The bleak autumn wind, the bleak streets, the prosperity that once caught the eye has become a decay, and the black smoke rising seems to be speechless to tell the sadness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info It's easy to destroy and hard to build, and the town is ruined, but as long as there are people, sooner or later there will be a time when the glory will be restored, and what about the destruction of people's hearts?

The enemies of the Templars know this better than anyone else.

Countless years ago, the Templar used faith to win hearts and minds to achieve the status of the future overlord, and after countless years of subtle changes, the Templar has always stood like an evergreen tree, and the secret is that the Templar has completely integrated itself into the hearts of the people of the Elderland continent.

If we want to subvert the Templar's hegemony on the mainland, we must first strip the Templar of the close ties between it and the hearts of the people.

Throughout the history books, it is sometimes difficult to understand that a seemingly trivial event suddenly changes the course of history, as if it were a trigger that moves the whole body, and the glory of yesterday becomes a thing of the past in the blink of an eye. The truth of history is always varied, but what is certain is that every thing that affects the course of history is inseparable from the contradictions of the times, regardless of whether there is artificial impetus behind the contradictions of the times.

The Cologne Rebellion, the Droschchen tragedy, and the Braunschweig-Sarus line in an emergency......

When this series of highly targeted sensational events spread throughout Eldran, I am afraid that everyone knows that the catastrophe is coming, and that jihad is about to inevitably affect every country and people.

If the allies who subverted the Templars wanted to win in this holy war that would determine the hegemony of the continent, they would inevitably weaken the Templars in many ways, and the most important thing in success or failure was the control of the human heart.

From the vast network of conspiracy they plotted against people's hearts, the Cologne chaos was only the tip of the iceberg that was revealed, and no matter how it turned out, it could not change the tide of the general trend.

Charan never expected himself to save Cologne, in short, he didn't have the strength to do so, because the enemies he had to face were so terrifying that Mommer had to retreat.

He wanted to become the hero of Cologne, and his goal was nothing more than to gain attention and attract the attention of the Templar higher-ups, so that he could get into the heart of the Templar. It is undeniable that his thoughts are a little naïve, because reality is never as beautiful as imagined, and the so-called cruelty is nothing more than reality shattering his illusions and going against his will. If everything will go as you envision, either you are the chosen one of fate, or you are living in a dream.

The definition of a hero is relatively broad, a father can be a hero in the hearts of his son, a husband can be a hero in the hearts of his wife, theoretically anyone can be a hero, but what if you want to become a hero recognized by the public? This is a question worth pondering, because from the very beginning, Xia Lan was not ready to become a hero.

As he rode his horse on the way to the church of Barria, Charan gradually understood his next thoughts, and his declaration to the people at the city gate was true and false, and in fact there was hardly any lie on any other question than his true purpose.

Before rescuing Cologne, Mommer told him a lot of hidden secrets, which would undoubtedly bring a lot of convenience to his actions, at least so that he could have a clear understanding of the situation in Cologne, and he would not be ignorant and hit his head in a dead end.

There are many ways to break the Cologne deadlock, but unfortunately Mommer is afraid to implement it, and it just so happens that Xia Lan is willing to jump out and take on this problem, so he simply pushes the boat, even if something happens in the end, he has a reason to shirk.

Obtaining permission from the Bishop of Baria was one of his tasks.

Xia Lan was vaguely aware of the other party's use, but the two had their own needs, and what made him care more was the game psychology of Momer trying to secretly compete with the people behind the scenes, and the reason for such a change was probably because of Herris.

When there was only one block left from the Balia Church, Xia Lan could not be stopped from appearing unexpectedly, and the person who appeared was still the person he did not want to face.

"What? Is there no one left under Momer? I only sent you? ”

He was not the only one who spoke, but the Templars who followed him recognized each other's identities.

Casal, former Momer's personal aide-de-camp.

Knowing that he was already a traitor to the Templar inserted into the Templar by the heretic, after years of emotional trouble, a Templar could not help but feel sad and said, "Lord Casal, why did you turn your back on the Templar and join the heresy? Don't you know what you're doing? ”

"Lan Miu? I remember you, who accompanied me six years ago to exterminate the cultists who roamed the Senro Hills...... And you, Incs, Hyde, Ben, Cremont...... I didn't expect Mommer to send you, who have the most combat experience in the knight brigade, to ......," Casal said with a look of emotion as usual, still wearing the armor exclusive to the Templars, with the long sword at his waist in his hand. "And do you know that going to Cologne means a point of no return?"

