The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Ansier panicked and wanted to trouble the lion, but just as he turned his attention to him, he ran away as if he was being stared at by a beast and a giant bird.

Unexpectedly, this male lion is a big golden ant anyway, and the man is tall and big, but his courage is so small.

How can you be intimidated by mere force and abandon your brother's death without regard to it?

Seeing that the "lion" was scared away by himself, Ansier shook his head and couldn't help but feel even more bored.

He watched as soldiers continued to carry away wounded and dying soldiers from the ground, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he became interested.

Ansier followed the wounded soldiers all the way to the open space in front of the church.

Because the existence of the church itself is the place where the **** of light is watching, any undead creature will be burned here, so that Sandro hates getting close to the church.

Therefore, it was the first time that Ans Aier came to the church for the first time.

As the second largest city in Manopura, the church in Kyrenia is unusually grand and majestic. There is a faint sound of chanting the Bible, which makes the church even more solemn.

Although King Casilda kept saying that he wanted to "slaughter the city", in fact he didn't dare to touch a single hair of the church members, otherwise it would attract the church's ordination.

In the Eastern Continent, the safest place is always the church. There is no one. The existence of the church is even safer than the palace.

It's just that compared to the solemn and solemn church, the square in front of the church is full of mourning.

Wounded soldiers are being treated here.

Those who were just bruised or stabbed in the arms and arms were fine, and at least they were safe after a simple treatment with bandages and herbs.

And the soldiers who lacked arms and legs were miserable. Even if Manopura distributed some low-level medicines to them, they might not be able to survive tomorrow.

Members of the non-royal family in the church are not allowed to participate in the battle, and even if the wounded soldiers are all piled up in front of them, they will never give any treatment.

Only five or six solemn young women in black nun clothes shuttled among the wounded soldiers, emitting holy light from their hands to heal their wounds.

These are the daughters of King Manopura, so in this sense, the king should have more children, so that at least a little more strength in the face of major wars.

It's just that the strength of just a few princesses is hardly worth mentioning in front of so many wounded soldiers.

Therefore, low-level soldiers are not eligible for the assistance of the Holy Light at all, and the princesses' treatment is only provided to a few silver-gold generals and nobles.

Ansier looked at the wounded soldiers all over the ground not only without pity, but showed a smile instead.

Of course, he didn't come to visit these sick patients when he was full, and there were still a lot of medicines in his storage ring that had no effect on him.

It's just that these weak ants are not worthy of dealing with him personally, and only DeWitt is barely qualified.

Soon he saw DeWitt come out of the church with a livid face.

DeWitt's arm was injured by the toxin attached to Harlan's attack. Although his muscles were fully recovered at the moment, he could hardly exert any strength. The arrow he sent earlier was his limit.

He originally wanted to seek help from the high-ranking priests in the church. Although the princesses were devout enough to the Holy Light, they were still too young and lacking in strength.

The high-level priest is only at the gold level, and there is no way to completely cure the toxin in DeWitt, but he can use the secret method of the church to temporarily suppress the spread of the toxin and give Manopa a chance to breathe.

However, DeWitt's request was sternly rejected by the pastor, and the army was strictly prohibited from entering the church. He was also invited out by the church people.

The thought of paying so many gold coins to the church every year, but at a critical moment, when the country was in danger, the church chose not to refuse, made DeWitt angry.

As far as the Church is concerned, whether Casilda or Manopura is the owner of the land, it does not affect their collection of atonement from all the sinners in the world.

DeWitt's heart was even more heavy when he saw the wailing of the wounded soldiers in the square without proper treatment.

Although the study of pharmacy is not prohibited in the Eastern Continent, the effect is far less than the magical potions of the magicians in the Western Continent.

A potion made from some common herbs, the effect is at most to help the soldiers who were slightly wounded stop bleeding.

There are some high-level holy water fetishes in DeWitt's storage ring, but it is impossible for him to distribute this life-saving thing to these weak soldiers.

