Templar Sun King

Adam stood there a little embarrassed. He only thought that if he saved the adventurer, he should be able to obtain basic information about the world from his mouth, but he forgot that there was no attack magic in the spells he mastered at all.

Whether it's a light spell or a healing spell, it's an auxiliary healing spell. The only healing spell with a purification function is aimed at dark creatures and undead creatures.

Facing the ogre roaring and trotting over, the seven militiamen rushed forward without Adam's orders. The tridents either stabbed or blocked, and they cooperated very well, but they intercepted the ogre in one fell swoop.

The introduction of the militia in the sanctuary space is correct at all. When they take up arms, they are the bravest fighters.

The 2.5-meter-tall ogre is commanding, and a wooden stick is very lethal under his swing. The adventurer just now is the best example, but he has lost his combat power when he is swept away.

However, while the height of 2.5 brings powerful attacks to the ogres, it has to be said that the reaction speed is a bit slow, especially when the militiamen are close, the ogres are somewhat unable to defend.

The trident produced by the sanctuary was sharp enough, basically, it penetrated the rough skin of the ogre with just one stroke, and pierced three blood holes between his legs or waist and abdomen.

If the attack time is long enough, the militiamen will also turn the trident, causing more damage to the ogre and making him roar in pain. And when the trident is pulled, the barbs on it take a small piece of meat from the ogre.

In the face of the melee attack of the militia, the ogre had to switch from attack to defense. The only way he could react was to bend down and swipe with a wooden stick in an attempt to knock down all the humans who attacked him.

But the militiamen were agile enough to retreat before the sticks could be swept away.

In addition, the seven militiamen had already surrounded the ogre at the first moment. When he defended the front, he was attacked from behind, and when he turned around, the militia in front stepped forward to harass him.

In just a few minutes, this ogre was already scarred and completely lost any thought of attacking. All he wanted to do now was to leave here quickly.

The ogre's brain was indeed a little difficult to use, but he finally reacted to the militia's attack. If he didn't leave here, he might have to lose his life.

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The adventurer lying on the ground saw this picture: the very ferocious ogre just now lost its ability to resist under the siege of the seven warriors, and swept the wooden sticks randomly in an attempt to leave here quickly.

But under the siege of seven warriors, the ogres seem to have no chance to escape.

These seven warriors have good strength, and their cooperation with each other is really wonderful, the adventurer thinks so. He has seen the cooperation between many adventurer team members who are born and die, but none of them have the tacit understanding of the seven warriors in front of him.

They didn't even say a word from the beginning of the battle until now, but they cooperated so unbelievably. Under their siege, the ogre who had made him very embarrassed just now had more and more wounds, and his movements began to slow down as he lost a lot of blood.

At this moment, the adventurer heard footsteps behind him, and when he looked back, he found that it was the mage just now. He wore a hooded flaxen mage robe, short blond hair, blue pupils, and a handsome face that looked very young.

This turn made the adventurer tug at the wound, and he suddenly gasped. He finally managed to hold back the pain and pulled out a smile, and said gratefully: "It was really thanks to your help just now, Mr. Mage. If it weren't for you, I would have become food for ogres."

On weekdays, adventurers often disdain for those proud mages who look like big roosters.

Only he himself knew that it was just jealousy, whether it was the noble status of the mage or the mysterious and unpredictable magic.

But the young mage in front of him saved his life, so the unlucky adventurer used the enthusiasm that he had never felt in his life, and thanked him in the most sincere tone. He only hoped that the young mage could take him with him when he left. to the nearest town.

"I'm short of a guide for the time being, if you can do it." The adventurer said a word without thinking when he saw the young mage walk up to him.

"Ah?" Just when the adventurer was puzzled, he saw the young mage raise his right hand, and a milky white light emerged from the young mage's palm.

It looks very soft, holy, and warm. Almost at the moment when the Holy Light fell on the adventurer, he found that the wound on his body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This made him exclaim in surprise. After so many years, it was the first time he had seen such a shocking magic, even though the magic he had seen was less than ten times in total.

Even the magical arts of the legendary priests of the Southern Dawn Church are not that miraculous!

The information of the priests flashed through the adventurers' minds. They believed in the Lord of Dawn and were very good at various healing magics, even among the priests of the gods. It is a pity that the priests of the Lord of Dawn need to charge a lot of money when they perform divine arts, which is really not affordable for ordinary adventurers.

Of course, the information about the priests of the Church of Dawn is just hearsay, but in the eyes of the current adventurers, this spell that can quickly heal injuries is the most amazing one!

I'm currently enjoying a healing spell that costs at least ten gold coins, and the adventurer couldn't help but flash this thought.

Then he tightly covered his mouth with his still movable right hand, for fear that the sound would disturb the young mage's treatment, and at the same time watched the wound disappear under the holy light without blinking.

When the healing technique ended, the adventurer was surprised to find that all the wounds on his body had been healed, and a gray-black scab had formed. Although his arms and ribs were still broken, it did not affect the adventurer's uncontrollable excitement.

Compared to the adventurer's excitement, Adam seemed much calmer, although this was also the first time he had released a healing spell in the true sense.

But based on the HERO game experience, such a healing effect was completely expected by Adam. After all, limited by his professional level, it is enough to treat trauma, but a healing technique for injuries such as fractures is obviously not enough.

"Dear Mr. Mage, this... I'm really thankful for you!"

The adventurer thanked him excitedly, and then found that the ogre, besieged by seven warriors, had finally reached the end of its power. The adventurer watched as one of the warriors easily stabbed the trident in his hand into the ogre's head, easily ending his life.

From the time the seven warriors intercepted the ogre to the moment they killed him, it took no more than three minutes.

Although the adventurer's strength is not high, he has always been quick-witted and has extraordinary vision. Even the weakest ogre is not something that ordinary adventurers can easily deal with.

This young mage and the seven warriors are definitely not ordinary characters, whether it is the surprising tacit cooperation between the warriors or the magic of the young mage that is comparable to healing magic.

And it seems that these seven warriors are still the attendants of the young mage in front of them, and they are even more curious about the identity and origin of the young mage as an adventurer.

But the adventurer who knows all kinds of taboos has no intention of inquiring about the origin of the young mage. It's not that he is not curious. In fact, on the contrary, his current curiosity is like a kitten Gently scraping and rubbing the heart with its fluffy claws.

He had to turn his attention to the fractured left hand and waist and abdomen before swallowing the doubts in his mouth.

After killing the ogre, the seven militiamen cheered and returned to Adam. Their neat movements and their respectful attitude towards Adam made the adventurer feel that the young mage in front of him was covered with a mysterious color.

"Fox, you help this adventurer... um..."

"Arras, sir, my name is Arras." The adventurer gave his name very winkingly.

"Okay, Fox, you can help Arras deal with the injury." Adam couldn't do such a job as bone-setting, so he had to let the militiamen who returned from the victory deal with it.

A militiaman stepped forward and put his hand on Arras' left hand. Before he could react, the bones of his left hand had been reset by the militiamen, which made Arras let out a scream.

Then he saw the milky white holy light from before falling down from the young mage's hand and falling on his left arm. The pain caused by the reset gradually disappeared, and the entire left arm was as warm and comfortable as soaking in warm water.

What was even more surprising was that he could see that the redness and swelling on his left arm due to the fracture quickly subsided, and it seemed that even the fractured part was gradually recovering under this holy light.

When Arras' rib was almost healed, Adam felt a slight vibration in the sanctuary space and received an upgrade prompt!

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