"Of course we do, but for the sake of the glory of the Templars, we are not afraid to sacrifice anything to save the innocent people of Cologne." One of the older knights spoke in a stiff tone.

The Templars were the most jealous and hateful of the Templars, even if they were their comrades and superiors who fought alongside them.

Casal shook his head, and then said solemnly, "I know it's hard for you to accept the facts in front of you, but I still have to declare my identity to you again, I, Casal, have always been a member of the Legion of Spirits under the Subverted Fangs. ”

"So you're trying to say that you never turned your back on the Templar?" A sharp-tongued knight sneered.

"I just want to shoot separately without worrying about the past." Casal said indifferently. "After all, we are in a distinctly hostile position."

"One last time, I'll call you Lord Casal." A grim-faced knight said, "I have one more question that I hope to be answered, what about all the members of the second squad that Captain Mommer assigned to you in the first place?" ”

"Except for a few people who have already secretly taken refuge in us, everyone else has been secretly dealt with by us." Casal wrote lightly, not in the slightest guilt for his maddening cruelty.

"Did you really kill them?" The questioning knight said in disbelief.

"You seem to have forgotten how you dealt with heretics over the years." Casal chuckled, "Why is it that the same thing is normal for you, but overreact to me?" ”

"Because they're all goddamn heretics!" The knight said indignantly.

"But from my point of view, aren't you damned heretics?" Casal retracted a smile. "It's useless to talk too much, let's take a shot, at least everyone will be happy."

"Green! This is left to me and Ramueings, and you and the others must break through their blockade and break into the church of Balia, and obtain the bishop's permission to send troops!" "Whispering to Charan is the older knight Cremont.

"You're sending you to death!" Xia Lan frowned.

"You don't know Kassar's strength, if we stay and fight with him, we will all die, but with a few of us desperately delaying each other, we can still exchange for everyone's life, if so, what will you choose?" Cremont sighed.

“…… May the light be with you. ”

After a moment of silence, Xia Lan only had a blessing.

"The rest obey! Break through with me! ”

Cremont's decision was heard by everyone for a short time, and the resolute Charan did not hesitate to turn his horse's head and launch a fierce charge towards the weak point in the opponent's encirclement.

"Stop them!"

Seeing this, Cassar's expression immediately turned grim, and the long sword pressed on his waist was instantly drawn, and his figure moved, intending to catch up with them immediately, but who expected that Clemmont and Lammian Ings unexpectedly blocked his way!

"Even if you want to stop me?"

Casal's action was blocked, and he was suddenly furious, and in the surrounding area, several people in Cremont were like thunder, and a strong sense of suffocation swept down, and his body seemed to be stiff and difficult to move, and he could only watch the opponent's long sword slash at him.

The three of them glanced at each other, and their eyes revealed a resolute determination without hesitation.

Faith sacrifice

Three dazzling pillars of light soaring into the sky above Cologne.

……

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To be sure, you may not be accustomed to the Templars, but you can't deny the good qualities of the Templars.

From the moment the Templars were born, they were the model for all knights.

The strict adherence to the doctrinal code not only strengthened them, but also forged them to shine in the hearts of the world.

Loyal, heroic, fearless.

Countless words of praise have been deserved on them.

Because this is the program that they have proved to believe in by their actions from generation to generation.

Without the obstruction of a strong man like Casal, Xia Lan and the others easily broke through the siege and successfully escaped the pursuers behind them, all thanks to the chance of escape that Clemmont and they exchanged their lives for.

Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.

While it is sad to lose one's companions and be powerless, it is even more tragic to see that the person who killed one's companion was once the ruler he respected.

When the magnificent Basilica of Baria gradually came into view, everyone raised their swords without joy or sorrow.

"Crossbow! Put! ”

Ahead, a column of sergeants in sharp armor were waiting for them, and a crossbow car **** sent out crossbow arrows with thick arms.

Even though Xia Lan could dodge the crossbow arrows, but the war horse under him couldn't, as the war horse let out a miserable neigh, the pierced body fell in pain, relying on agile skills, when the war horse dragged himself down, Xia Lan's feet had broken free from the stirrups, stepped on the horse's back and jumped high, with a strong inertia to sweep towards the enemy position.

"Bow and crossbow! Shoot! ”

Another cold command.

Xia Lan, who was unavoidable in mid-air, was about to face a dense rain of arrows.

Sword Domain

A cold glint flashed in Xia Lan's eyes.

In an instant, heaven and earth were full of sword qi. (To be continued.) )