"Marshal DeWitt, it pains me to see the soldiers here suffering so much."

Just when DeWitt was at a loss, he suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ear and turned to his side, only to find that it was Ansair who had fought bravely before.

Because Ansi Er is far beyond the strength of ordinary gold-level adventurers, DeWitt is very impressed with him.

"It's you, I always feel that you are not an ordinary adventurer."

This time there was no one around the two of them, and DeWitt said frankly that not many left an impression on him with his gold-level strength.

"There is no adventurer as strong as you in Manopura."

"Of course, I am a righteous adventurer who travels all over the world, eliminating evil and promoting good."

Ansier replied, he changed his words and directly stated his purpose.

"I have traveled all over the mainland over the years, and have accumulated some potions with excellent curative effects. I wonder if you are interested?"

"Oh, the potion?"

Dewitt's heart was moved by Ansel's words, but he immediately shook his head and said indifferently: "Your potion is most useful to some low-level adventurers. The injuries I have now cannot even be completely cured by the essence of holy water."

"You can try first."

Ansi Er said and took out the frost giant potion seized in the northern ice field.

This thing is made of the magical creature, the heart of the giant frost, which has the magical effect of freezing and staving off injuries.

It's a pity that it is a waste for Ansi Er who has "Adrenaline" and "Star Infusion".

If it weren't for the fact that this was the Eastern Continent, Ans El could have healed everyone here directly with the infusion of stars, and then the lion would ask for a astronomical price for the treatment.

DeWitt didn't expect much from the potion that Ansel said at first, but in front of him he took out a bottle of ice-blue potion with a cold air, and his brows slightly raised.

He felt a strong magic wave in the potion, which was a potion made of magic materials.

Because of the faction test conducted by the Metropolitan on everyone, DeWitt did not suspect him, and took the medicine and poured it on his wound.

The cold feeling came all the way down from the arm to the wrist, and the whole hand seemed to have fallen into the ice cave.

An ice-blue trace appeared on the arm, which was the poison temporarily suppressed by the medicine.

DeWitt moved his injured hand. Although it was still a little inconvenient, he was at least able to participate in the battle, but if a grudge erupted, the suppressing time of this potion would be shortened faster.

Even so, DeWitt reckons he'll be able to shoot at least three minutes now.

On the battlefield, the legendary powerhouse's three minutes is enough to turn the tide of the battle.

DeWitt couldn't help but smile, which was the rare good news he had seen.

"How much of this potion do you still have, I want them all! I'll give you credit first."

DeWitt said eagerly, as if he was afraid that Ansel would not sell him.

Good guy, don't you just want to prostitute for nothing now?

Ans Air folded his arms around his chest. Anyway, now that he has grasped DeWitt, doesn't he listen to him?

"I don't want military exploits, I just want treasure, and I want it now."

DeWitt glanced at the storage ring in Ansair's hand, and he had the idea of ​​​​grabbing it.

However, before the great enemy of the Kingdom of Casilda, he still needs the power of Ansi Er to suppress the enemy's attack.

And he is still injured now. Although Ans Air is only at the gold level, Ans Air's strength is not bad. If he forces Ans Air to destroy the storage ring, it will be over. .

Helpless, DeWitt asked, "How much gold do you need?"

Ans El looked at the seven or eight bottles of Frost Giant Potions in the storage ring, as well as some other potions with average efficacy.

"A bottle of blue potion is 5,000 gold coins, a total of eight bottles. It's a bargain for you. The other potions are also bundled and sold together, with a total of 50,000 gold coins."

Ansair packed all the potions together and sold them to DeWitt.

"Fifty thousand gold coins! Are you taking advantage of our Manopura Kingdom?"

DeWitt lowered his voice, gritted his teeth, and said angrily.

One gold coin is enough for a family to eat for a month, 50,000 gold coins is not a small amount, and Ansel's appetite is really good.

