The morning sun slowly rose from the horizon, spreading its warm sunshine to the world. In a small village about forty miles away from the Holy Crown City, a man slowly turned his face and looked at the morning sun. His face and forehead were covered with wrinkles, which were different from those of ordinary people. They were deep and dense, as if they were carved by a knife. It could even be said that his face was filled with a kind of unbearable aging. But strangely, his eyes were so young, full of vigor and vitality.
Gazing at the morning sun, he suddenly smiled. His smile was also different from that of ordinary people. It was mixed with an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Then, he knelt down on the ground little by little, bowing to the splendid morning sun.
The surrounding farmers were whispering to each other. Yesterday, when they finished work, they saw this strange man standing under the tree. This morning, when they came out to farm, they saw this strange man again. It seemed that he had not moved for the whole night.
However, this strange man didn't seem to care about other people's gazes. After a while, he stood up little by little, gently shaking off the dust on his body. In fact, his clothes were so shabby that they were even worse than those of a beggar. But his movements were so gentle and elegant, as if he was wearing the most expensive clothes in the world.
At this moment, a carriage galloped from the distance. A woman with fiery red hair was whipping the horse in front of her with all her might. The horse pulling the carriage was also whipped hard. Although it was so tired that it was foaming at the mouth, it still galloped with all its might. The road was not smooth, and the red carriage was like a spring that kept bouncing. With the naked eye, one could clearly see that the angle between the wheels and the shaft was severely distorted. It made one worry that the carriage would completely fall apart in the next moment.
Behind the carriage, about a dozen people were chasing after it. Their clothes were very mixed. Some were wearing magic robes, some were wearing soft armor, and some were wearing tight clothes. They all seemed to be professionals.
Farmer raised their heads and temporarily stopped their farm work. The strange man was also watching them attentively.
There was a burst of magic waves, and one of the magicians chanted an incantation. Then, he pointed his magic staff forward, and a meteor wrapped in fire whistled down from the sky. In an instant, the two horses in front of the carriage were smashed into a bloody mess, and a large hole was created in the road. The two horses behind couldn't stop their momentum and rushed straight into the hole. One of the horses' brains burst out on the spot, and the other horse didn't fare much better. Its neck curled up like a snake, and it was obvious that its neck bone had been broken.
Then, the carriage also sank, but under the huge impact, the carriage suddenly flipped over. It slowly spun twice in the air and fell heavily on the ground. The red carriage was smashed into pieces, and two people rolled out of it. They rolled along the road for more than 20 meters before they could stabilize themselves.
One of them was a woman, and the other was a young man. Both of them had fallen miserably. The young man's head was already broken and bleeding, while the woman's injuries were unclear. However, she kept struggling but couldn't get up. It was obvious that she was also injured.
The red-haired woman was much luckier than her companion. She somersaulted a few times in the air and landed in the wheat field that had been plowed by the Farmer. Then, she got up quickly and pulled out the giant sword on her back. She screamed, "You guys go, I'll stop them! Go!! "
The young man struggled to run over and forcefully dragged the woman up from the ground. Then, he staggered forward, shouting as he ran, "Help! Save me! Bandits are robbing … "
The young man wanted to call for help, but his shouts had the opposite effect. The farmers immediately scattered and fled back to their own villages. For a normal person to interfere in a battle between Professionists was simply courting death. They were all people with families to feed, so no one wanted to joke around with their lives.
The people behind had already caught up. They jumped off their horses. The other party had lost the carriage and couldn't escape.
"Go!" The red-haired female swordsman roared as she pounced towards the enemy. What was interesting was that the leather armor she wore was also fiery red, making her look like a ball of fire. Her aura was astonishing, but her strength and aura did not match at all. The swordsman at the front pulled out his long sword and faced the incoming 'fire' with a backhand. With a clang, the huge sword in the red-haired female swordsman's hand flew diagonally into the air. Following that, the swordsman flew up and kicked the red-haired female swordsman's chest. The red-haired female swordsman let out a wail as her feet left the ground and her body flew back seven to eight meters before she fell to the ground in exhaustion.
The swordsman took a few steps forward, then suddenly turned back and asked, "This is useless, right?"
"It's useless," a magician said coldly.
"Damn, it's just that time is too tight. Look at this body, it's hot. What a pity." The swordsman shook his head and then raised his sword.
The red-haired swordswoman wanted to jump up and continue fighting, but her chest and abdomen were seriously injured. She was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe. Blood kept spurting out from her mouth and nostrils. Not to mention fighting, she couldn't even move her body.
The swordsman's sword had already slashed down. At this moment, he suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes. Then, he saw an old face full of wrinkles. He was shocked and wanted to take a few steps back, but found that his wrist was firmly held.
"God gave you a pair of strong arms, not to let you bully others, understand?" The old man said softly, "Now, repent your sins!"
