The Holy Sword Tavern was silent, and there was a trace of sadness in the eyes of the mercenaries who came to the north at the same time as the big-mouthed Burriman, but they were soon amused by what happened to the "big man" Burriman. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

said bad things in front of others, and if there was no accident, Burriman would not want to get it back in this life, the gap between the two people was already bigger than the gap between heaven and earth.

Instead of throwing down a few harsh words in disgrace, Burriman staggered out of the Holy Sword Tavern like a dead dog, staggering out of the Holy Sword Tavern to the laughter of the crowd, leaving a pool of blood on the ground, which fully proved Dalyan's current strength.

"Young Master Dalyan, Young Master Renault has been in the limelight lately, are you..."

The owner of the tavern, a veteran from the territory of the Holy Light Monastery, whispered behind Dalyan, with good intentions, it could be seen that this guy was not a wallgrass.

This sentence earned him a compliment of 1 gold coin, and Dalyan put a cold face and stuffed the "Forest Gold Coins" with the face of Queen Aishara of the Ancient Elven Empire into the boss's hand, and when they left Kalimdor, the elves gave them a "military fee", including several large boxes of this gold coin.

The Cadores used barter, the gold coins were worthless in their eyes, and of course, Tyrande knew that humans liked them, and she did what she liked in order to send Dick away as soon as possible.

The thing itself was a 10,000-year-old antique, and if the tavernkeeper was knowledgeable enough to bring it to the Explorers' Guild at Ironforge, it would be enough to get him a reward for ten years at large.

"Get out of here, Uncle Julmo, take a boat from Nanhai Town to Theramore, what kind of character my brother is, you know better than me, don't worry, with him now, he can't move me!"

"Ugh..."

The tavern owner limped on one leg, lamented, and without saying much, reflexively walked into the back kitchen.

Dalyan's eyes swept over the entire tavern, no one dared to look at him, these mercenaries were the most eye-catching, they knew who could be messed with and who couldn't be messed with, and this knight in front of him belonged to the kind of person they would never afford to mess with.

A couple of Stratholme warbands... Oh no, the paladins of the Silver Dawn walked out of the Holy Sword Tavern, and before they had gone 500 meters, a group of black-clad and black-armored servants poured out of the alley, and surrounded them.

"My dear brother..."

Renault Mograine, who had been severely plucked by Dick at the Northern Frontier Conference, wore a sassy silver armor and carried a war hammer, and walked in from the road where the crowd parted, and the priest in a long skirt followed behind him, but there was not much smile on the face of the priest.

Renault's handsome face was full of hypocritical smiles, he looked at the indifferent Dalyan, he hadn't seen him for a year, and his momentum as an unsuccessful brother was really amazing.

Especially when Dalyan opened his scarred eyes and looked at him, Renault felt as if he was being targeted by a wolf, which made him stop his steps about to step, but soon, Renault felt humiliated by his frightened state, the smile on his face turned cold, he looked at Dalyan, and said the second half of his sentence indifferently.

"You shouldn't have come back! You, who had gone your own way and wanted to follow Dick's scumbag to Kalimdor, have been stripped of all inheritance rights by your father, and now you are coming back to wagging your tail and begging for mercy?"

Renault humiliated Dalyan who had been kicked out of his house by Alessandro, and he proudly reached out and flicked the dust that didn't exist on his cuffs.

"Of course, we are brothers after all, and I think I can be merciful if you agree to leave the ranks of that bastard of Dick and pledge your allegiance to me..."

"Bang!"

Renault's body flew up, he felt as if he had been hit head-on by a mammoth, Dalyan appeared in front of him as if he was teleporting, and the punch broke his gorgeous armor on the spot, making him fly in the air three times, and finally fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The relatively heavy hammer was held in Dalyan's hand, and the young man tilted his head to look at his brother who was lying on the ground moaning, and threw it casually, and the hammer was thrown to Renault's side.

Along with it, and Dalyan's cold voice like ice,

"Take your kindness, Renault, and your title, I don't need that anymore!"

"Do it! Do it! Kill them!"

Renault's low and grim voice made the black-armored and black-clad servants around him hesitate for a moment, but then he drew his weapons, and the knights behind Dalyan saw this scene, pulled out the horn made of dragon bones from their waists, put it to the corner of their mouths, and blew it.

"Woo!woo!woo!"

The moment the horn sounded, the leader of the Black Armor Army, who had also been on the battlefield, looked at Dalyan who drew his weapon with eyes like a madman.

Hell, it's the Stormtroopers! Are they crazy?

Two seconds later, their shadows twisted strangely.

"Who is it! Who is blowing the trumpet in this holy place! Are they crazy?"

In the Chapel of the Light's Wish in the center of the town, the Ashbringer who had interrupted an important meeting slapped his angry palm on the table, and as the Ashbringer rose, the flame of justice spread far away in Kalimdor, and Alessandro's power grew stronger.

Everyone knows that after the "death" of Uther, the only great knight who could suppress Alessandro, the conflict of faith within the Knights of the Silver Hand has actually sprouted, and the aggressive old Mograine originally had his own opponents, who planned to popularize the noble paladin profession to the commoners, and the Battler of Stansom, who was weak but extremely influential, Dick Don.