A giant dragon, after all, has a good mouth and a stomach like steel.

"No, you are a legendary powerhouse, and there is a whole kingdom of Manopura behind you. You can't even take out 50,000 gold coins."

Ansier disdainfully said that he had forgotten that he was greedy for a magician even for a biscuits of a gold coin.

"Pay attention to your identity, adventurer, the legendary powerhouse in front of you!"

DeWitt was a little angry. He felt that Ansair had no respect for him at all, but he was pinched.

If it were normal times and there was no war, a gold-level adventurer like Ansi Er wouldn't even need a bow and arrow, and could be pinched to death with one hand.

Ansier rolled his eyes at him, a little legend, nothing to be proud of.

DeWitt calmed down his anger a little. He could still get 50,000 gold coins, but he had already made up his mind that if Ansel didn't die on the battlefield, when the war was over, he would definitely hunt him to the ends of the earth with a bow and arrow. .

One-handed payment, one-handed delivery.

Ansi Er looked at Jinshan's face in the storage ring and laughed, but he still made money from war.

He did not understand that in such a thing as war, the people who started the war and the people who were invaded suffered endlessly, but others benefited. Why do human beings do not like peace and stability.

When there are other intelligent races in the mainland, they fight other intelligent races, and if there are no other intelligent races, they fight civil wars on their own.

Humans like to call orcs a fighting race, but in fact they are the race that loves to provoke and wage war.

"Humph!"

DeWitt didn't want to say a word to Anse Eldor after taking the potion, so he turned and left.

Those low-level potions he plans to distribute to the nobles below, while the frost giant potions are kept on his own for use.

Ans El came back to his senses. Before participating in the battle, he never thought that the potion would sell so well.

The Frost Giant Potion alone can suppress the injury and can sell a bottle of five thousand gold coins. If "Star Infusion" can be made into a potion that can restore vitality, how precious it will be.

I'm afraid this is more precious than the holy water of the church, comparable to the fountain of life condensed by the **** of life.

With the effect of "adrenaline", it can become a perpetual motion machine.

However, Ansel has never tried to store the vitality of "Star Infusion".

Thinking like this, Ans El quietly came to a no-man's land and took out a glass bottle full of water.

He used "Star Infusion" to inject a faint starlight into the glass bottle, but the starlight couldn't find any substance that could carry life force and quickly dissipated.

Ansier picked up the glass bottle and looked at it. The water in the glass bottle had not changed in the slightest, and the plan to store vitality had failed.

As expected, he was not too disappointed.

"Infusion of the Stars" contains the law of life, and it is really whimsical for him to rely on a mere glass bottle to contain the vitality.

But soon, a substance that might be enough to carry life force appeared in Ans El's mind - the tree of life.

In the past, Uncle Nichols used a branch of life that contained majestic vitality as a pointer, and while he was pulling the dragon to pieces, he would not leave the slightest injury.

Going to the Elf Forest was a big plan of Ansi Er, but now this plan has added another goal, to capture the branches of life.

This is not an easy job~www.readwn.com~ The elves are very precious to the Tree of Life, and the God of Life is the only God still surviving in the world, possessing the strength of high divine power.

This is why the elves can survive in the cracks of human beings.

If he could, Ans El didn't want to use force to rob him. It was too dangerous. If it wasn't for the lovely treasure, he wouldn't even go for the tree of life idea.

Ansier put the glass bottle back into the space ring. He looked at the sky and counted the time. The army should have arrived soon.

In this way, Casilda's main force should soon arrive in Kyrenia, and a fierce battle is about to start.

Ansier hugged the back of his head with his hands, and looked at the signal station of the God of Light that exuded infinite holy light in the sky. In the field covered by holy light, the war continued.

Suddenly, an idea arose in Ansier's mind, if he replaced the **** of light, would he inherit all the believers of the **** of light.

If this is the case, "Ascension to God's Long Rank" will directly reach the second stage and above, and have the authority of the creator.