The swordsman's face changed drastically. He struggled with all his might, but he felt that his wrist was surrounded by an iron band. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it. He almost couldn't believe his eyes. Such thin arms actually had so much strength! And the more he tried, the more intense the pain in his wrist became. In the end, he couldn't hold the sword anymore. The sword fell from his hand and fell to the red-haired swordswoman's body.
The old man kicked the hilt of the sword with the tip of his foot. The sword let out an ear-piercing shriek and shot toward the magician on the side.
The magician had just raised his magic staff when he suddenly saw a cold flash and a strong wind hit him in the face. He had never seen wind become so strong. It was as if he had been punched in the face. He couldn't help but stagger back seven or eight steps. When he could open his eyes, he found that the top of the magic staff in his hand had disappeared. He couldn't help but let out a sharp cry. For a magician, a suitable magic staff was equivalent to half their life. In the blink of an eye, half of their life was gone. He couldn't accept this result.
The rest of the people were all dumbfounded. Just a moment ago, they had all drawn their weapons and were ready to kill the meddlesome person. Now, everyone had turned into statues. They didn't even dare to move a finger. They knew the strength of their companion. A ninth-grade magician would be universally respected anywhere on the continent. In the end, in just a moment, his weapon was destroyed. What would they do if it were them? Of course, their companion was too careless. He didn't even release a magic shield. But, could a magic shield block the sword just now?
"Who are you, sir?" someone asked bravely.
"I'm just a traveler," the old man said softly.
"Sir, they were originally servants of our mercenary group. They colluded to steal our money. We are under the orders of our leader to capture these criminals. We hope that you won't interfere with us," the man said slowly.
"Bah …" The red-haired swordswoman spat to show her contempt. However, what she spat out was not saliva, but blood. She was Morrisons' childhood playmate, Sylvia. Her natural stubbornness was on full display at this moment. Even if there was no one to help her and she was about to die under the enemy's sword, she would not give in.
The two people behind her were naturally Qi Li and little Joseph. When they saw Sylvia being knocked down, they gave up on running away and rushed toward Sylvia.
"Lying is also a sin. It seems that you need to repent seriously." The old man's face became stern. Then, he bent down and waved his hand. A pure white curtain of light fell from the sky and enveloped Sylvia. At this time, Qi Li and little Joseph had already run back. Seeing this, they did not act rashly. After the white light disappeared, they stood on both sides of Sylvia and helped her up.
"You're a priest?" The swordsman was shocked. He took a few steps back and slowly moved his wrist. He felt that his wrist bones had been crushed. He could not exert any strength at all.
"I've said it before. I'm just a traveler."
Those people looked at each other. He didn't look like a priest. In their impression, priests were very particular about appearance. If they didn't give the impression of nobility and holiness, who would be willing to believe in them? The old man in front of them was dressed shabbily. He was worse than a beggar. It was impossible to say that he was a priest. However, this old man's strength was obvious to all. He could be described as unfathomable. At least, they couldn't figure him out.
"Sir, do you have to interfere with us?" The sorrowful Magician asked slowly, "Then shouldn't you at least tell us your name? This way, we can go back and answer to the leader. With your strength, do you dare not say it? "
"My name is Adolf," the old man said calmly.
"Adolf? I'll remember it! " The Magician said hatefully. Then, he glanced at Qi Li and the others like a hungry wolf. Then, he waved his hand. "Let's go back!"
The group of people turned around and walked back. They were about to succeed, but an old man appeared out of nowhere. They were very unhappy, but the situation was beyond their control. In the face of an undefeatable power, they could only retreat.
When the group of people jumped on their horses and prepared to retreat, the old man called Adolf suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
"What else do you want?" The Magician turned around and asked angrily.
"You haven't repented yet," Adolf said softly. Adolf said softly, "I can see that you are all very violent. You must have done a lot of wrong things in the past. Please believe me, God will only save you if you sincerely repent. Otherwise, you will fall into hell sooner or later."
"Repentance my ass!" The Magician was furious. He almost went bankrupt to buy a top-grade magic staff. It was destroyed in less than half a month. Now, he even had the mood to kill himself. How could he care about anything else?
"Are you blaspheming the gods?" Adolf's face immediately changed, and so did his temperament. Just a moment ago, his tone had always been slow and gentle, but now it was full of steel-like hardness. A piercingly cold and frightening aura was emitted from his body. The air was instantly filled with an invisible pressure, or in other words, it was a repelling force. Including the three of them, including those people who were more than twenty meters away, all of them took a few steps back.
"I …" The Magician's face changed. He never thought that the old man in front of him would have such a strong reaction.
