Chapter 362 The Dead Man Calls the Priest

Chapter 362 It’s a dead person——Call the priest——

Listen to sermons and take communion?

Gretel paused and couldn't help but turn in the direction where the shouting came from. Bernard shouted from behind:

"boss--"

Boss, what's wrong with you?

What’s so good about the Lord of Glory!

You also killed several of them, you forgot!

Are you short of food or something? When we usually eat together, I can cut two pieces of meat from my lamb leg, which is enough for you!

"Hey, I'll just take a look, from a distance." Gretel waved his hand casually. Don't ask, just ask because the other party's marketing techniques are too familiar and he wants to take a look. By the way, let’s wait and see if the other party’s marketing words are “Joseph, sit down and let’s talk about what’s on your mind”…

Oh no, it’s the other party’s so-called Holy Communion, which is bread and wine.

Grete, Curious, and Already Known, Nordmark did what he said, and stopped about ten meters away from the preaching crowd. From this distance, the preacher’s words could be heard clearly:

"In ancient times, floods, droughts, and snowstorms occurred frequently, plagues were prevalent, and monsters and monsters roamed the wilderness. The Lord of Radiance took pity on his people and said to them..."

Boring.

This story doesn't sound good.

When you go to the dwarf lands to promote the Lord of Radiance, at least you can tell a good story!

Grete, who had been bombarded by novels, movies, and animations in her previous life, shook her head and decided to give the other party one more minute of patience and leave without seeing the Holy Communion. However, before the Holy Communion appeared, a roar shook the entire place:

"You're talking nonsense!"

Then there was a burst of people falling on their backs. When Grete came back to his senses, a big man had already rushed to the podium, grabbed the preacher, hit him with his fist, and cursed:

"Charity, your ** charity! Renai, your ** benevolence! I killed my whole family for you since I was a child! Capture me as a slave! You don't know how many whips I received! x-on:#￥%*& …”

What followed was a series of intensive roars, so friendly that [Language Master] didn't even translate them. Pity the preacher in black robe and white scarf. He was knocked down with the first punch. Blood splattered with the second punch. After the third and fourth punches, the effect...

Grete's mind was spinning, and there was only one famous textbook scene:

"Lu Tiha beats Guanxi with punches".

Naturally, other members of the Glorious Holy See cannot stand idly by. The two knights had just brought over several baskets of Holy Communion. Upon seeing this, they immediately put the baskets down and rushed forward with roars. The big man threw away the preachers, turned around and fought with them, punching and kicking them, the wind howling.

If this were the case in the previous life, the crowd that came to hear sermons (to receive Holy Communion) would scream, run, and even half of them would escape on the spot. But the dwarves deserved their martial virtues, not to mention the barbarians. Instead of running away, they tightened their stance and formed a tight circle. Eat melon with relish and happily:

"That's a good punch!"

"He's a man!"

"Hey - who is that! If you fight, just fight, don't use the knife!"

Fortunately, there were half barbarians in the crowd, so Gretel's view of the show was not blocked. He subconsciously leaned closer to Bernard and looked around:

"A fight is about to begin?—No one cares?"

"Who cares about personal feuds?" Gavin shrugged beside him. No matter how much the short shoulders are shrugged, they can't reach Grete's elbows:

"The ones who beat people are barbarians, and those who are beaten are the Holy See of Glory, not envoys. Just wait, when they are almost done fighting, the patrol will come out and put an end to it."

He pointed to the place from a distance. Gretel looked back and saw a group of dwarf knights - wearing shiny armor and riding strong goats - watching quietly dozens of meters away. Gretel relaxed and continued to watch the fight:

"Orc?"

He didn't even have time to see clearly just now!

Looking at the two Holy See knights again, the one in the middle shouting for a fierce battle was indeed an orc. She has long, flowing hair that is three-quarters black and three-quarters white, her ears are erect, and her nose is raised. She is obviously different from humans. Grete was observing the details when he saw that the orc had been punched hard on the cheek, and blood started to flow from the corner of his mouth.

"It won't be easy to heal if it gets damaged..." Grete murmured. He didn't know the slightest bit about the anatomy of an orc. Even if he knew, he was not a maxillofacial surgeon and would not dare to perform surgery on others at will.

The orcs were one against two, and they didn't seem to suffer. While rolling and fighting, a big furry tail suddenly stood up and slapped the knight's legs and feet. If it was hit, there would be a bloody mark and swelling on the spot.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Grete sighed. This skill is so good, it seems that if the Holy See's side wants to win, it needs a few more people!

Just as he was thinking about it, a cloud of black mist suddenly exploded without warning. The two glorious knights, an orc, and the preacher who was knocked to the ground and didn't know if he was still alive were all shrouded in black mist, followed by several screams.

"ah--"

"Ah~~~~~~"

Gretel was shocked. He took a step reflexively and stopped immediately. Bernard rushed forward and pulled the boss back, his tall body completely covering the front.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, and the dwarf knights rushed to pat the sheep. The short and squat body gathered around and immediately shouted:

"Pastor! Pastor!"

"Call the priest!"

Gretel poked his head out from behind Bernard. The black fog in front has dispersed. Onlookers formed a circle around the boss and screamed one after another:

"died!"

"They're all dead!"

"So much blood!"

"You're not dead, are you? You're still calling the priest!"

Gretel poked Bernard and pushed him forward. After several pokes, Bernard slowed down and led him forward. When they finally managed to get through a group of barbarians, they saw blood all over the ground, and even half of the people who had been fighting were left standing:

The preacher who was beaten first had a paint shop on his face and was unconscious. Gretel didn't even need to check carefully, but seven or eight possibilities including concussion and intracranial hemorrhage popped up in his mind;

Two knights lay on their backs, one covering his throat with both hands, hissing between his fingers, and blood bursting out. Listening to the sound, it seemed that his trachea was torn;

The other one fell to the ground with his hands and feet stretched out, a scar on his neck, and blood spurting everywhere. Grete only took one look at the amount of bleeding and the traces of spray, and immediately came to a conclusion:

The carotid artery was ruptured and there was no way to save it.

Looking at the orc again, there was a sharp blade stuck in his chest, up to the hilt. His consciousness was still clear, but he could no longer struggle. It was obvious that his injuries were serious enough and his life was hanging by a thread.

Grete wanted to take a closer look, but was suddenly pulled back and pushed behind Bernard. The next moment, hurried footsteps rushed over and stopped directly beside the knight. There were two thumps, thumps, followed by high-pitched prayers.

Oh, someone has taken care of those glorious knights.

Gretel turned his head indifferently. He calmly took a step back and watched the dwarf knights swarm forward, separating the people on both sides;

I saw two dwarf knights jumping off the goat and trying to take the orc away, but they were stopped by the shining knight, and the two sides confronted each other angrily;

Seeing a dozen orcs arriving, the two sides almost started fighting. Finally, each took a step back and left the scene with the injured;

Watching another dwarf knight urging the goat, shouting "Priest, Priest" and flew away...

Gretel quietly followed the orcs' team. As soon as he turned the corner, he saw these guys rushing towards the house, and he quickly shouted:

"I'm a priest!"

"Great! Come on!" The two orcs immediately turned aside to make way. Gretel quickly walked through the door, walked to the injured orc warrior, and stretched out his hand to feel his breath. Just as he knelt down, two heavy and rapid footsteps rushed over, shaking the ground.

"How is my brother! Master, please save my brother -"

"Coming, coming! Huh, huh, slow down..."

I fell asleep at half past one last night. I couldn’t hold it any longer...

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