However, at the Eastern Continental Conference after the destruction of Dalaran, Dick Tang, who had gradually gained the upper hand, suddenly announced that he would go to Kalimdor to participate in the "Demon War" with the rising Stratholme warband, everyone thought he was crazy, but Dick was not only crazy, but also went crazy with his warband.

After the Stratholme Warband symbolically left some new recruits in Stratholme and left the northern frontier, the old Mograine was completely left without opponents.

Grand Knight Gavinrad went to the south of the continent to recruit new soldiers, Grand Knight Dasohan guarded the crusader fortress, and Tirio Fortin, the controversial Grand Knight was bent on reconquiring the lost land, and no one was there to check and balance Alessandro.

Even the life of the civilian paladins is not easy, because everyone knows that the Grand Knight of Alessandro is eager to send all the civilian paladins who are not from noble backgrounds to the battlefield, of course, this statement is a bit excessive, the old Mograine just sticks to his own set of rules of conduct, in fact, in the current battle, unless the old Mograine is crazy, he will refuse more and more civilian paladins to join this "justice" battle.

But don't expect the current leader of the Silver Hand Knights to be very good to the civilian paladins, after all, the old Mograini is three generations up, all of them are from the great nobility, and the concept of maintaining the rule of the nobility has long been integrated into his bones.

Today, it is the Great Council of the Grand Knight Alessandro, the great Ember Messenger, who demanded "control of the legitimacy of the paladins", and the old Mograine intends to split the civilian paladins from the hands of silver and form another knightly order specifically for them to be "easy to manage".

But at the very moment of voting, this horn sound is so annoying.

"Farbanks, go see what's going on outside?"

Old Mograini gave an order to the loyal adjutant, and the armor-clad Fairbanks quietly walked outside the gate, Alessandro muttered for nearly half a minute, looked at the middle and senior commanders in front of him, and raised his hand,

"Then, everyone, let's vote, and raise your hands if you agree to the establishment of the new Knights!"

"Whew!Whew!Whew!"

There was a roar of raised hands, and General Abydis, the silent Grand Knight of Dasohan, Tyran Fordin, Grand Prosecutor Ethanlien, and Archmage Fao, all of whom raised their hands, even the two-thirds of the commanders raised their left hands.

No one thought that old Mograini should be angered by this trivial matter, after all, just assigning the civilian paladins to another knight order did not have much impact on the battle situation, in fact, even the civilian paladins in the knights did not react very violently to this matter.

After all, in this day and age, not everyone has a rebellious heart like Dick.

Old Mograine nodded in satisfaction,

"Very good, then this is the end of the issue of the Second Knights, let's talk about the next thing, regarding the proposal to form a special group "Scarlet Crusaders", I will personally provide the Holy Light Monastery as a boot camp for the Scarlet Crusaders!"

The old General Abydis bowed his head and said, "The Hand of Tyr is the stronghold of the Scarlet Crusaders, and it is very suitable!"

Even young Tyran spoke, "My father told me that if the Knights are in need, the Valley of the Hearth can also be used as a resting place for the Scarlet Crusaders, after all, there are not many paladins who specialize in punishment spells, and for the increasingly serious situation, we really need a team that dares to fight like the Stratholme Warband!"

Old Mograine did not ask for a show of hands this time, and in fact, there was no need to vote on this matter, but just as the old knight was about to dismiss the meeting, a warm voice came into the Chapel of the Light's Wish.

"I'm sorry, but I'm against the formation of the Scarlet Crusaders!"

The next moment, the door was pushed open, and old Mograini's face suddenly became gloomy, and the expressions of the other participants also changed greatly!

Because Alessandro's eldest son, the new "knight star" Renaud Mograini, was held on the shoulders by a tall figure, and there were three hundred fierce knights wearing black bearskins, carrying weapons, and wearing armor standing outside the hall, just the murderous aura of opening the door made everyone present look sideways.

But surprisingly, in addition to the high-ranking knight of Eregor who took off his helmet, the leader was a slender high elf, judging from the dress, she should also be a paladin, but almost no one here has seen her, on the contrary, everyone knows the tall figure of Renault who carries life and death.

Dalyan Mograini!

Half a year ago, the second son who was expelled from the house by the elder Mograini.

But this identity alone was not enough to surprise the paladins present, mainly when Dalyan raised his head, the terrifying scar on his face, the knife mark that crossed his left eye, made people can't help but think of what kind of battle, what kind of powerful warrior can endure such pain.

"Father... I'm back!"

"Bang!"

With a wave of Dalyan's hand, Dalyan's dead dog-like Renault was thrown into the hall, the shocking blood trail extending a lot along the ground, and the "Knight Nova" rolled forward like a log, knocking over several chairs.

But in this solemn and suffocating scene, no one dared to reach out to help this noble son.

In the silence, the old knight stood up on the table, he didn't pay attention to Dalyan, but set his eyes on Liadrin's body, others don't know, how could he not know, this female knight is the retinue of that guy Dick!

Dick!The guy who would only cause trouble for everyone even if he went to Kalimdor!

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There shouldn't be any more mistakes this time.,There should be another recommendation next week.,After the next big recommendation is over.,It'll be on the shelves.。。。 At that time, I will have to rely on the support of my brothers~~~