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Anton's long sword drew a semicircle in the air, unloading Miria's greatsword, and a ray of sunlight shot down through the gap in the forest, just as the weapon reflected into her eyes - Anton slashed with a sword, Milia took a step back, and was tripped by a bulging tree root and lost her balance, the old holy warrior pushed hard, and the female holy warrior sat helplessly on the ground.

"Hehe......" Anton leaned slightly to pull Milia up from the ground, holding his sword.

"Mr. Anton, I am really impressed by your skills. Qiao Sen, who was watching the game on the side, said sincerely.

"Hehe, it's just that strength and speed aren't the only thing in battle. An old man like me can only rely on some small tricks to find opportunities......" Anton watched the light on Milia's body gradually dissipate, although it was still in a relaxed tone, but his words were stern: "I still recommend that you try to use the Holy Power as little as possible...... Little girl. Your holy power is very strong, stronger than anyone I've ever seen...... But you must know that the Holy Power is the sword that justice has given us, and it is we who wield it...... Don't wave it at will, justice sometimes has to come in a cruel way, but don't be fooled by this act of last resort, just as you don't be blinded by first impressions......"

"But ......," Miliah seemed a little unwilling, "God has given us the power to detect evil......

"Of course evil can be detected. Anton took his sword: "But the Lord of Splendor is also the god of the law, right?" I remember the saying: 'The law is like the sun, which shines on the good and on the bad.' 'We are not qualified to discipline others in our own right, but rather we are instruments of justice and justice, not the other way around-"

Before Anton could finish speaking, there seemed to be a commotion on the other side of the village.

An elf hurried over: "Paladins, we need your help!"

The entire elven village soon became an emergency hospital.

Milia withdrew her hand from the head of the eleventh elf's seriously wounded man, her face pale.

However, the elven wounded man was visibly much better—his rapid, weak breathing was beginning to subside, and the wound that had been bleeding from before had tended to heal.

"Don't force yourself too hard, Milia. Jossen walked over, his face also tired, obviously exhausted all his holy power to heal the wounded.

"But......" Miria sat there in frustration, watching the wounded who had been steadily carried away to be treated by the elven druids, and even if the druids in the village tried their best, many of them might not survive this night.

Milia watched the fairyland-like forest village fill the village with groans of pain and the smell of blood wafting away - all the good feelings she had had seen the Paladins in the morning had dissipated.

She hadn't seen Anton, and the old man was probably busy treating the wounded—probably with Uther Grand Druid.

"Old friend...... It's hard for you. Anton stood in the small square in the elven giant tree with his waist slightly bent and looked at the wounded all over the ground, showing his old age.

Most of the elves are damaged by plastic spells, and many of them will not be able to restore their beautiful original appearance even if they can restore their health.

Uther stood silently like a piece of wood carving, and only after a long time did he reply: "Thunder, rain, and dew are all gifts of nature...... Nothing to complain about. ”

Anton felt a chill in his body—he heard in the tone of the Grand Druid's voice an anger that was by no means natural.

After a busy day for most of the day, the elven village was quiet again.

Forty-seven stood alone at the ferry. Uther was too busy to see him, but asked Custer to spend the night in the soldier's cabin, where he knew nothing about battlefield first aid and medical care, and even showed signs of bleeding again from the bandages on his wounded as soon as he approached them.

Anton and Milia stood on the shore not far away and looked at Forty-Seven, Milia still had an uncomfortable look in his eyes, and Anton stroked his gray beard, noncommittal.

In Milia's eyes, the black back had an indescribable sense of harmony against the backdrop of the dense forest. How is this possible? The thought made Milia feel a little frightened, how could such a beautiful forest be matched with such a monster? As she thought, the scene in her eyes seemed to have undergone some mysterious change-the elegant and beautiful forest gradually became a little eerie, and every qiē was covered with a dim aura, and the glimmer of the remnant sun passed through the cracks of the ancient tree, casting a mottled and strange shadow around the creature, twisting and dancing with the breeze blowing the leaves, like a group of ghosts surrounding him for revelry.

