The white knight relied on his horse and armor and charged forward with arrows. The archers in the forest were unable to do anything to him. Taking advantage of the knight's ability to attract firepower, his followers drew their bows and nocked arrows, knocking out the archers hiding in the trees.

.Looking at the fallen figure on the branch, Christina felt a sense of revenge in her heart. She pinched the horse's belly, and her loyal mount sped up. The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded in the woods, and the white knight fought alone.

When the elf arrived, several people were already lying on the grass. In order to avoid getting into a fight, the white knight cut down one who was too close and rushed out of the encirclement. The exposed back gave the archer a chance, and someone raised the cross.

crossbow.

After being a paladin for more than ten years, the targets of her crusade were basically from different races. As a result, Christina had killed only a handful of people, and each of them deserved their punishment. The man who was busy loading the crossbow was dead. The elf's right hand holding the sword

He crossed his chest and cut off his head with a backhand blow the moment he passed by.

The attackers scattered in all directions, and the elf lost the advantage, but she refused to follow the example of her fellow paladin. The crossbow arrows shot through the air, and the child hit by the arrow fell down... The red-eyed elf just wanted revenge. Christina held her hand.

Holding the reins, she held the sword in one hand and slashed left and right, knocking down three people in the blink of an eye. The elf's bravery scared the enemy so much that they did not dare to confront her, so they turned to the horse. The white horse was hit by a sword in the buttocks, and the war horse

In pain, he accelerated and ran forward, throwing the elf off the saddle.

Christina fell dizzy, but the enemy had no intention of pausing. A long sword was slashed at her face, and the elf raised his sword to block. The man slashed wildly, forcing the elf to be unable to get up. He did not need to be superb.

For combat skills, just entangle the elf, and others will come to help.

However, his accomplices were very busy, and the white knight completed the detour. He was obviously just one person, but he had the momentum of thousands of troops. The surviving attackers stood side by side, holding together to protect themselves. The elf blocked a slash with all his strength, and she

She supported her body and kicked hard. The woman's strength was limited, so she couldn't break his kneecap, but it was enough to make him bend over in pain. Christina took the opportunity to get up, took a step forward, and the sword sank deeply into her opponent's stomach.

The dying man showed an expression of disbelief, and blood and saliva gushed out of his open mouth at the same time. He dropped his sword and stretched his hands forward, as if praying for mercy. Christina hesitated, and was choked.

Crushed to the ground.

"Cosimo, go help the elf girl!" The white knight on the horse was unstoppable. He waved his sword and shield, causing a bloody storm in the crowd.

When the entourage removed the dead man, Christina's hair was disheveled and she was already in a very embarrassed state. The elf blinked, and half of her face was smeared with blood.

"Thank you." The elf took the hand stretched out by the attendant. The attackers who survived all ran away, and the warriors had time to exchange greetings.

Just as she stood firm, a thrown spear hit her back. The attendant pushed the elf away, but she had no time to dodge, and the spear penetrated his body.

"Cosimo!" The frightened white knight jumped off his horse, his palms glowing with blue light.

The elf turned around to look for the attacker hiding in the dark. The spear was aimed at her. She soon saw the murderer in the shade of a tree in the distance. The owner of the spear was slender and not tall. He was wearing a

The full-face helmet made it impossible to see clearly. The elf ran towards him with his sword raised, and Christina was confident that she could avoid the spear he threw again, not to mention that he was unarmed now.

The little man had no intention of confronting the Paladin, so he jumped on a horse. Before leaving, he took off his helmet and waved to the Paladin with a smile.

Dark Elf! Christina's eyes widened with anger. Unfortunately, the hatred she had been instilled in her since childhood could not help her grow wings. The Dark Elf fled deep into the forest on horseback.

"Christina, come and help." The white knight's cry woke her up. Quintus's followers were seriously injured and their lives hung on the line.

"You hold him, and I will pull out the spear." The elf put his hands on the attendant's shoulders and helped him sit up. The boy's face was pale, but he still persisted tenaciously. He turned to look at the elf.

