Near the church, a player from the top-tier gaming guild " Master Club " named [ Elderly and Children Fly First ] was fleeing in a panic.
His two comrades had already died by the platoon leader's sword.
The three initially just wanted to make a fuss, so they threw an incendiary bomb made of Oil Vine oil into an abandoned, dilapidated house.
Unexpectedly, the projectile was far more powerful than anticipated, even having a slight explosive effect, causing the house to collapse on the spot before it could ignite.
The three men were basking in their own heroic act when a passing priest intervened and prepared to bring them to justice.
The three weren't worried about the three-on-one situation, but they never expected that a passing priest would be so fierce, chasing after them and slashing them relentlessly. Their Alienation short swords were as brittle as real tree branches in front of him, and were easily cut in two.
After turning another corner, the two got closer and closer.
The squad leader behind him had begun to Alienation his left hand, and a curved, spinning blade was slowly forming.
With a large stride forward, the squad leader swung his left arm forcefully, and the vortex blade that Alienation from his left hand automatically separated from his wrist, spinning forward and about to cut the fleeing enemy in two.
Just then, the man's foot suddenly slipped, and his entire body fell violently to the side.
Normally, falling while running away should mean certain death, but by sheer coincidence, the fall just happened to dodge the flying whirlwind blade. The squad leader, because he was charging up and aiming, slowed down his pace, and the distance between the two sides not only did not decrease but actually widened again.
Seeing this, the squad leader didn't care about anything else, adjusted his right hand and threw the long blade with all his might.
Player [ Elderly and Children Fly First ] scrambled to his feet, only to be met with a long blade thrusting towards him.
At this moment, he was powerless to dodge, and watched helplessly as the knight's sword pierced through his chest, his vision gradually dimming.
The action froze at that moment, but the passing Holy Crusaders squad leader stepped forward and kicked the already dead enemy in the chest, pulling his longsword out of his body. With a forceful flick, a wisp of blood appeared on the snow beside him.
Click.
The squad leader suddenly heard the sound of a window closing above him. He glanced up casually and saw a evasive gaze disappear instantly behind the window.
Hmph, ignorant commoners who've never seen the world.
He scoffed dismissively, intending to take the three corpses to the chapel to find out what had happened.
With all this commotion, it's best if it's not some failed experiment that didn't quite die and escaped.
Just then, his gaze suddenly swept to the snow-covered ground to the side, where there seemed to be something white in the distance.
By the way, that person tripped and fell because they stepped on that thing.
The squad leader turned around and saw another corpse lying on the edge of the alley. The enemy had fallen because he had stepped on the corpse's arm.
The corpse's coat had been removed, but the inner lining still revealed that it was the clothing of a priest.
A priest? Died here?
The squad leader used his knight's sword to turn the priest's corpse over and saw the gruesome wound on his neck.
One hit kill?
He secretly thought about the three people he had just fought and felt that none of them had this level of strength, and their positions didn't seem reasonable either.
clothing?
The squad leader frowned, then suddenly a possibility occurred to him.
There should be four enemies in total. Three of them are here to distract him, while the last one has disguised himself as a priest and blended into the city!
A person dressed in a priest's robes can move through Fir City with almost no hindrance.
How can we catch them now?
The squad leader felt a wave of disappointment, but then he remembered the glimpse of her peeping earlier and realized that things weren't so simple.
There seems to be another possibility—it's blind to what's right under your nose!
He paced silently to the door of the house where he had just spied on the scene.
After confirming there was no sound inside, he raised his right leg and kicked out, easily opening the not-so-thick wooden door.
A cold wind howled into the room, where a woman lay shivering on the bed in the dim light. Several withered branches pierced through her neck and wrists. Both the woman and the Symbiotic Tree looked sickly and clearly did not have long to live.
Upon hearing the sound of the door being kicked open, another older woman quickly ran out from the inner room, also looking unkempt and nearing the end of her life. It seemed that this family was ill and might not survive the winter.
The two men, one standing and one lying down, trembled silently as they looked at the squad leader's blood-stained robe.
The squad leader asked coldly:
Have you seen a priest around here?
The two shook their heads repeatedly, their necks hunched over like quails shivering in the cold.
Seeing this, the squad leader shook his head in disappointment.
"You're all done here."
After saying that, he turned and left without mentioning at all that he had damaged the front door.
The fourth person was indeed not here... He was wearing a priest's robe, and if there was any most likely place for him to be, it would be the cathedral or the chapel.
Thinking of this, he shook his head again.
He was a member of the Holy Crusaders, and although he was also a member of the Church, he was different from those professional monks.
If they were to force their way into the chapel to investigate, it might cause a conflict between the bishop who manages the chapel and the high knight commander of their own knightly order.
With that in mind, he didn't delay any longer and carried the priest's body towards the chapel.
In any case, you should inform the other party that there might be a spy among them.
Behind him, a trembling woman reached out and closed the door that had been kicked into a deformed shape.
The temperature inside the room began to rise slowly, and the younger patient on the bed asked softly:
"They've left?"
Her voice was clear but not loud, and it wasn't the familiar language of the kingdom.
"Um."
The other person nodded in response.
The two exchanged a glance and gave each other a meaningful smile.
[ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] pulled out a few deliberately malnourished Deadwood Vine from his body and sighed:
"Those three were too reckless. I was originally planning to hang a vine to save them."
The Dark Archmage shook his head and said:
"The risk is too great. The two of us might be able to hold off that expert, but there's a small church nearby, so we're actually at a disadvantage."
[ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] nodded and said:
"I was just saying, their styles don't suit us, and I feel like teaming up with them would only increase the risk."
"Yes, but... what exactly happened to that last corpse?"
"I don't know either, maybe there's another team of players nearby."
As the two were analyzing the current situation, a loud "bang" came from the inner room of the house.
The [ Dark Archmage ] looked helplessly at the three tightly bound locals and activated the translation function, saying:
"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, you will absolutely not be harmed."