Chapter 637

Name:Warhammer Wizard Author:Emperor
The first impression of this Barack was black.

If it weren't for his ears not being pointed, the outline of his ears was exactly the same as that of a human being, and his figure was much taller than that of a dark elf, about 1.85 meters. Just looking at his dark skin, one would almost think he was another dark elf.

Raistlin even suspected that Barack and Izzet could become friends because of his dark skin.

There are actually darker-skinned branches of humans, and they used to be numerous.

They call themselves Bangtu people.

In the past, the black Bantu people mainly lived in the "Continent of Afidland", that is, the continent where the Ramon Empire is located. It is located in the southwest of the Old Continent, and there is a peninsula connecting the two. But during the millennium of darkness, more than 70% of the land in Afidland had been transformed into abyssal wasteland by evil energy, leaving only the Ramon Empire in the north, which is now called the "Dark Continent".

Originally, there were only a few Bangtu people in the population, and the survivors who survived escaped into the Ramon Empire and mixed with the lighter-skinned Ramon people, and their skin color became lighter.

All the people of the Ramon Empire are believers of the sun god "Geon", and the Church of the Sun is their state religion.

This is an ancient kingdom ruled by the Sun Knights.

The eyes of the soul saw that Barac had mastered the Holy Light and possessed part of the Sun Knight's ability. Combined with his skin color, it was as expected that he was a half-breed Bantu from the Ramon Empire.

Sure enough, Barack confirmed it as soon as he opened his mouth.

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He greeted them in a strange Imperial language, "Barack has met you two, and I have known you for a long time."

Then he bowed politely, and when he bent down, he revealed a few long braids of black hair hanging behind his back.

Both Raistlin and Athena nodded in response.

After Izzet finished introducing the two parties, the entire team of five sat down.

Athena was still looking at Barack. This was the first time she had seen a dark-skinned human being, and she couldn't see his extraordinary profession, so she was inevitably a little curious, and asked aloud: "Where did Mr. Barack come from? What occupation is it?"

Barack has a more active personality, and he is clearly a cheerful person.

Especially when faced with a question from a stunning beauty, he replied without hesitation: "I was born in the Ramon Empire, my father is from Bangtu, and my mother is from Ramon, so I look darker. Standing together is like brothers, hahaha..."

As he spoke, he put his arms around the dark elf's shoulders, making Izzit, who was not used to touching people, look helpless, and retorted: "I don't have a brother as tall as you."

Dark elves are the shortest branch of the elves. The average height of men is less than 1.7 meters, and women are shorter, most of them are less than 1.6 meters, which is similar to human women.

"Then you have it now." Barack responded humorously.

Athena was immediately amused by him.

The corner of Raistlin's mouth twitched, and Downsos also had a smile on his face. Everyone was unknowingly infected by this funny Bontu, and quickly drew closer.

"As for my occupation..." Barack looked at Raistlin and said with a smile: "I heard from Izzet that Mr. Raistlin's strength is unfathomable, and his eyesight is even more amazing. When we first met, we could tell that he was a demon hunter. So I'm curious, can you also guess my extraordinary profession?"

He got up to show off his weaponry and turned around.

Raistlin raised an eyebrow.

It was the first time for Athena and Doensos to see Barack, and they observed him with thinking expressions on their faces.

Just looking at Barack's figure, tall and thin, with slender and flexible limbs, one can tell that he is an agility transcendent.

Generally, agility transcendents, such as shadow fighters, rangers, and wolf demon hunters, would wear light leather armor to reduce their load.

Barack is almost the same, his inner lining is dark blue light leather armor, but there is also a layer of metal armor, made of some kind of magic alloy, the dark gold color has been matte, engraved with runes, covering the chest The front and back, shoulders, arms, thighs and calves are firmly combined with the leather lining, which not only improves the defense but does not affect the flexibility, it is obviously tailor-made.

Then, on the outermost layer, he was wearing an off-white swallowtail trench coat, with two split tails hanging down to the ground, and a high collar that could protect the neck and shoulders.

Imagine that when Barack runs at high speed, the dovetail of the windbreaker and the braids at the back of his head are fluttering in the wind, it must be very elegant and cool.

On his waist covered by the windbreaker, there are two uniquely shaped soul guns hanging on the left and right sides.

The two guns have different shapes, one is long and the other is short.

