I have a cave of evil

This is a small, but very delicate cave. There are three small caves inside and outside, with stone tables, chairs, beds and benches.In the cave in the middle, three men and a woman surrounded the bonfire in the fire pond, doing their own thing.

"Ugh!"

The thin man was sitting by the firepit, he was so bored that he used a wooden stick to pull the logs in the firepit, his eyes were dull, and he kept moaning.

The woman looked at an extremely heavy book by the light of the fire, annoyed by the thin and small man, and said angrily: "Shameful thief, can you shut your mouth, you are disturbing my reading."

The thin man glanced at the woman, pouted his lips, and said with a face full of indifference: "Your holy master can't take care of the wild foreign land, so don't pretend to show him here, the Pope of the Holy Court won't give you a reward .”

"Presumptuous! How dare you blaspheme my lord like this!"

The woman stood up suddenly, and smashed the heavy book in her hand at the thin man like a meteor hammer, and the strong wind almost blew out the bonfire.The thin and small man was smiling, twisted around, easily dodged the woman's attack, his figure flashed in the shadows, and he had already come to the woman, with one hand and five fingers spread out, aiming at the woman's chest to grab.

The woman glared, yelled violently, raised her knee and slammed into the thin man's lower abdomen.

Unexpectedly, the thin and small man lightly pressed his right palm on the woman's raised knee, his body was as light as a feather, and he flew behind the woman with his left hand around her waist.

There was a clatter of chains.

The thick book arced across the air, hitting the thin man directly.

The thin man snorted and had to withdraw his outstretched hand. He did a backflip to avoid the attack of the thick book, and at the same time distanced himself from the woman.

"Enough! Stop!"

In the corner, an old man with white beard and hair and wearing a loose robe shouted coldly, and pointed with one hand, a cyan air ball hit the chasing thick book and sent it flying, which ended the battle.

"Oh, it's really scary! No wonder the nun has a bad temper when she gets old, and no man wants it for free. It's so pitiful!" the thin man cried out with an exaggerated expression, clutching his heart.

The woman took back the thick book and said sneeringly: "Rats in the gutter, rotten rotten people, after you die, you will fall into hell. Immortal insects bite your heart, and immortal flames burn your heart." body, cruel demons are tearing your soul apart, and you will never be redeemed!"

"It's really scary~ How can the people of the Holy See speak such vicious curses? Is this how your Holy Spirit taught you? Sure enough, I was right not to believe in the Holy Spirit. The difference is that I am rotten from the beginning to the end. It's rotten." The thin man hid in the shadows, couldn't see his face clearly, and sneered.

"you wanna die!"

There was a soft white light on the woman. The old man snorted coldly, glanced at the strong man who was exercising in the corner, and said, "Frolov, take care of your subordinates, she is too noisy."

"It was Volker who provoked first, and Kaslana was just out of anger and insulted the Holy Spirit, so she deserved to be hit." The strong man stopped waving the giant sword, panting slightly: "But this place is an evil that the Holy Spirit has not favored. Kaslana, don’t keep some filthy words in mind, help Bishop Ogos establish the belief in the Holy Spirit here, and sweeping away evil is our task.”

Kaslana pointed at the thief Volker and said angrily, "Father Frolov, it was Volker who provoked me. Also, why do we have to deal with a dirty thief." She pointed at the old man again: " A heretic fellow magician? This is blasphemy! Huge blasphemy!"

Frolov rubbed his head, feeling a little headache from Kaslana's rigidity, he explained: "This is an order from the head bishop. As subordinates, we only need to fulfill the order carefully."

Seeing that Kaslana was still staring with anger, Frolov changed his words: "At the same time, this is also a test for you and me, whether we can maintain a pure faith under the influence of heretics and blasphemers, But I think there is actually a deeper meaning, if you can convert the heretics and blasphemers to my lord, change their minds, and redeem them, it will be a feat that everyone will admire."

Kaslana calmed down immediately after hearing this, opened the thick scriptures, and recited: "Those who slander me, insult me, and those who slander me with vicious words will surely fall into hell, where immortal worms will eat you." The heart is eaten, the body is burned by the eternal fire, the soul is torn apart by the cruel demon, and it will never be redeemed."

Father Frolov looked solemn, and recited together: "If you meet those who believe in me, praise me, and then repent, you should redeem all your sins, go to heaven, and enjoy bliss."

"Kaslana, you should have a tolerant heart and persuade the lost sinners to repent, instead of resorting to violence to others."

"Taught! Thank you, Father Frolov." Kaslana closed the heavy scripture book, her face completely devoid of anger.She bowed slightly to the thief Volker, and apologized: "Mr. Volker, I apologize to you for my violent behavior just now, and I hope you can forgive me."

The mood changes so quickly that it's almost like two different people.

Volker stood in the shadows with a chill in his heart. Compared with our group of guys hiding in the dark and not seeing the light, the brainwashing of believers by the Holy See is the most terrifying.

We kill people with poison and daggers, you only need a scripture.