This is very wise, no one can bear the stimulation of seeing the murder weapon pulled out of the body. The white knight threw away the spear, and the blue light from his palm healed the terrible wound, and the bleeding stopped. The follower's body went limp and he fell asleep.

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Bob carried the dead children onto the carriage, and the eight little bodies lay neatly in the carriage. They were still so small, the white cloth in the nun's hands seemed to be heavy. One by one, Maya covered the tender bodies.

s face.

Some children joined the pilgrimage with the dream of participating in the Glorious Expedition. Being an orphan means being bullied in their hometown and living worse than a rat grazing in the gutter. The Pope has thrown out a grand vision, whether he can catch it or not

Living, for many desperate abandoned children, is an opportunity to start a new life.

Not everyone has ideals, and more children just want to have a good meal and have a roof over their heads to protect them from the wind and rain when sleeping. During the day, boys are no longer driven away and beaten, and at night, girls do not have to worry about being violated.

Children don't ask for much, but they have to give up their lives in exchange.

With only the last child left, she picked up the white cloth, and the dark elf was stunned. She remembered that this boy was the little sentry guarding their tent, and he would solemnly beat his chest with his right hand and salute her every time.

The polite boy stared at the sky. Even if flocks of birds passed by, they could not leave a single reflection in the black pupils that spread to the extreme. He would not close his eyes. Maya's slender hand touched his face, and the boy fell asleep forever.

Already.

Tears were like broken pearls, leaving her body and hitting the white cloth of the corpse drop by drop. She maintained this posture for a long time, and Maya's world stopped. The grief was so heavy, oppressing her and unable to move forward.

It was I who came to the Holy City, the girls were kidnapped because of me, the attackers in the woods came for me, and I was the one who caused these children. The nun fell into extreme self-blame, and the guilt of the survivors was like a rising tide.

The sea water drowned her.

"Why do you care about these weaklings?" came another familiar voice.

"They don't deserve to live. I would say they are better off dead."

"How can a real dark elf cry like a surface elf?"

"I'm so ashamed of you!"

The string is broken...

"Shut up, shut up!" The dark elf held his head and shook desperately, as if trying to get rid of something. The children were startled, and the brave white knight Quintus also frowned. The elf expression

Gloomy, only she knew what was going on, Rose was here again.

Maya knelt beside the carriage, speaking her native language that no one could understand, and everyone stayed as far away from her as possible.

"Is this young lady stimulated?" The knight's principles prevented him from turning a blind eye to women in trouble, but this was a dark elf who did all kinds of evil. The tall and strong man raised his hand, put it down again, took a step, and then stepped back.

The inner struggle is quite intense.

Christina had already put aside her prejudices. She walked over and tried to help the dark elf up. The summer was very hot, but it didn't make Maya soaked all over. She felt like she had jumped into the water.

Maya roughly slapped the elf's hand away, "Don't touch me, you..." She failed to finish the rest of her words. The pendant wrapped around her forehead burst out with dazzling golden light, and she suddenly fell down and began to twitch violently.

"Epilepsy!" Quintus pushed the elf away. He looked at Christina reproachfully, "Are you going to watch her bite off her tongue?"

The convulsions stopped quickly, and the chivalry was useless. Maya curled up into a ball and lost consciousness.

The white knight hugged the dark elf, gently put her on the carriage, and covered her with a blanket.

"That's not epilepsy." Emily nudged Christina with her elbow and whispered.

Of course she knew, but she couldn't say it.

As wise and kind as the Holy See himself, once he learned about Rose's possession, he wanted to kill the dark elf. If this spread, the elf thought, Maya would be tied to the stake and the priest would recite the prayer.

, the bishop throws a torch, and the dark elf will be burned alive.

Christina wants to keep secrets, even if Hartman has not told her, she will do so.

She saw Maya's kindness, she saw a tortured soul, she wanted to save the dark elves, she... Christina's eyes widened in horror. "Love or salvation, you can only choose one."
Chapter completed!