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"Stop, filthy creature!" with a shout of rage, a force diametrically opposed to the aura of forty-seven quickly approached, it was an aura of sacredness and courage, the mercenaries buried in fear did their best to get closer to the comer, bathed in the invisible light, their condition was obviously better, and they seemed to have received great confidence and encouragement, so that they maintained a calm and noble posture in the face of fear.

"Get out of the way! It's a semi-infernal creature!"

Jossen wielded his sword with all his strength, converging the faith and persistence of a paladin into his own slash, vowing to inflict maximum damage on the evil creature in front of him - although he was not sure of the race, he could be sure that the enemy in front of him definitely had purgatory blood in him!

The forty-seven turning giant sword easily blocked this blow, and the other party could not be compared to the devil's attack in terms of strength alone, which could be said to be insignificant, but a certain brilliant and surging energy was transmitted to him without hindrance, making the flesh and blood part of the forty-seven fused by countless purgatory creatures feel a tearing pain, as if those flesh and blood still had the souls of devils and demons, and they were resurrected, awakened, and howled because of this blow, and because of this energy they were angry, painful, and crazy to vent their eternal hatred。

The pain was unprecedented—Forty-Seven had never felt it in any previous life. He took a step back, then turned into a lunge, what had been a playful mindset suddenly turned into a huge rage that almost overwhelmed him, and a layer of blazing flames suddenly ignited on the greatsword, slashing head-on at the warrior in front of him.

Qiao Sen raised his shield to greet him, accompanied by a deafening loud noise, he felt as if he was hit on the shield by a mammoth beast, and the huge impact knocked him to the ground, the sand was flying, half of his body was paralyzed, and his arm bones were almost broken-

Forty-seven raised his greatsword again, about to cut it down.

A blinding white light struck from the side, and with some kind of magical power enveloped Forty-Seven, pushing him away and dulling his movements. Forty-seven had a moment when his vision became white because of this white light, and he couldn't see anything, he could only instinctively feel that the other party was slashing at his waist, he bowed violently, jumped back, and the blade of the sword broke through the canvas and slashed at Forty-Seven's waist.

This slash was not deep, but Forty-Seven felt that his waist was almost broken-he had no doubt that if he did it, he would split him in two, and there was a clear sound above his head, and the second attack of the other party followed, and the divine coercion made Forty-Seven's whole body tense, and this sudden dilemma had never even been encountered in a bloody battle!

He swung his sword and struck. Because it was in a half-bent state, the greatsword rested diagonally on the sand, and as the flaming blade swung up, the terrible wind pressure and heat rolled up the sand and gravel looked like a terrible sand beast rising with the sword, rushing straight up.

"Miria!" Jossen exclaimed, watching the slender figure be engulfed in flying dust, but then the saloon exploded with a loud noise, and she flew out as if she had been spit out again, and a light somersault landed next to Jossen, but the hands holding the sword trembled slightly, and the white brilliance on the big sword was much weaker, no longer as bright as the scorching sun before.

The cloak had been spread out, and Forty-Seven was clutching his waist, and a dark red liquid like oil and grease oozed from between his fingers, dripping on the sand, and then solidifying.

"Blood or oil?" Forty-Seven raised his hand and vaguely surveyed the liquid on his hand, which condensed into small flowing beads on his hand like melted tin, reflecting his equally crimson eyes.

Jossen struggled to stand up straight and stay in front of Miria.

"Lord of eternal splendor...... Please grant me the courage and brilliance to repel evil......" Jossen prayed in a low voice, the holy light of courage on his body seemed to be a little stronger, and it had already emitted a faint visible brilliance, which flowed around his body, healing the concussions and vertigo caused by the heavy blow, and Milia also raised his two-handed sword again, and the light on the sword body was blazing again, like a beam of white lightning.

Forty-seven looked at the two of them, the aura on the body of this man and a woman made him very annoying, he couldn't say why he hated it, but he just hated it.

My back hurts. Forty-seven stroked the greatsword, which was already full of cracks, but was still connected by the flames that attached to it, and the blood on his hands grazed the blade, making the fire on the sword dance more wildly as if it had been poured with fuel.

"Be careful...... This guy is far stronger than I thought!" Qiao Sen looked at the pair of red flames hidden under the cloak, and his whole body was disgusted by the other's presence and gaze.

Forty-Seven's vision had fully recovered, and he stepped forward with his greatsword like a Ballow Flame Demon, ready to chop the two radiant dog men and women in front of him into pieces, causing their flesh to emit a burnt aroma.

A sudden voice broke the simmering standoff.

"I know where Argus is!"

Forty-seven turned his head sharply to look at where the voice came from, staring at the fat man who was bloated and protected in the middle by heavily armed mercenaries.

"Sue me!"

Jossen looked at Frey, who was dancing in front of that terrible half-purgatory traveler, quite incredible, and Milia was disgusted, in her opinion, even getting close to that guy would be blasphemous to goodness, let alone now, the two of them actually developed to study together with a sheepskin map!

"You see, we should be here now, to the southwest, half a month from the Cold Wasteland, and this is still in the case of Shun Lì, and then through the trade route between the Cold Wasteland and the sleeping forest known as the 'Sea of Trees,' and then turn south to reach Argus......"

The cold sweat that had broken out a moment earlier from approaching forty-seven was now a shiny shine on his forehead, and Frey used his stubby fingers to make comparisons on the rudimentary map, as if forty-seven were just an ordinary way-seeker.

"What if ......" Forty-Seven's fingers crossed the map like a soldering iron, "what if I walked in a straight line?"

"That will not work, my lord, for the noisy desert and the south are blocked by the supreme mountains...... I haven't heard of anyone who can cross the Supreme Mountains alone!And even if they dodge the Supreme Mountains, the route would have to pass through the Sleeping Forest right in the middle, and believe me, it would be no easier than a journey through the Tumultuous Desert, and those abominable Night Elves would shoot cold arrows at everyone who stepped into the forest, and the conflict between them and Argus had been going on for more than a century, and in the last few years there were signs of a total expansion, and it would be foolish to even approach the Sleeping Forest at such a time...... Oh, I don't mean to be offended, you see, I also had to trek for a little bit of petty profit, didn't I?"

Night Elves?war with Argus?That's interesting news.

Forty-Seven Gang Frey rolled up the map: "Good...... Thanks for the explanation. Then the misunderstanding between us is over?"

"Haha...... It's over!It's over!" Frey smiled heartily and tucked the map under his armpit: "It's all my fault, how can someone like you be of any interest in a small caravan like me......?

"Including those two guys?" Forty-Seven glanced at the two paladins who were still in battle, this action almost caused them to attack, but the rest of the mercenaries were already a little slack, except for the guards around, they had already lowered their bows and arrows, and stood there more relaxed and waited, because according to their experience, as long as Mr. Frey and a person talked, after ten minutes they would have a common language, and after an hour they would be familiar with each other as if they had been friends for many years......

"Oh-" Frey's half-upturned fat face was full of smiles, and he lowered his voice, "You know, those paladins are not pleasing to almost anyone except their companions...... I don't have much contact with them, I'm just dropping by... By the way, hey, Mann, get that long package from my tent! Hurry up!"

The young man who ran over with a long package like a log seemed to be untrained in combat, but he was agile and neat, and although he was a little afraid when facing Forty-Seven, he was holding the obviously heavy package, and his movements were not deformed or wrong, he handed the package to Freys, and his arms sank, and he muttered: "I can't imagine how to fight with this kind of thing-"

Very comfortable compliment