The long one seems to be carved out of white jade. It is as simple and vicissitudes as an ancient relic. It is strange that there is no muzzle; the short one is cast with gold and silver magic metal. how long.

This is the most obvious sign, making Athena immediately think that Barack is a gunman, but the answer cannot be so obvious.

She also came into contact with the soul gun in Glamorgan, and Renn also gave her a bolter as a gift, which was hidden in the nebula ring.

Barak's two weapons felt extraordinary, as if they were different from the Empire's Soul Gun.

Moreover, he is from the Ramon Empire, so it is difficult to get access to the Empire's soul gun.

The seemingly nondescript armor equipment, two strange soul guns, and the faintly sensed blazing holy light made Athena confused.

She has never seen such a peculiar extraordinary profession.

Daensos also shook his head, and said frankly: "I can't see it, but it must be related to the shooter. Don't tell me that your two guns are just for display."

"Of course not, this is my baby."

Barack laughed, and patted his own guns, very proud.

"You were the Sun Knight at first, and you merged with the main soul of the gunner when you were promoted to a higher level, and broke through the legend with the gunner profession, and then at the beginning of the legend, based on the advanced demon soul of the ranger, combined with the specialties of the gunner, you were promoted all the way Reached the legendary high level." Raistlin said indifferently.

His words froze Barack's smile, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

Raistlin continued: "Well... I've heard of your extraordinary profession before. It has been in the Ramon Empire for less than a hundred years, and it has not been recognized by the Church of the Sun. The current profession system is immature and the number of people is very small. You should It's called the Paladin."

"If I'm not mistaken, you are now at level seventeen, and you will break through to level eighteen soon. You should be the highest level Paladin Paladin in the world, right?"

Barack was stunned for a few seconds, and then he sighed sincerely: "I'm convinced!"

"As expected of a knowledgeable wizard, Your Excellency Raistlin is so knowledgeable." He took out a soul stone and threw it to Izzet, "I would like to accept the bet, this satyr's demon soul is yours."

"You still bet?" Athena asked in surprise.

"Hehe...it's just a small bet." Barack shrugged nonchalantly, "I thought I could win, but I didn't expect Raistlin to give me a hard blow."

Izzet put away the soul stone, and said proudly, "I told you earlier."

"Are you really the Holy Gun Ranger?" Dawnsos was more concerned about this matter, he had never heard of this extraordinary profession before.

"Yes." Barack nodded.

He sighed and said, "Raistlin is right. The Paladin's professional system is immature. Even in the Ramon Empire, there are only less than 200 Paladins. We are all exploring its prospects. Now there are only Three people have been promoted to legend, and I am the luckiest one, the farthest, and the only high-level legend."

"So that's how it is." Dawnsos looked stunned.

It is a brand-new extraordinary profession, and the difficulty of promotion can be imagined. Every fusion of the demon soul is full of unknowns. If you are not lucky, your future will be ruined.

Barack's smooth promotion to the seventeenth level and his strong strength may not be explained by luck.

In fact, in the New World, many extraordinary people are trying to start new careers.

The vast majority fail.

Occasionally, there are a very small number of successful ones, barely merging with the demon soul all the way to promotion, but the combat effectiveness presented is very bad, and the abilities are nondescript. Not to mention compared with the church clergy, the strength is not even as good as the most common basic professions. Did useless work.

Paladin Ranger is developed on the basis of Sun Knight, with a high starting point and strong strength. Barak is the best pioneer, and once successful, he will surely carry forward.

However, Paladin has to face a problem, that is the approval of the sun god.

The sun god Gion is a domineering deity who monopolizes the way of the holy light and regards it as his own authority, and will never allow any mortal or god to get involved.

Barack was born as a Sun Knight, so he was naturally a disciple of Geon.

But he didn't stay in the Ramon Empire, but traveled thousands of miles to the New World. It can be seen that Paladin's situation in the Ramon Empire is not good, and he should be suppressed and excluded by the church.

Some could be guessed from Barack's sigh.

He didn't get discouraged, he immediately cheered up, and said firmly: "The greatest ideal in my life is to break through the holy rank, let the holy gun ranger get the approval of my lord, allow me to impart experience in the Ramon Empire, recruit apprentices, and let more people Become a Paladin!"

