The results were unsatisfactory, and what the villagers described was no different from what Randolph had said. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"They don't lie, they really don't know anything about the situation."

"That fallen mage whose strength is close to the fourth level, ordinary warrior believers can't subdue her, maybe it's because of the use of special props."

Eros lost the light in his blue eyes, looked at the villagers who were prostrate on the ground, and turned to Leo and whispered.

"Besides, after all this time, I don't know how far the current Luna Sect has grown."

Iros added, with regret in his brow, "I don't really support you in saving the Fallen, but I think you have your own ideas, and I can't stop you." ”

"Even if I wipe out the Luna Cult?"

Leo raised an eyebrow and looked at Iros with interest.

"Now I am attached to you, and if you die, I will not be able to live."

"If you do that, maybe... I'll settle accounts with you after I regain my strength."

Iros's beautiful eyes couldn't help but move away, and he sighed.

Her voice was soft, and the threat was soft, as if she was coquettish.

"My lord, they really didn't lie, the warrior believers of the Luna Sect are really-"

Randolph noticed Leo's silence and was a little anxious, for fear of angering Leo, and the matter he had just discussed would come to naught.

"Mr. Leo, are you going to save Miss Kelsey?"

Lindsay looked at Randolph with his head bowed, and the shivering villagers, and immediately felt a little uneasy, and walked from the shade of the tree, and after a while understood what had happened.

Her brown eyes were very clear, and there was no mixed emotion.

"What do you think?"

Leo pondered for a moment, then tossed the question to Lindsay.

"I think you should go and save her."

She then spoke to Randolph, the other gathering villagers, and even Iros, who were surprised.

Leo was a little stunned, as if he had seen Lindsay for the first time.

In his thoughts, Lindsay might shake her head and say she didn't know, but it didn't seem to be the case now, and her figure was different for a moment.

"She knows a lot of secrets about you, she has seen the black dragon of the Storm Sea with her own eyes, and she can do a lot of things for you, so it's a pity to be captured by the Moon God Sect like this."

"You're definitely going to be the one who wants to be at the top of your game, and she's a key cornerstone on that path, like the red carpet in front of the throne."

"At least I think she's worth your rescue, and this is not an opportunity for her to be completely loyal to you."

She looked at Leo motionlessly, then leaned down slightly, the aristocratic etiquette she had learned from Kelsey not long ago.

The crowd was deeply surprised by Lindsay's words.

"I can only give you a very small piece of advice, Mr. Leo."

"No, it's not a trivial suggestion."

Leo's eyes lit up, as if admiring a gem, "It's so precious, Lindsay." ”

・・・

Red Rock Coast, first peak, forested area.

Dressed in uniform white robes, tall samurai believers walked through the blood-soaked meadows, carefully examining the corpses of the Red Rock Thieves.

"My lord, the magic fluctuations on this mountain peak are almost gone, and there should be no more thieves left."

"The number of thieves is a bit small, probably recently swept away."

"This is the attendance record of the Stormwind Knights, please take a look."

Several priests worked on various papers, and then whispered to the middle-aged blonde man at the front of the line.

Ahead lies the endless Stormwind Sea, and the sky is a little gray at this time, which seems to be a precursor to the arrival of a storm, according to experienced Stormwind fishermen.

With his feet on the edge of the mountain and looking out at the gray sky, Randall smiled.

The fishermen's statement was accurate, and for the vast majority of Stormwind, he was the real Storm.

"Alright, call Quentin Grote here."

"Yes, sir."

The few priests with golden veins retreated respectfully, and the expressionless warrior believers gave way to an unobstructed path.

After a while, Quentin Grote, an old priest with a frightened face, walked up, passed by the priests, and bowed down respectfully.

The priests nodded, which was regarded as a return salute to the old priest.

"There is no need to be so restrained, Mr. Grote, under the glory of the moon god everyone is equal."

One of the priests responded politely and turned away.

Looking at the distant backs of those priests, and the dazzling golden lines on the white robes, Quentin Grote felt his heart pound.

As the chief priest of the Luna Church in Stormwind City, he had also heard of the "Golden Cult", the famous name of the Eastern Church.

The golden veins are the symbol of the "Golden Festival", one of the three festivals of the Golden Sect, and every member of the Golden Festival is a strong man who is good at mantra magic, and he is already a big man in the border area.

It is said that the lieutenant of the "Light Festival" of the "Light Festival" in the triple festival, the "Light Speaker, Hakunoku Official", is one of the few powerhouses in the border area.

Quentin Grote looked up cautiously, but when he saw the corner of the man's white robe, a pious prayer sounded in his ears.

"Luna Glory."

Quentin Grote took a deep breath and straightened his chest to meet Randall's dark blue eyes.

The moment he spit out the words of the glory of the moon god, he felt that he had entered the vast starry sky, the shining stars, the deep and dark night sky, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes invisibly, peeking into his inner world.

When he came back to his senses, there was only an endless gray sky in front of him, and the smiling blonde priest, Randall.

"You are a devout believer and worthy of admiration."

Randall put away his smile, put on a serious expression, and bowed solemnly to Quentin Grote.

"It's a great honor, Lord Randall."

Quentin Grote was a little stunned, and hurriedly returned the salute, "I also want to thank you for saving my life and freeing me from the clutches of the Fallen. ”

"I have the power to lift your curse, but unfortunately, I didn't lift it."

Randall smiled and said nothing, "As a traditional nobleman, you can stand up to yourself under the oppression of Kozmo, and this perseverance is worth learning from all the nobles of Stormwind City. ”

"You're already a role model, so I hope you don't hide anything."

Quentin Grote nodded like a chicken pecking rice, his eyes full of respect and piety.

"I heard that you met a young man with a divine aura, well, according to the intelligence, he came in the beast chariot of Qiyan City, and he is a great swordsman."

"Can you talk to me about him?"

Randall asked, smiling reverently.