27.Lord of White Oak! ginseng！
27.Lord of White Oak! Come on! (Page 2/2)
“May Avalon bless you, the mission of the faithful is not over yet.”
The knight chanted the name of the god in a low voice, took out the green seeds from his pocket and stuffed them into the mouths of the two veterans..
As his fingers emitting emerald green light struck their hearts hard, the seeds representing life merged with their hearts, and began to beat weakly in this strange state..
In this case, it’s only a matter of five or five to be able to save it. However, tonight, I really favor the Warriors..
Natalie was quickly awakened by the movement around her.
She could feel the warm water flowing into her mouth. The strange taste was probably due to the addition of herbs, which relieved her extremely tired spirit. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw a familiar face..
It was covered with wrinkles and seemed to have a sad face. The gray hair extended from under the hood. There were still scars on the left eye and the bridge of the nose, and there was a trace of worry in those old eyes..
“Father...fight...chapter leader...”
The huntress grabbed the old knight's hand with excitement. She coughed and said with difficulty.：
“We...couldn't finish...”
“Rest, kids, you've done a great job.”
The old knight known as the "Chapter Master" comforted him.：
“Your Falcon Swift Shadow brought the news back to the headquarters, and it was also the one that led me here. You have sent nearly one-sixth of the Blood Vulture Clan's hunters into a trap. This is already a quite remarkable achievement..
I am coming.
I'll take care of the rest.”
“To avenge...for the warriors...! please...”
Natalie finally let go.
Her tired spirit could no longer hold up, and she fell asleep with her head tilted..
Then a petite but fierce and intelligent gray falcon flew down anxiously, landed next to Natalie and jumped around, screaming towards the old knight..
“She's okay, Xunying.”
The old knight stood up, pulled down his hood to cover his face and said to the falcon：
“Take care of them and I'll take care of the rest of the trouble.”
He whistled and let the tall red war horse charge into the camp. Without slowing down, he grabbed the horse's reins and turned over. He stepped through the burning camp and rushed towards the narrow path of the filthy swamp..
The fire burned behind him, lengthening the figure of the old knight..
As he got closer to the battlefield of vampires, the sword behind him with a handle and decoration made of sacred white oak also began to buzz strangely..
“Well, you also feel the evil spirits ahead, that's great.”
The White Oak Chapter Master felt the enthusiasm rising in the weapon, and he said hoarsely：
“You haven't been so active for a while since the fall of the old religion. Are you still remembering the shame that the Blood Vulture left you? Just right！
I'm very angry now！
Sacrifice the eternal silence of vampires and a woodland revenge, please help me, Holy Blade..”
The hum of the oak sword wrapped in worn sword cloth turned into the strange howl of the forest wind, causing the surrounding trees to tremble and make way for the knight who was riding forward..
The vines receded, the branches raised, and the branches tilted, seeming to be in response to the charge of the old knight getting closer and closer to the battlefield, and the harsh sword sound seemed to be a response, but also seemed to be shouting and urging..
Finally, he saw the midnight hunters retreating in the dark night..
Those disgusting scarlet ghosts are retreating in the dazzling night sun. They are protected by the night and think they can still escape..
So...naive！
“withdrawal！”
Miss Femis smashed the dark psychic lightning in her hand at the only three gun-wielding soldiers left in front..
The hunters under her command suffered heavy losses due to the obstruction of those damn psionicists. Although they also killed four times their number of human soldiers and witch hunters, they realized that the transport team's truck had already After leaving, the eldest lady knew that there was no point in staying here and continuing to fight..
It's not impossible to kill the high-level psionicist in the Ring Tower..
but no point！
If they kill one here, the Ring Tower will send three more. As the base camp of psionic users in the human world, no one knows how many psionic masters are ready to go in the Ring Tower..
Human learning ability is terrifying.
The lives of these short-lived species are like miserable fireworks, but their growth rate makes every vampire, no, every extraordinary creature feel jealous..
The eldest lady has ordered a retreat.
The Midnight Hunters, who had injured more than ten hunters, retreated decisively. They had an absolute speed advantage, and the opponent's pursuit power was already dead..
They want to leave but no one can stop them.
But just when these vampires turned back, they saw that the Smuggler's Woodland, which had been peaceful just now, had instantly transformed into a "maze" full of malice.”.
The vines flew like snakes and surged up the tree crown, dragging the flying hunters into the forest, while the shadowy trees on the ground reflected disturbing lines..
they are trapped.
Then the blue-green fire suddenly rose up and turned into a falling sword in the darkness, splitting the Midnight Hunter in two who could not dodge..
In the wind as the red warhorse carried its knight, the chopped-off midnight hunter screamed and turned into ignited rotten wood, flickering and dancing with scarlet embers, and finally dissipated in the howling forest..
This scene made Miss Femis' blood-colored pupils shrink instantly..
That was an elite midnight hunter who was heading towards the silver level, and he could kill him with one blow so easily? Not even a chance to recover or escape？
Who is coming?？
And that weird sword！
What the hell is that?？
The old knight who came on horseback seemed to feel the surprise of the young lady suspended in the air. When he slashed and burned a midnight hunter with his sword again, he raised his head among the scattered embers..
There is no longer any worry or weakness in the old man's eyes, instead there is a sharp and cold life-threatening gaze..
“Finoch Lawson, the Old Saint, Lord of the Oak, and Captain of the White Knight, pays homage to the Blood Vulture! The death knell of eternal silence has sounded! Evil, repent.”
he shouted.
With a swipe of the oak holy blade burning with purifying fire, the vampire who was sneaking up from behind was cut down with one sword. Even more dazzling crimson embers exploded, allowing the eldest lady to turn around and flee without any hesitation or even any response..
She had heard the name before, when she was little.
Oak Knight Finoch, one of the three apostolic saints of the old religion...Golden Rank！
Damn it！
This human monster who is at least 200 years old should not be here at all.！
Mother of Night, have you abandoned us?？
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