"One day, the Holy Gun Ranger will become the backbone force against the abyss!" Barak's sonorous voice echoed in the room like an oath.

"I wish you success!"

Izzet sincerely wished his good friend, and then said longingly: "Holy steps..."

Except for Raistlin, the other three all looked serious.

Throughout the ages, countless geniuses have been stuck at the pinnacle of legend, and breaking through the holy rank is the most difficult hurdle on the road to transcendence, not one of them.

There is a saying in the empire that all under the holy soul are ants.

This sentence actually applies to all countries, all races, and even all planes, up to the heavens and down to the abyss, the realm that countless strong men dream of.

Those present were all legendary high-levels, even legendary peaks. They were a very small group of people closest to the holy level, but they couldn't guarantee that they would be able to break through. The leader of this hunting plan, Izzet, has worked hard for nearly 20 years. Even if he successfully obtained the blood and flesh essence of Balor, he is less than 30% sure of breaking through the holy rank.

Everyone was silent for a while.

Raistlin's mind was wandering, but Barack, the Holy Gun Ranger, gave him some inspiration.

The Gunwing Knight of Glamorgan also mastered the power of the Holy Light. His main weapon was a submachine gun he built himself, which was very similar to the Paladin's style.

The eye of the soul observes the elements of Barac. The lethality of his soul gun is extremely strong, comparable to that of a spellcaster. Various bullets have different functional effects, have a certain healing ability, have a long attack range, and have the speed of a ranger , the Holy Light can also restrain demons, and its overall strength is similar to that of the priests created by the gods.

In the future, Barak can be used as a template for the promotion of the Spear Wing Knight.

Barack said that one day, the Paladin will become the backbone of the defense against the abyss, and perhaps this dream can be realized by the Knights of the Spearwing.

Ren, who was far away in Modu, stopped his work, stroked his chin, and his eyes flashed with contemplation.

"Well……"

"After this hunting plan is over, we can get in touch with Belak and ask him for some experience." Raistlin thought to himself, "I hope he can survive from Balor's hands."

Clap!

Izzet clapped his hands to break the silence in the room, stood up and looked around everyone, and said seriously: "Everyone, we are all here, it's time to talk about my plan."

Everyone nodded silently.

The dark elf took out a map and spread it out on the table. The map was quite old, and some of the handwriting on it seemed to have been written many years ago, and it had been supplemented and read many times.

"That's what we're aiming for, Demover."

Izzet pointed to the center of the map and drew a gate of the abyss. His fingers circled around the gate of the abyss, including most of the map, and said: "This area is about 50,000 square miles. The ruins of the dwarf city in the third era are the center, all of which belong to the territory of 'Demaertu'."

Daensos asked in surprise, "Dimaertu is the name of that Balor?"

"That's right." Izzet replied: "Thirteen years ago, when I was hunting demons on the Dunmerfur Plateau, I saw it from afar."

"Later, I sneaked into Dunmerfor a few times, approaching the gate of the abyss it guarded, and heard the devil calling its name."

"As far as I can judge, Dimaertu was promoted to the demon lord for less than three hundred years, and his status in the abyss sequence is not high, so he was sent to the New World to guard the gate of the abyss. Its strength is roughly equivalent to the 22nd level of the holy rank For an extraordinary person, the error will not exceed one level."

Barack shook his head, "Twenty-two, it's hard to deal with! And it's the most powerful Barlow."

As we all know, Balor Balrog has already stood at the pinnacle of demon evolution.

It has almost no shortcomings, its huge body is extremely powerful, its strength defense is impeccable, and it also masters two types of spells, fire and mind. The most important thing is that Barlow is the commander of the demon legion. He never fights alone. Every time he fights, he will call the demon legion to join the battle.

Not to mention, this Barlow Balrog is also the guardian of a large abyss gate.

There are countless demon armies around the gate of the abyss. As long as the gate of the abyss does not fall, the reinforcements will continue to flow inexhaustibly. There are hundreds or even thousands of demon lairs in its territory, forming an army of countless monsters. There are countless legendary monsters alone.

However, Izzet is confident.

"My plan is very simple, that is to force Dimaertu to leave the gate of the abyss, so that he cannot get the support of the abyss, and take the opportunity to siege and kill him." The dark elf's eyes fell on Raistlin, "The key to implementing this plan is to It's Mister Raistlin."