the confusion of monsters and various races, then we must find trouble with them."

"Is it right?"

Stike looked at Sheld.

"right……"

Stike's thinking is more active and connected than Sheld imagined.

He looked at Bachart, and lightly hammered his left chest: "We were the ones who did this, so just press it on us."

"yes……"

Bachart took a deep look at Sheld.

There is indeed no one else here, and the other party said that it was all that he had done long ago, and there is no problem.

but……

This power of death has nothing to do with the church, and it has never been heard that people in the church have this ability, and the other party is an independent adventure group.

Molten City was still in chaos, and he wanted to avoid more trouble, but that didn't mean he simply believed what Sheld said.

Afterwards, perhaps he will keep an eye on these people and report to the Dwarf King.

but not now.

Looking at the flames of Molten Fire City under the city wall, Bachat took a deep breath: "Maybe I still need your help, it's time to tidy up here."

"Do you have any money?"

"According to the usual employment payment."

Bachat shook his axe: "Although there is no notarization from the Adventurer's Guild, the dwarves always keep their word."

"I don't need you to be quick to kill those yelling about the true gods who have become lunatics, but if you kill someone by mistake, even if you have a certain strength, have a church background, and in the name of the gray beard family , I will definitely put you on the dwarves' hunting list."

After saying that, Bachat took a stride and jumped directly from the city wall.

A few people walked to the edge of the city wall and looked at Bachart who disappeared into the night, feeling a little dazed for a while.

"Head, are we coming to live again now?"

Neveu asked, scratching her head, the back of her head still hurting a bit.

I can't help but complain about Sidi Ke's eccentricity in my heart. When I hit the head of the group, I immediately cured her with the soul stone, but if I hit her on the head, she won't be cured.

Isn't this bullying people!

"Come to live."

It's simple, just look at the map panel to eliminate the target point by point.

Sheld told the three women behind him: "Follow me, you will do whoever I say, don't act rashly."

"Yes!"

"Dart, I'll jump off on my back, I'm too lazy to climb the ladder myself."

……

The three men in black robes marched under the cover of night.

They came to a mountain path, where there were some traces - blood, runes, and broken staffs.

The grinning gloomy bird's head on the tip of the staff made it easy for the three men in black to recognize the owner of the staff.

"Master Priest, he...is gone?"

One of the shorter men in black robes muttered in a low voice, his tone was full of confusion and a hint of fear.

He didn't dare to directly say that the other party was dead, because the other party was a priest.

Different from them, the other party is a person who is close to the true god and has received the grace of the true god. Such an existence is like a mountain in their eyes, and now the mountain suddenly collapsed.

"How come...he is a priest! He is a servant of the true god!"

Another man in black retorted loudly. Her voice was harsh, like a witch whose voice was broken.

"But how does that explain it?"

The short man wanted to reach out to pick up the broken long staff, but was stopped by the tall man in black robe who had been silent all this time: "We retreat, we can't stay here any longer."

"what?"

The short man was a little dazed.

"Don't you understand yet?"

The man in black who stopped the short man pointed to the runes on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Look at these, what kind of state did the priest 'disappear' in?"

"This is……"

I didn't look carefully before, but after being reminded at this time, the female black-robed man and the short black-robed man took a closer look at the runes on the ground, and were suddenly taken aback. Although some parts of these runes had been re-covered, but for them It is not difficult to recognize.

"This is... a blood sacrifice?! My lord priest... disappeared under the gaze of the true god?"

"Shh-!"

The tall man in black robe pressed the shoulder of the short man in black robe: "The real god is not something you and I can guess, but one thing is certain, it must be the method of those dirty false gods!"

"We have to report this matter back to the headquarters for other priests to decide."

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Volume 161 Rising Storms: Chapter 59 Chapter [-] Card Drawing and Lying

Most of the bewitched or controlled dwarves are mostly non-professionals.

Therefore, Shield and his party didn't need to use much force to subdue some of the dwarves easily.

Yes, uniforms.

Although Bachat said that he could kill them, Sheld did not kill them hard. He did not take the right to choose whether to slaughter all the dwarves who were not sober, but chose to let Bachat make the decision.

Of course, if it was something that was difficult to subdue, such as a professional, Sheld would choose to protect himself and other innocent dwarves around him, and kill them on the spot.

just do you best.

