On the other hand, Charles never found the opportunity to cast spells during the battle. He could not lose his magic. The priest who ran naked in the state of no gain had very poor combat power. If he wore heavy armor, he could barely be considered a front-row sandbag.

Iron Star Flow Martial Arts played a role.

Otherwise, Charles would not be able to establish an advantage in the counterattack or even defeat the monk. When the opponent recovered, another storm would strike, and Charles would definitely not be able to hold on.

This battle can only be said that both sides tried their best.

"You won."

The leader of the "Silver Holy Sword" had a bloody chest with a chain hammer. Players can adjust the pain amplitude in the game. Charles did not know the monk's game settings, but when he saw the other party's calm expression, he had to praise the team leader's style.

The top players in the Arabian region and the first-class players in the Cormier country should be of this kind.

"Captain!"

A male priest player from the "Silver Holy Sword" hurried over, holding the holy emblem of the Lord of the Dawn, Luo Shanda, and chanting a spell to throw a [Healing Serious Injury] (Three Rings) to the young monk.

His chest was covered with a faint holy light. When the priest player took back the holy badge, the young monk had completely recovered.

"Dear Lord, let's take our leave first."

The young monk didn't say much, pulled a few members of the Communist Youth League to arrange them under the throne, bowed to Melotti above, and took the lead in turning around and preparing to leave the castle.

"Wait a minute."

But at this time, Charles actually called out the "Silver Holy Sword" and his group in Todak, Ost and Lea's surprised eyes.

"What are you doing? If you win, you win. Do you still have to mock him?"

The male priest just now turned around and said in a deep voice: "The silver holy sword is not a soft persimmon, don't be too presumptuous!"

"You have something to say." The young monk was relatively calm, but there was a look of anger in his eyes.

"It's nothing. Seeing you resisting like this, I think it's better for everyone to go their own way. Don't mention cooperation or something." Charles waved his hand.

"What? Cooperation?" the male priest player sneered, "You have won all of you and have obtained the mission authorization. Do you still have to talk to us about cooperation? Are you sure?"

Even the young monk thought that Charles was deliberately playing with him, so he said this.

"Don't doubt it, you've seen it too. Our team has just been formed. Now, including me as the leader, plus a life player, there are only seven people."

Shire smiled and said, "The mission of destroying the Battle Lizard Man requires at least a large team of more than a hundred people to completely destroy the Battle Lizard Man tribe."

"Then do you mean?" said the young monk's eyes flashing.

"Let's do this, if the 'Silver Holy Sword' is willing to cooperate, I will hand over the monsters and elite monsters of the War Lizard Tribe to you, and I will take the team to capture and kill the leaders of the War Lizard Tribe. Everyone will perform their own duties, and the spoils belong to the pickers." Shir said.

Hearing the first half of the sentence, the young monk couldn't help but nodded, but the second half of the sentence directly made the "Silver Holy Sword" and his group burst.

Take a team to capture and kill the tribe leader?

Six people want to kill a model-level intelligent monster?

What a joke.

"I'm sorry, the Silver Holy Sword does not cooperate with the madman." After holding it in for a long time, the young monk left a sentence and prepared to take the members away.

"I think you should cooperate."
Chapter completed!