Walker felt cold all over his body, and he didn't have the idea of ​​having fun before. He forced a smile and said, "I'm also at fault. Please forgive me, Sister Kaslana. I've been hanging out with a bunch of bad people all year round. It's inevitable that my words will be ugly. Forgive me."

The two sides reconciled, and Frolov nodded, ready to go to the corner to continue practicing swords.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, the loud noise almost lifted the top of the rock, shaking the walls to rustle fine earth and rocks.

The four of them looked out of the cave at the same time, and Kaslana said in surprise, "It must be Bishop Ogos who won, and those dwarf goblins are celebrating."

She ran to the entrance of the cave and stretched out her hand to open the door.

Because they hated the noise and poor hygienic habits of the Wutu people, a stone door was pressed at the entrance of the cave to isolate the big cave of the Wutu people outside.

The stone door opened slowly, and the sound became clear through the gap. Frolov's expression changed suddenly, and he said loudly, "Close the door quickly."

However, before he could finish his sentence, he saw an old rusty bronze sword easily cut through the stone gate and slashed across Kaslana's neck without a single pause.

Kaslana opened the stone door as if nothing had happened, her expression was stunned, a human being covered in heavy blood stains was facing her, and she was also stunned when she saw her.

"Are you...cough...cough...who..."

Kaslana asked, halfway through the conversation, blood flowed into the air intake pipe, her hands instinctively covered her neck, but she didn't expect that when her hands touched slightly, the world spun, her whole head fell off, and blood sprayed straight to the ceiling of the cave.

Things have come to this, I don't want to think about how there are still humans living in the Wutu people's cave, but seeing that there are still three people in the cave, and one of them has been killed by mistake, I immediately thought of cutting the weeds.

The skeleton soldiers rattled and rushed into the cave with their weapons in hand.

Frolov was about to burst into tears, white gas like flames ignited on his body, and he rushed towards Zhu Yao like a bull with a big sword in both hands: "Evil, go to hell!"

The skeletons stood in front of them, they were smashed to pieces and their bones flew around.

Zhu Yao instinctively swung the bronze sword, but Frolov had seen the scene where the bronze sword easily cut through the stone gate before, and he had already been prepared. Force the enemy back to defense.

Frolov could see clearly and hear clearly, the blood stains on the person coming, and the screams and wailing of the barren people in the cave, must have been killed all the way. In addition to the evil spells manipulating the skeletons, the sword skills must also be extremely extraordinary.This horizontal slash of his seems to be powerful, as if he has used all his strength, and it is difficult to change his moves. In fact, with the blessing of fighting spirit, he can quickly change his moves, linking up a series of moves such as thrusting and thrusting. The torrential blows made people powerless to fight back, even if they were all blocked, they would be shocked to death by their own brute force.This is the new swordsmanship he created by combining the Holy See swordsmanship and family swordsmanship. Its name is:

"Rainstorm Epee"

However, the opponent's actions were as childish as a beginner in fencing, and he still foolishly slashed down with a one-handed sword, not caring about the epee at his waist.

Master!

Frolov felt awe-inspiring. The weakest part of his swordsmanship was the first move. If the opponent restricted the first move, the follow-up moves would be impossible, and the rainstorm would turn into drizzle, which would be useless.

There must be something weird around his waist, it's a trap, don't fall for it.

Frolov's fighting spirit blazed wildly, and the giant sword that was slashing horizontally changed its trajectory abruptly, from bottom to top, and pulled towards Zhu Yao's arm. If this move hits, his arm will be broken.

At the moment of hesitation in this change of move, a freezing cold current enveloped the two of them, and thick frost formed on the bodies of both of them. The movement was slow, and a rotating one-handed hammer hit Frolov's shoulder heavily. It made him crooked, and the epee deflected in the direction of the air.

not good!

Frolov was horrified, his fighting instinct made him clenched the soles of his feet, his calf muscles exerted force, and he jumped back straight up, trying to avoid the bronze sword.

However, the incident happened suddenly, this jump avoided the vital point, but the left arm was broken in two, and blood gushed wildly.

The great pain caused Frolov to cry out in pain. He swung his broken arm, and a large amount of blood splashed onto Zhu Yao's face, covering his eyes and losing his vision.

Zhu Yao hastily wiped his eyes, Frolov did not retreat but advanced, swung his two-handed epee with one hand and slashed heavily at the top of Zhu Yao's head.

At the critical moment, it was the snow centipede who rescued him just in time, and its one-meter-long body slammed into Frolov's side heavily, knocking him staggering, and then sprayed an extremely cold breath against his face.

Frolov's head suddenly turned into a big lump of ice.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the crypt dwarf picked up the one-handed hammer, jumped up and hit Frolov on the back of the neck with a hammer, and then jumped up and hammered again. Both hammers hit the spine, making a shattering sound.

Two undamaged skeletons surrounded them, hacking at them with old weapons.

The snow centipede blasted out the power of ice in its body, and its huge fangs bit Frolov's neck, tearing off half of the neck, exposing the trachea, blood vessels, and spine to the air.

After Zhu Yao rubbed his eyes and regained his vision, Frolov knelt on the ground, completely silent.