"How's that, Lord Paladin, what do you think?" asked the High Priest with a smile. If his smile had been placed in the past, he would have thought that it was the smile of a respected elder, but it could be put now......

"Hello, High Priest, I don't know why. Let me ask you, who in Myrry has the final say. Or to be narrower, between the two of us, who has the final say. Ye Wuqi raised his voice.

"You have the final say. The High Priest said.

Ye Wuxian smiled, and he mysteriously approached again and said: "Since the Holy See is also afraid of the power of the masses, then I must go out today." The high priest wants to fight a famous battle, and I won't let you get it. ”

"Paladin, I don't understand what you're talking about. What's the trouble of wanting to add to the crime, not to mention that you have gathered forces in the first place......"

In the eyes of the Holy See, paladins are despicable lowly people, slaves who have no freedom to speak of. Why did the Holy See intervene in my actions, and why did it know everything about my movements?"

Lang Lang's voice spread out and echoed over the square of Myenry, and the people of Myenry listened and watched quietly.

The heavy silence is the premonition that moves mountains and mountains on people's hearts, and subtly highlights the next form and change.

"Paladin, please watch your words. The Holy See has flourished for thousands of years, and its reputation cannot be tarnished. The High Priest's tone finally revealed impatience and unkindness.

It is the accumulation of thousands of years that makes this hat of deception and fame even more significant. Since the Holy See has never stopped persecuting paladins, it is necessary to always be on guard against the rise of successor paladins, and if free will is not extinguished, the struggle will never end. Since you and I have opened the skylight to speak brightly, then there is no need to pursue the meaning, let's fight! If I win, the sea will be wide and the fish will leap, the sky will be high and the birds will fly, and if I am defeated, I will fall into the abyss, and die without regrets!"

The High Priest looked at the night in amazement.

"Rush!" Ye Wuqi roared, raised the sword of the paladin, and rushed over first.

The splendor of holiness was like the blessing of God, and the ranks who had been drawn together by the night without hatred were bathed in it, and the fire of courage and fearlessness burst out from the eyes of each of them!

The firm pace is stepped on, the night is full of pride in the heart, and the interweaving of blood and fire is even more in harmony with this situation.

The sergeants guarding the gate annihilated in the crowd, they were hacked to death with knives, and the red blood gurgled and decorated the history of Myrey, so that it ushered in a bloody day driven by the magnificent tide of history.

The troops of the Holy See came in batches, the sword light and sword shadow shouted to kill the heavens, and several white-robed sacrifices had fought with the five generals who had no enmity in the night, only to see the emerald feather elves, the crossbow arrows and dances, the Kong Wu dwarves, the thunder and thunder, the mage Shenwei, the flames were blazing, the swordsman was stunning, and the jade flying flowers were splashed. Led by Franklo, the spear is like a dragon, picking thorns and slashing, and the Yellow Spring Devil is crying.

After a long battle, hundreds of corpses were crossed. The leaders of the powerful are each injured.

"Enough!" the silent high priest suddenly shouted. "Paladin, you will be nailed to the pillar of shame of Myenry!"

"What right do you have to decide my fate! If you want to crucify me, it depends on whether you have a higher reason, not because I embarrass the Holy See!"

"Why on earth do you have such a grudge against the Holy See?" The High Priest's tone softened slightly.

"I'm used to being oppressed, and if being a paladin comes at the cost of being imprisoned on a throne, then I'd rather never be here. ”

"You're different, nice. But I think you must first know that your contact with the Holy See is very short, and don't you think it's strange that you have such a powerful grudge against the Holy See in such a short period of time?

Ye Wuqiu was silent, how could he not understand what the high priest meant? his own concept was completely influenced by old Ward, which he was not unaware of, so that Ward and the Holy See had their own opinions, and he was wise and vigilant that no one was gullible. He has only one purpose at this time, and he is also at the mercy of the direction in which his consciousness extends, and that is to get out of the city!

"In any case, the hypocrisy of the Holy See is not alarmist, and the arrogance of Her Highness is enough to prove everything. Do it, high priest, it is useless to talk more. "The night has no hatred and said coldly.

The high priest was expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

"High Priest, do it. My brethren, I have been waiting for a long time. "The words of the night without hatred and grandiose words reached the ears of Phocleo and the others, but they were made to cry bitterly, the high priest was so powerful that if he joined the battlefield, the balance of victory would be tilted in favor of the Holy See without any suspense.