Adolf waved his hand, and a white ball of light shot out. This was a spell that most priests could easily cast, the Bullet of Holy Light. However, Adolf's Bullet of Holy Light was extremely fast. As he waved his hand forward, the Bullet of Holy Light crossed the distance of more than 20 meters in an instant and hit the magician's face. Blood splattered. The Bullet of Holy Light penetrated the magician's skull and continued to fly forward. It flew for hundreds of meters before disappearing into the air.
The Magician was still sitting on his horse, as if the attack had no effect on him. However, there was a bowl-sized bloody hole in the center of his head. His eyebrows, eyes, nose, and half of his mouth were gone. His lower lip was intact. The Magician's companions could clearly see a row of white lower teeth. They could also see soft and bloody things falling from the top of the circle. Then, the Magician slowly fell backward. However, his feet were still in the stirrups. His body lay quietly on the horse's back. The horse under him didn't feel anything and was still snorting leisurely.
The Swordsman who injured Sylvia reacted quickly. He didn't try to escape, nor did he attack. Instead, he scrambled down from the horse's back and fell to his knees. His right hand was placed horizontally in front of his chest. His eyes were slightly closed, and his mouth was muttering something. No one knew what he was saying.
The others immediately came to their senses and scrambled to jump down from their horses. However, their postures were very chaotic. Some of them put their hands together, and some even kowtowed. Their mouths were opening and closing exaggeratedly. Perhaps they didn't know how to pray or repent, but they had to clearly show their mouths.
Adolf didn't attack again. He just stood aside and watched quietly.
For this group of people, a day felt like a year. Some of them pretended for a long time, and when they saw that Adolf didn't respond, they secretly opened their eyes. When they saw that Adolf was looking at them, they were so scared that they broke out in cold sweat. Reflexively, they closed their eyes tightly again, and their mouths opened and closed even more intensely.
Not to mention the accomplices of the blasphemer, even Qi Li and the other two were silent. They didn't dare to move. Sylvia's personality was even more carefree than Morrisons. However, at this moment, she was also frightened by Adolf's thunderous attack.
Sometimes, time would pass very slowly. The sun rose higher and higher, and the Farmer who had escaped also returned to the wheat field. They curiously looked over and pointed at the wheat field. The number of people on the continent gradually increased. The Orc army was shrinking towards the Beitman army. Some merchant groups with a keen sense of smell felt the signal of peace, and they boldly resumed their trade. Almost everyone who passed by would curiously stop to look at the scene. When they saw the corpse lying on the horse, they hurriedly left.
In the end, Sylvia couldn't take it anymore. Although the magic that the old man had cast on her was very effective and greatly reduced her pain, her body was still weak. She needed to sit down and rest. The three of them carefully whispered a few words to each other, and slowly moved to the wheat field and sat on the ridge.
If they had to kneel without moving for half an hour, they could grit their teeth and endure it. Any longer and it would be torture. Moreover, they didn't know when it would end, and they didn't have a specific target. Their endurance quickly crumbled. Finally, one of the magicians couldn't take it anymore and fell to the ground. Then, he bounced up as if he had been electrocuted and turned his head to look at Adolf. He suddenly realized that Adolf was looking at him with a smile. Perhaps it was because Adolf's smile was very kind, he gained the courage to stand up unsteadily.
"Have you repented?" Adolf asked softly.
The magician nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. He didn't dare to forget the lesson of the past no matter what.
"Don't be discouraged. God doesn't care about your past. He only cares about your future. You should start now, understand?"
The magician continued to nod his head frantically.
"Okay, you can go now."
The magician was wild with joy. He staggered to the side of his horse and wanted to climb up, but his knees were already numb from kneeling. He tried for a long time but still couldn't get up.
When the others heard this, they were also happy and stood up one by one.
"Have you repented?" The doctrine didn't allow people to be implicated. Everyone had to be responsible for their own actions, but they didn't have to be responsible for the actions of others, so Adolf didn't want to hurt them.
The group of people nodded their heads frantically. The scene was very comical.
"You can go now."
With a loud bang, the group of people scattered, using all their strength to rush towards their horses. However, their movements were very uncoordinated, like a group of zombies. This was not difficult to understand, as they had been kneeling for too long.
Sylvia didn't expect such an ending. She was very anxious and wanted to say something. Qi Li reacted quickly. She pulled Sylvia's arm and signaled Sylvia not to talk nonsense with her eyes.
Adolf slowly turned around and walked to Sylvia: "Are you better now?" His tone was still very soft.
"Yes, thank you." Sylvia said sincerely.
"You don't have to thank me." Adolf smiled: "It's God who is protecting you, and I'm just the most loyal servant of God."
"Thank the great God of Light …" Qi Li sighed piously. Then she hesitated: "Mr. Adolf, can I ask you for a favor?"
"What's the matter?"
"Can you send us to the Holy Crown City?"
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