Muria and Kaslana, who hid their figures and quietly watched what had just happened in the teleportation hall, watched the figure of the paladin disappear in the teleportation array.

"Do you want to go to Patrick's Fortress? There should be a lot of humans like the paladin just now. ”

"Go. Muria thought back to the weathered face of the paladin who believed in Tyre, the god of justice, and he could not find a trace of fear of death in it.

Ordinary people believe in the gods, pray day and night, and give coins, for what? What do they ask for? Isn't it just that as a devout believer, after death, the gods will protect their souls and enter the kingdom of God to gain eternal life?

However, the holy warrior just now should know what the consequences of rescuing the Kingdom of Bavaria will be if he dies: the soul will sink and fall. But even so, he insisted on going.

Muria saw that his true belief - because Tyr is the god of justice, so he believes in Tyr, not because he believes in Tyre, and follows justice.

After Muria nodded in agreement, Kaslana waved the staff in her hand, invoked the power of the Mage Tower, and cast a teleportation spell of up to eight rings, taking Muria across most of Ionia, teleporting from one part of the continent to the other.

When the two dragons descended on Patrick's fortress and just appeared above this fortress, a noisy sound came to Muria's ears, but Muria did not pay attention to the noise below, his eyes looked outside the fortress, and the shocking scene was attracted.

A wall of gray fog that connects the heavens and the earth, without knowing the starting point and the end, stands less than a kilometer away from the fortress, and always runs parallel to the fortress's city walls.

In the mist, you can see endless ghosts shuttling through it, and on the ground shrouded in mist, you can see some chilling undead wandering.

That fog, which Muria is very familiar with, is the undead gray mist, a derivative of the nine-ring necromancy undead scourge, under its shroud, all the dead will be revived.

"It's the territory of the Kingdom of Bavaria!" Kaslana said, noticing Muria's gaze.

"Who are you?" Just then, a small group of well-armed griffin knights slowly surrounded Muria and Kaslana. "Report your name!"

"Hmm!" Muria frowned slightly, and her gaze swept towards the walls of the fortress below, where dozens of ballistas and even a few magic cannons were moved and aimed at them, in addition to the thousands of soldiers who were either bending their bows or pointing spears at him and Kaslana.

"Presumptuous!" Seeing that she had brought Muria here, she was actually surrounded by a group of humans, and she also made an attack posture, Kaslana was furious.

Thin golden scales emerged from the corners of her eyes, and a faint golden dragon phantom emerged from behind her, spreading the dragon power that had frozen the air, making those griffons let out a frightened cry, their wings fluttering, and they became weak under the dragon power, and they were about to fall with the knight behind them.

"I am the Guardian of the Dawn, Kaslana!" Although angry, the Golden Dragon Imperial Sister still reported her name.

"Misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding!" After hearing Kaslana's voice, a gold-level general flew from the city wall below and bowed and apologized to Muria and Kaslana.

Due to geographical restrictions, this gold-level general has never heard of who the Guardian of the Dawn is, but this does not prevent him from confirming the identities of Muria and Kaslana, two golden dragons, through Long Wei.

Since it is a golden dragon, there is no need to be vigilant at all. So this general, who may have offended someone, apologized to Muria and Kaslana at the same time.

The griffin knights quickly withdrew, the ballistas and magic cannons below were all returned to their positions, and the soldiers with bows and spears were all removed......

"This fortress has entered the highest level of alert, and it can attack at any time, and it can react immediately if there is a disturbance. Muria padded the space ring in his hand, which was their compensation, and looked at the back of the departing general, and said to Kaslana.

"The undead gray mist is so close to them, it's normal for them to have this kind of posture. ”

"Step!" "Step!" ...... The sound of uniform footsteps on the ground was heard, and Muria looked to the source of the sound, and it was a regiment of hoplites lined up in a phalanx of 100 men entering the fortress city.

"How many reinforcements are this?" said Muria and Kaslana as they landed on one of the houses in the fortress.

"God knows how many legions this is, since those fogs appeared, there have been armies entering the fortress, and they have hardly stopped!"

......

"Heh, is this hoarding power and waiting for the Necromantic Council to retreat?" Muriyah heard the comments of some passers-by below, and the corners of her mouth showed a hint of sarcasm.

"Muria, don't you think there are a lot of people in this city?" said Kaslanna, who was standing on a rooftop with Muria, pointing to the almost crowded street below.

"They're all adventurers. Muria looked at the clothes on the pedestrians below and basically confirmed their identities.

"They are also here waiting for the moment when the gray fog of the undead clears. Kaslana had a look of disgust on her face.

"What a disgusting act. Looking at the bustling human beings below, Muria inexplicably thought of those scavenging vultures. A very appropriate metaphor, these adventurers and the kingdom of Orb, which is constantly stationed in the legions, are not the "vultures" waiting to eat the "carrion" of the Bavarian kingdom?

These people were disgusting compared to the paladins who had pledged their armor to pay for their passage and had to come to support the Kingdom of Bavaria......

"Another group of lifeless paladins has gathered and are ready to enter the kingdom of Bavaria. A shout was heard, and the street leading to the fortress gate quickly fell silent.

Then, on this crowded street, everyone began to consciously stand on both sides, desperately trying to squeeze on both sides to make way for the central road.

"Step!" "Step!" ...... The sound of horses' hooves on the ground was heard in the quiet streets, and an untidy contingent of cavalry marched along the road where the adventurers were huddled together and wanted to get out of the way.

This cavalry team, which only had more than 300 people, could be said to be pitifully small compared to the hoplite regiment that had just entered the city. But it is this motley cavalry team with different armor and weapons that has an aura that silences the entire fortress.

Because this is a team of holy warriors, each of them has at least ten buff magic on their bodies, shining with a rich divine aura.

This group of holy warriors from different countries, who did not know each other before today, believed in different gods, and formed a team for the sake of justice and to save their compatriots who were deeply trapped in the natural disaster of the undead.

Wherever this team of paladins passed, the adventurers on both sides of the road bowed their heads and saluted them.

At some point, an impassioned piece of music sounded slowly, and the sound of music was heard, and on both sides of the road, one after another, bards took out their instruments and joined them - this is a song that is very widely spread on the mainland, and almost every bard does.

Amidst impassioned, majestic and solemn music, the paladins stepped out of the gates of the fortress that had been opened for them and into the grey mist of the dead...