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A tired-looking Terrance Storm sat in his chair and looked at the mountain of papers on the table.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, but it was the Golden Rite Crew who had stayed in Stormwind City.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

"I remember that Your Excellency went out of the city to pursue the Fallen, right?"

Terrance raised an eyebrow, as it was late at night, and the sound of pouring rain mixed with thunder resounded outside the window, and he noticed that the priest of the Golden Rite had an extremely ugly face.

"Lord Terrence, Lord Randall saved your life, and the Golden Festival helped you regain your position, right?"

The priest took a deep breath, his expression extremely complicated.

Terrance was stunned, his brown eyes flickering slightly, and then narrowed.

"Wait a minute."

Although he was older, he was still quite athletic, and he pulled up the curtains a few times, and then lit the magic lamp in the room.

The room was illuminated by a warm orange light, and the priest's face looked a little better.

"If there's a place for me, I'm obligated to do it."

"As long as it doesn't violate principles."

Terrance pondered for a moment, calmly staring at the priest in front of him.

"Lord of Terrance—"

Hearing the second sentence, the priest frowned, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Terrance.

The old city lord raised a hand, and his brown eyes were a little sharp.

"Kozmo's actions are very unorthodox, but I know that he usually doesn't have the courage to do that."

"I heard that this edict was signaled by the Duke of Dreiser to close the passage of the Beast Car Avenue, which is already the greatest tolerance."

"You'd better just say what you mean."

The priest was silent for a long time, then sighed.

"Our team has been attacked outside the city, and Lord Randall and many of his samurai have been killed."

"What?!"

Terrance, who had always been calm, was shocked and slammed to his feet, knocking over the teacup in his hand, and the tea spilled on the important papers.

"You're right, we're going to rush back to the Golden Sect overnight to ask for support."

The priest had expected such a reaction from Terrance, "So please lend us a boat." ”

Due to the order of Duke Dreiser, the Beast Car Avenue has been blocked, and it is no longer possible to rush back to the Golden Sect with the power of the Driving Beast, and now they can only ask Stormwind City to take the initiative to send them back to the Golden Sect with a ship.

The dignified golden festival actually begged the city lord to give them the convenience of escaping, and the priest felt that his face was hot.

But the thought of the figure who fought in and out of the Luna warrior group and finally completely crushed Randall made him terrified.

"Golden Festival, is this an escape?"

Terrance calmed down and looked directly at the priest in front of him, catching the look of fear hidden in his eyes.

"You don't understand at all!"

The priest's eyes widened and he was a little hysterical, "He is a terrible degenerate... Only by asking for an oracle from the Lord's Church..."

Thinking of the knight's sword that kept reaping lives, the priest trembled, his shoulders drooped slightly, and he stopped talking.

Yes, Terrance is not wrong at all, it is an indisputable fact that the Golden Festival is ready to escape.

"You'd understand if you'd be there."

The priest closed his eyes in agony, muttering about the glory of the moon god.

Terrance, who had read countless people, hesitated, to be honest, the priest's words were too incredible.

How could the dignified golden festival be destroyed in such a short period of time, he almost thought that the other party was a priest in disguise.

He was rescued from the mine area by Randall and the others, and he saw the great strength of the Great Priest with his own eyes, the Red Crystal Troll more than three meters tall was swallowed by the light, and the Fallen killed so many Stormwind Knights, but he was no match for it.

Such a powerful great priest suddenly died?

But he obviously felt that the priest in front of him was not lying, and this should not be the acting skills of the Golden Sect, because there was no benefit to be made.

For a moment, he felt a sense of crisis no less than being in a mining area.

"Will the Fallen you are talking about attack Stormwind?"

Terrance stared at the priest in front of him, his hand holding the quill trembling slightly.

"It is precisely because of this possibility that we need to hurry back to the Golden Cult and ask the oracle to destroy this degenerate."

The priest's face was a little terrified, and at that moment, the door of concealment was pushed open.

The person who came was the old priest who had returned to Stormwind City with the convoy of the Golden Festival, Quentin Grote.

He seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, his eyes were deep-set, and his face was haggard.

"Are you, Mr. Grote?"

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

Seeing the appearance of the old priest, the priest appeared very calm, and Terrance was stunned for a moment, and then stepped forward with concern.

"There's a lot going on, Master Terrance."

The old priest sighed deeply, and Terrance was shocked.

"What this priest said is true, and I ask Lord Terrance to grant him the right to use the ship."

"Stormwind is in danger right now."

Quentin Grote had the trust of Terrance before, and as a representative of Stormwind's traditional aristocratic forces, he was almost a close confidant of Terrance.

The weight of these words was much heavier than what the priest of the Golden Rite had said.

"I'll think about it, soon."

Terrance frowned, looked at the old priest in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

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The second peak, the village of Randolph.

Due to the storm, the villagers put aside their plans to move for the time being and returned to their respective homes.

Leo, along with Randolph, Lindsay, and Kelsey, all gathered in a spacious cabin to discuss business.

"Those samurai believers, did they really leave?"

Randolph looked hesitantly at Leo, then at Kelsey.

"Are you questioning Lord Leo?"

Kelsey was a little displeased and said coldly.

For Randolph, it was shocking that the white-robed team, which almost covered a small mountain, chose to retreat overnight.

It wasn't an ordinary team, he had learned from the villagers he had gathered that some of the samurai cultists had golden streaks on their backs.

It is likely to be a special force of the Luna Sect Nation, and Randolph's heart trembled when he thought of this.

The legendary Black Crime Codex, or the Tricolor Festival active on the border?

If Kelsey hadn't come back unharmed, he might have braved the storm and moved out of here.

"Mr. Leo?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Lindsay looked at Leo with some confusion, and the latter was shocked and smiled awkwardly.

Kelsey looked over too, her red eyes full of worry.

Apparently, they thought Leo might have been injured.

"It's fine, it's just, I'm in some trouble."

Leo looked at the translucent panel in front of him and smiled bitterly.