Hey, it's awesome to have NPCs help clean up your mess, right? Will you foolish bunch cherish your lives a bit more?
You're all my precious assets, after all.
"Charge, charge, charge! Quickly! Shield warrior, advance!"
Stick Brother flapped his hand through the dissipating smoke, roaring and leading the charge.
He had already specialized in sword and shield amongst the tomb sword guards, and Bull Bull had done the same. However, in the Three Five Battles of Wumeioge's team, he promoted himself from a witch-hunting apprentice to a full-fledged witch hunter. Even though he also wielded a sword and shield, his defensive tactics were clearly not the same as the vampire shield warriors'.
With the loud invocation of Avalon's name, a series of Energy Thorns spiraled out, creating a thicker layer of psychic defense on the armor and shield of the Three Five Battles.
He himself was suffused with green light, a long-lasting passive healing effect constantly in effect within his body.
