Ye Wuqi held the sword of the paladin in his hand, and his three-dimensional facial features looked handsome and chic in the light and shadow.

Phocloe fell to his knees in a daze, he couldn't understand why the Paladin's Sword had chosen such a small Oriental. Although he knew that the miracle city of Mainrui was a place of racial integration on a grand scale, proclaiming equality and freedom, eliminating discrimination, and fraternity and mutual assistance, after all, it originated in the West, and many bloodlines and systems followed the classical atmosphere of the West, and the nobility of Western blood was formed in the subconscious of the people. Therefore, in the lofty ideal realm, the darkness obscured by the system has become a tacit atmosphere for everyone, and as a descendant of an authentic Western knight, Phoclo is deeply benefited.

He never doubted that he would lose the competition for the Sword of the Paladin, even before entering the Minoan Labyrinth. He was indomitable and fierce, fighting bloodily, stepping through countless ups and downs and killing countless demonic beasts. It can be said that on this road to the paladin, he is determined and does not have any hesitation and doubts at both ends of the first rat.

There are also many powerful knights, mages, warriors, elven archers, and dwarven warriors who enter the labyrinth together. Phoclo was able to reach the finish line first, and it has to be said that apart from the luck component, his strength is undoubted.

Phoclo's trembling hands could no longer hold the heavy spear, and with a thud, the spear fell to the ground with all his hope and pride.

Why, why. It was as if he heard the sound of his own heart breaking. The steed snorted in a dejected manner, rubbed against Phocle's face full of disbelief, and then turned into a wisp of black smoke and burrowed into Phocleo's forehead.

"I, Phocloe, have been aiming to become a paladin since I was a child, and I have been burning and anointing the cultivation of the sundial day and night, all these years have passed, and the final outcome has made all my efforts in vain! What is the meaning, what will I keep!" Phoclo roared unwillingly, he completely forgot the occasion at this time, and also forgot the night without hatred that had been approved by the sword of the paladin in front of him, he only knew that his spiritual pillar was broken, his world lost color, and everything was burned to the sky!

Two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks, and Phoclo suddenly raised his hand, and the cyclone surged, and he slapped straight towards his head.

"Bang!" a muffled grunt sounded, and the huge force directly knocked Phoclo to the ground.

"Good boy, why did you kill yourself? Are you willing to serve me. Ye Wuqi had no expression on his face, and the ghost made the god say so.

Phoklo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw that the image of the night without hatred became incomparably brighter, and the power of holiness surged with warmth and kindness. That temperament is like the one he has worshiped since he was a child...... God!

The sword of the paladin shone brightly, trembling and crying.

He knelt on one knee, presented his spear with both hands, and said in a loud voice: "Knight Phoclo is willing to serve the paladin, saddle up and after the horse, and die for a hundred years." ”

The aura of the paladin's sword finally fell silent, and the night without a vengeance suddenly struck a spirit, he seemed a little panicked, but he knew everything that had happened. He wasn't really talking just now, he had no reason or basis to say the words of such a superior person with the bearing of a ruler who loved all beings, and he didn't have the ability to defeat the knight Phocloe easily, even with the help of the Paladin's sword.

But what was the basis of what happened just now? Ye Wuqiu himself was also stammering, and if you asked him how he felt, he only felt that just as he rushed towards Phoclo to snatch the sword of the paladin, he was in a state of mind, and he was in a state of joy, and he was in a state of revival!

When he woke up from his dream, the sudden scene that he had to bear alone came like an empowerment.

He was flustered.

Huo Jie watched quietly from the sidelines, a distinct smile on his lips.

Seeing that Phoclo was kneeling on the ground for a while, Ye Wuqi sighed awkwardly, and he said, "Knight Foclo, please get up." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, he seemed to notice that the tone before and after did not match, and immediately forced his composure and covered it up with the next sentence: "Knight Phoklo, get up." From now on, follow me and fight on the battlefield, the horse leather shroud!"

Words, forcibly endure the hand that trembled slightly due to nervousness, grabbed the spear, and with a, good fellow, it didn't move at all!

Phocloe looked up at the night innocent hand suspiciously, and immediately lowered his head, he was afraid that his wanton behavior would mistake the paladin for disrespect.

How could it be so heavy!

Ye Wuqi was extremely annoyed, he thought to himself, dignified paladin, if he can't lift the spear in practice, wouldn't it be shameless to be an Augustan paladin!

However, no matter how secretly the night without hatred was exerted, the spear did not move! The knight's spear, which was well-proportioned and not thick, was so heavy! The night without hatred was secretly speechless.

Seeing the minutes ticking by, everyone was waiting for the Paladins of Augustus to accept the surrender of his challenger. How can we solve such a predicament? Beads of sweat have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

It was the temptation of a high position that made Ye Wu feel a little embarrassed, and he was extremely nervous at this moment.

At this time, perhaps because he was usually good at laughing and being witty and humorous, he suddenly had an idea, and immediately showed a smile that dominated the overall situation and said: "Knight Folclo, this knight's gun is full of silver, gorgeous in shape, and the body of the gun has dragon patterns. No matter what it was called before, in the future, let's call it the Dragon Glory Silver Spear. And you, the mount is the Shadow Horse, and you will be the Shadow Knight from now on!"

Phocloe raised his head excitedly, and said with great joy: "Thank you Paladin for the name." ”

He slammed the end of his spear into the ground as a sign of gratitude.

Ye Wuqi took a long breath in his heart, and he skillfully shifted his attention in this way, so it can be said that he left no trace. He turned to face the crowd, the sword of the paladin in his hand raised high.

"Long live the Paladin!"

Folkle was the first to chant. Ye Wuqiu was very satisfied with his leading role, only to see a crowd of people, crowds of people, and thousands of people who rose to the sky shouted loudly throughout the sky.

The mountains are far away, like picturesque ink, and the enthusiasm and excitement that people can pay for it echo in the four fields.

On the high platform, the snow-white robed clergy watching from a distance had different facial expressions, even if they didn't believe it anymore, they had to accept the truth for the time being. This is the voice of the people.

With their own feelings, they followed the high priest and flew down the platform in a procession, and they all performed the highest etiquette in the face of the night without hatred.

"The Grand Priest of the Holy See led all the white-robed sacrifices, see the Holy Knight!"