Saint Samurai was a very powerful profession, so powerful that the game development team called it a bug.
Its core profession's unique specialty was Body of Light.
The use of any melee weapon was regarded as a "weightless" weapon, which meant that even if one held a greatsword, it could be wielded as easily as a dagger. To use the simplest and simplest measurement, the heavier the weapon and the faster it was swung, the higher the impact.
A greatsword that weighed ten kilograms could be swung at the same attack speed as a dagger.
A dagger, on the other hand, was generally about one kilogram, which was one-tenth of the base weight of a greatsword.
So, even if a Saint Samurai focused on Charm, his melee basic damage ability wasn't much worse than any Warrior of the same level.
But the average Saint Samurai wouldn't deliberately learn melee specialties, so their melee ability could only catch up with Warriors, not surpass them.
Body of Light had another effect: any armor worn was regarded as a "weightless" armor, and the power of light would strengthen and continuously strengthen the armor, transforming it. Slowly and permanently increasing its defensive resistance and magic resistance. The highest effect was character level x3.
So, under normal circumstances, Saint Samurai wouldn't change their armor, because after wearing it for three to five years, their armor would become a holy armor with considerable defensive power, not much worse than the armor of the Hero class.
The secondary profession specialty of Saint Samurai was Wings of Light.
After the character reached level five, they could automatically learn Wings of Light, which allowed them to use light divinity to condense a pair of golden wings of light on their back, giving the caster the effect of Elementary Haste and the ability to float.
From this level onward, the Saint Samurai's "appearance" was further improved.
After reaching LV10, the Wings of Light would become two pairs, and the caster would obtain the ability 'Intermediate Haste'. Not only would their ground movement speed be greatly increased, but their own attack speed would also be increased to a certain extent. Moreover, they would be able to perform short-distance flight. The longest flight distance was 2 kilometers based on character level, the fastest flight speed was 1.5 meters per second based on character level, the highest flight height was 2 meters per second based on character level, and the maximum number of flights accumulated was' Level/4 ', which would naturally accumulate one flight every 8 hours.
After level fifteen, it was said that Saint Samurai could get three pairs of light wings, but in the history of the Temple of Light, no Legendary Saint Samurai had ever been born, so no one knew what kind of abilities Saint Samurai after level fifteen would have.
Paladins were very, very powerful, but their limitations were also obvious.
First of all, their power came from the Goddess of Light, and their code of conduct must be good, or at least neutral good.
Once their thoughts and actions deviated from the good alignment, they would degenerate into a Black Knight, or also known as a Black Warrior.
The Black Knight would lose the blessing of the Goddess and the power of light.
At the same time, he would receive the power bestowed by certain Demon Gods in the Demon World. From then on, his power and personality would change.
According to the records of the Temple of Light, the higher the level of the Saint Samurai, the easier it was to be tempted by the demon god.
Or to put it another way, most demons were quite interested in luring the Saint Samurai to fall.
Powerful professions were bound to have considerable restrictions.
For example, if Schuck dared to abandon his teammates just now, there would be a spontaneous alignment test under normal circumstances. Even if he wasn't directly expelled as a Saint Samurai, his God's Favor and strength would still drop.
This was the real weakness of the clergy. Once they lost their god's favor, they were nothing.
So, the Druid said that he was scared of Schuck and the dragon knights and the forces behind them.
But in reality, he was forcing Schuck to a dead end, and if he trusted him, Schuck would most likely suffer a great loss.
Hearing that the black panther was interested in the mole, Schuck smiled, cast another healing spell on Margret, and then said, "Again, if I tell you who the mole is, it will be a betrayal. You're clearly just an elf, but every word is a trap."
The black panther sneered. "But it's better than you dying right now. Maybe we can make a compromise. You let that dragon tell me who betrayed us! That way, it won't be a betrayal. "
This was indeed a solution. Although it would also shift his alignment, it wouldn't be much. After all, the words didn't come from his mouth.
It was a rather clever way.
But it couldn't be done too often, or there would still be a shift in alignment.
And now, all Schuck had to do was stall for time. He said lightly, "Can you give me some time to think about it?"
"Sure." The black panther nodded like a human. After turning into a black panther, its eyes turned lavender and looked charming. "But the other two humans must die. After all, we only promised that you and the red dragon could survive. "
Roland gave Schuck a look to keep stalling, and then he shouted at Dorfer, the hunter, "Run."
Dorfer immediately understood and ran in the direction of the resurrection point.
The black panther gestured, and several elves immediately chased after him.
As they ran, arrows that could only turn were shot at them.
Because this space was all locked by the Dimensional Anchor, Roland couldn't use Teleportation and could only run on his feet.