The various scenes since the encounter with this evil half-purgatory creature emerged and mixed together, and suddenly the blood-stained bodies of the elves during the day were added, dyeing a qiē blood-red.

Milia stepped back in a daze, feeling dizzy for a moment, and she felt a little confused behind her back, not feeling the familiar hilt of the sword before remembering that she had no weapon with her.

Anton's hand pressed firmly on her shoulder, making Milia feel as if she was leaning against a towering tree.

"Don't be intimidated by your illusions. His voice was deep and powerful: "Don't think that you can only face your fears by strength...... It's not the infernal construct creature you're up against now—it's yourself. ”

Milia steadied herself.

Yes, she was terrified, terrified of the evil she was completely powerless to fight.

The first time I encountered this monster, I had the upper hand. It was with the power of the natural holy sword technique that hurt his flesh and blood, but in the next few battles or encounters, she was absolutely at a disadvantage, maybe it couldn't be seen on the surface, and Qiao Sen didn't notice it, but she knew that every time she prayed, every time she looked at her heart, and even every time she swung her sword, she would think of this evil being, it was a deep sense of powerlessness, a representative of ruining the existence of the zài was unscrupulous on the ground, and you couldn't do anything......

Many times she even wanted to fight to the death with the monster who claimed to be forty-seven, although it was she who would fall, but it was better than being looked down upon by him like a puppy barking at a lion! This feeling of irritability and powerlessness has reached its peak today after witnessing the tragic situation caused by the war between the Night Elves and Argus, and when he was resting from exhausting his holy power, he was once again facing that creature, and he had even begun to doubt his insistence on the faith, whether the justice in his heart really worked?

It is always our hands that fight with the sword!

Justice is not just the power of the sword. And even the smallest and most fragile creature is entitled to hold its head high in front of the dragon - and it is not strength that can really fight fear, but courage.

Milia closed her eyes, let out a long breath, and opened them.

She strode towards forty-seven.

She wanted to talk to him, and since both the brass dragon Abazig and the old paladin Anton affirmed that he was not a complete semi-purgatory-evil creature, then she should have the courage to accept the consequences of her misjudgment, and at least apologize for her previous recklessness, which was not only the virtue of a paladin, but also her own salvation beyond the obstacles of her heart.

Forty-seven suddenly turned his head, and his face turned one hundred and eighty degrees and completely twisted his back, startling Milia.

“ifyouarenotwithme，thenyouaremyenemy.”

The strange words that came out of Forty-Seven's hoarse metal throat made Milia forget what she wanted to say, it wasn't the lingua franca and the other languages she knew, and Milia's eyes widened, "What? clothes, oil ......?"

Forty-seven turned his body around. He had already noticed that there were two holy warriors behind him, an old man and a young man, but he was too lazy to take care of them, and he had been thinking about things on his own.

He looked at Milia and then at Anton over there.

"Don't understand?"

Milia nodded a little dumbfounded.

I knew you didn't understand.

Forty-seven pursed his lips and changed his language: "Then you must not know what 'a pear flower presses a begonia' means." ”

As he walked away from the docks, he hummed some kind of dynamic tune - the half-purgatory creature swaggered past him humming a little song from the countryside that he didn't know about!

Miriah was stunned for a moment, and all her previous thoughts turned to anger—though she didn't understand the seven strange syllables either, it was certainly not a good word.

"You filthy half-purgatory creature!"

She shouted at Forty-Seven's back, but only Anton's wry smile was in response.

Following.

The three wooden boats left the ferry and swung deeper into the forest.

Custer and five other heavily armed Night Elf warriors sat on a pointed wooden boat, tasked with clearing the way and guarding it, and Forty-Seven occupied a pointed wooden boat alone, becoming the only passenger on it except for the oarsman.

He was a little upset that Miliah and Anton were sitting on another ship with him, because they were going to the priest tribe - but Jossen stayed in the druid village to care for and help the wounded elves, and the healing was still much more effective than ordinary healing spells or potions