"If I'm going to be in most of the online articles, it is estimated that I will be sprayed as Maria."

Shield put the last red dot around, that is, the dwarf who shouted "The True God Comes" in front of him, and put the skull of the stone giant on the wall, and when others found the rope, he couldn't help expressing such emotion.

He thought he was a little smart.

It is undeniable that many unconscious dwarves have slaughtered many innocent dwarves, and the killers will always be killed, but Sheld thinks that it is still most appropriate for the dwarves to judge by themselves.This is Bachart's countryman, and it's a dwarf thing.

Even after subduing these dwarves, if those guarding dwarves intend to vent their anger or do something, he doesn't plan to care.Like not long ago, an angry dwarf father slashed off the head of his maddened neighbor just as Sheard said "at your disposal" and turned around.

Who is to blame?The wrong one is "crow".

As for his idea of ​​lawful neutrality?It's still chaotic neutral... Shield is not familiar with DND's set.

The reason for making this choice, apart from Sheld's own inner code of conduct and some concepts of the previous life, is more out of some proper considerations. After all, who knows ten years later, or even a few years later, if Sheld If this choice kills the killer indiscriminately, will he be portrayed as a dwarf butcher for some reason?

Think about it, Bachat's decision now, if the dwarf king decides to keep the famous city lord among the dwarves, this high combat power, so that he has no stain, who will the conflict be transferred to in the end?

This is very possible, and if there are some dwarves who have not had time to make mistakes, and have been successfully brainwashed back... maybe some people will inevitably have a kind heart attack—ah, if they didn’t kill the killer at the beginning , my good friend may still have a chance to be rescued, I don't really want to kill him, even if he wanted to kill me in the first place.

Don't doubt that there are such people.

Then, people go to the people who do it, the decision makers.

It's hard to guarantee that the top management of the dwarves will not throw their blame out and let the hatred and contradictions spread out. Think about it, they are a small adventure group, and they are still foreigners. Isn't this the best natural target for dumping the blame!

As ugly as this is, it's really part of being human.

So, roughly speaking——

High emotional intelligence: I don't want to be a butcher, I want to maintain awe of life, not an executioner.

Low EQ: I don't want to be the one who might take the blame.

"That's about it."

Sheld stretched his arms and sat down in a random place where no one was around. The red dots were basically cleared up, and he couldn't handle any more. Let Bachat and the dwarf handle it by themselves.

"It's time to look at the mission rewards."

Random equipment, time to test your luck!

Leaving Stike, Neveu and the others to guard the surroundings, Sheld squatted in a corner and rubbed his hands excitedly. After greeting the gods in his heart, he chose to receive the reward.

In the same form as last time, with a slight tearing sound, a dark gap opened in front of Sheld.

There was only a "crack" sound, as if an electric current passed through some combustible objects, followed by a "clang" sound, and a pure black long sword fell out.

It was so black that it looked like a stick, and the blade couldn't be seen. If it wasn't for the standard shape of the cross sword, Shield would almost have thought it was a black stick with a ruby ​​at the end to prove that it was not ordinary.

sword?Who is this thing for?for myself?Or Dart?

Sheld didn't think much about a long sword. He always thought about armor and the like. Before he reached out to pick it up, the investigation gave it to him first.

"Almi's staff, is it handsome? Just ask if you are handsome! Use it to release elemental magic skills, which can enhance the power!"

The outstretched hand froze in place.

handsome?

Staff?Is this what normal people do?Is the staff supposed to look like this?

Sheld picked up the "staff" with a complicated expression, then took out a small table from the storage compartment, and chopped it down with a "staff".

Looking at the small table that was easily cut in half, Sheld was stunned.

Now he began to suspect that Almi himself was some kind of sword god, and he got tired of playing with swords and insisted that the whole sword was just a staff for playing tricks.After all, the old dining table and everything were sent over.

It's reasonable to throw "old toys" over, right?

"The question is, is there even one of us who uses elemental skills?"

Sheld held the sword...ah no, the staff, lost in thought.

"Captain, someone is looking for you."

Neveu swayed over, glanced at the extra black long sword in Sheld's hand, didn't ask much, just said what she wanted to say.

After all, she can't use other weapons and can only use her own sword, so she doesn't even glance at other weapons. This has become a habit.