Fortunately, he summoned three shield-wielding puppets to cover his back, and no arrows hit him after running dozens of meters.
It was just that how could a Mage outrun an elf without Teleportation … In less than a minute, Roland was caught up, and an arrow shot him directly in the right back, the tip of the arrow penetrating the right side of his chest.
A spray of blood erupted like a fountain, and Roland ran a few more steps according to inertia, then fell to the ground.
Because the pain was reduced, it didn't hurt much, but he felt weak all over.
A few elves caught up and shot arrows at his head.
This time, Roland really "died."
He released his soul and was reborn in a simple temple.
Jumping up from the cold stone altar, Roland took out simple clothes from his Backpack and put them on.
Now that the players had learned their lesson, they would all put clothes in their Backpacks, so that it would be hard to find clothes to wear when they were naked after their rebirth.
This was the second time he had died since he entered the game. He had to admit that the epic-level dungeon was really difficult.
Not to mention the dragon that could turn into a Druid, the eleven elves alone were all extremely strong.
In other words, they traded eight lives for the death of the other party's three elves.
It didn't matter, as long as they could trade lives … They could resurrect infinitely anyway, but the loss in experience might be a bit big.
He subconsciously looked at his character's experience bar and suddenly felt a heartache.
His experience bar had already reached about 65%, but when he died, it dropped directly to about 7%. If he died again, he would definitely lose a level.
No, he had to retrieve the "corpse" to get back the lost, 50% of the experience.
After changing his clothes, Roland immediately ran toward the battlefield.
After running for more than two minutes, Roland finally saw his companions who were fighting the elves of Nature's Wrath.
Lynk fell to the ground again, with six arrows in his body. Dorfer also fell, and Betta was entangled with an elf. Hawk was chasing an elf like a gorilla chasing Mount Tai.
The male elf was indeed like Mount Tai, moving from tree to tree, going up and down.
Hawk, on the other hand, waved his greatsword and chased him on the ground, and one strike after another, like a spinning windmill, he knocked down all the trees in his way.
The scene gave Roland the illusion that a heavy tank was opening the way.
However, this elf seemed to be in danger, but in fact, he was not threatened at all. He could still fight back while jumping, shooting an arrow at Hawk from time to time.
Roland immediately used Body Fortification on Hawk, the extremely effective kind.
He saw that Hawk sped up a bit, his body seemed to be a size bigger, and white gas was spewing from his mouth. At this time, his body had at least six arrows, but none of them hit the vital parts, and they were all stuck in the sturdy, huge pile of muscles.
"Jump on trees for the rest of your life if you can, elf monkey."
Hawk ignored the arrows on his body and ran after the elf.
After following for a while, Roland slowed down. He found that something was wrong.
Just now, he saw Dorfer who had died, Link who had died again, and Hawk who had gone mad.
But the question was … Where were Betta and the Priest? And the Warlock?
Roland subconsciously summoned the magic shield-wielding doll.
Because he had just been resurrected, he was still in a half-weak state, and all his attributes had dropped.
Looking around and not finding any other clues, he slowly retreated, trying to return to the simple resurrection point.
After all, the spells he had learned now were not comprehensive. If he knew other buffs such as Magic Shield, Agility Acceleration, and Attack Acceleration, he would definitely cast them all and fight the opponent head-on.
But now was still the growth period of the Mage class, and he was not in a good state, so he planned to retreat first and rendezvous with Lynk, who was preparing to resurrect, and Dorfer.
When the three of them were together, they could always look out for each other.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard the sound of three bowstrings.
His expression changed, and the three magic puppets immediately formed a triangular formation to protect him. Although two of the arrows were blocked, the three magic puppets immediately formed a triangle to protect him.
Although two of the arrows were blocked, the third arrow actually hung down from halfway in a parabola and pierced Roland's shoulder.
If Roland hadn't reacted quickly and leaned to the side, the arrow would have pierced his head directly.
The elves' archery ability was evident from this.
He ruthlessly pulled the arrow off his shoulder, taking away a piece of flesh.
Then he looked around and didn't find any enemies. The surroundings were too dim.
He snapped his fingers, and the three balls of light were shot out by three arrows as soon as they rose into the air.
But Roland also determined the enemy's approximate location from the direction from which the three arrows came from and instantly shot a self-exploding Inferior Fireball over.
With a whoosh, the fist-sized fireball flew at a great speed to the location Roland determined and detonated.
Although it was only a Inferior Fireball, it was still quite powerful, causing an explosion that was no less powerful than a grenade.
There was a loud noise, a large handful of fallen leaves, and several broken branches … There was no sign that the enemy had been hit.
Roland slowly exhaled and let the three magic puppets protect him as he slowly retreated.
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