The high priest should have been in harmony with the words of the night without hatred, his arms were flat, his coat was wide and noble, and the surging breath was as manic as a stormy wave, and the holy power that was originally peaceful and soft as a spring breeze became as destructive and raging as a tornado in an instant.

What else are you fighting? Just surrender and forget it. But after all, this is the golden words of the paladin, and not to evade at this time is not to refute the face of the paladin? Not to mention that his faith and responsibility do not allow him to retreat.

"Paladin, you go quickly, we are holding back the power of the Holy See!" Froelw, with a determined look in his eyes, yelled.

Ye Wuqiu's blood gushed, and he was about to speak, but he saw a sharp air stream shooting towards him.

Ye Wuqiu's face changed greatly, he hurriedly dodged, but the sharp blade followed him like a shadow, adjusting its direction with the change of Ye Wuqiu's position!

Breath Lock!

Ke Rao knew the details of the attack unleashed by the high priest, and there was nothing he could do at night, and the only way to break the bond between the caster and the caster was to cut off the delicate and weak spiritual power. But if you want to crack the spiritual power of the high priest, it is better to resist that wind blade directly, because the difficulty of the former is ten times more than a hundred times that of the latter!

"Be careful, sir!"

Phocloe's face was full of anxiety, and he flew over, and his instantaneous burst of power directly knocked the white-robed sacrifice in front of him several feet away, and the air around the tip of the Imperial Dragon Can's silver spear was actually pierced into a cone-shaped air flow.

The night was flustered, and he saw that this catastrophe was like a guillotine hanging on his neck, and it was possible to kill him at any time.

Dead silence and darkness, the night has no hatred, from this moment to get the feeling of falling into the abyss.

"Choke!"

The violent tremor made Ye Wuqiu's scalp tingle, his heart almost hung in his throat, and the wind blade stopped straight in front of Ye Wuqiu's eyebrows.

The trembling silver spear of the dragon passed through the ears of the night without hatred, and the tip of the spear struck with the wind blade in one place.

With the flow of cold sweat, Ye Wuvenge slowly turned his head, only to see that Phoklo's face was pale, and the arm holding the handle of the gun trembled at a very small margin.

"How's that, Phoclow. Are you okay. ”

The knight resisted the High Priest's attack and dragged himself back from Hades, which touched him immensely and felt the power of loyalty and selflessness.

He suddenly remembered the fatal wound he blocked for Murong Shen, while paying for his brother, the warmth he gained was also precious and unforgettable, he was sincere and pure, and he would always benefit in the end.

Ye Wuqi patted Phocloe's shoulder, Phocloe's blood was surging and his body was weak, but his eyes were bright and bright like stars.

"Paladin, go. Phoclo said as he endured the pain in his body.

"Since fate has allowed us to meet in this vast sea of people, and let us become fallen kings and ministers who help each other, I think our relationship is not so much the relationship between the leader and the led, but more the love of brothers than brothers. I have read very little since I was a child, and I have little understanding of righteousness, but my parents have not taught me the truth of abandoning my brother!" Ye Wuqi shouted violently, and he raised the sword of the paladin, and the brilliance of the circulation instantly shone it like a god.

The palpitations slowly dissipated, and the brilliance emanating from the Paladin's Sword made his heart surprisingly tranquil like a tranquilizer, and even the sound of his spurting blood and thumping heart was distantly like a rooster's cry from the depths of the universe.

Night Wuqi volleyed in the air with mysterious steps, each of his steps seemed simple but really contained dazzling mysteries, from the perspective of others, it was the afterimage of the clouds and mountains and fog covers.

"Brothers, follow me!"

In simple words, it is like a declaration, but also like a clarion call for a charge, stirring the nerves of the soldiers, a team of 100 people, the impulse to bow and worship turned into an indomitable charge, and the collective faith and blood build a super cohesion, so that the opponent is fragmented.

The high priest watched all this in amazement, and rushed over with a vast and graceful attitude of the night without hatred, and looked at all beings in the world, the kind of nobility and insignificance that penetrated into the hearts of the people and reached the soul could simply satisfy all the impressions of God in people's hearts!

The blood in the square was puffed into a mist in the air, and the bubbling blood made Myenry look extremely miserable, and the Holy See's troops came in large numbers, but even so, there was not a single deserter on the side of Night Inn. If it was placed in the previous situation, it was completely impossible, because it is human nature to be greedy for life and afraid of death, and there is no need to work for the newly appointed paladins who have no foundation, and they can come all for the sake of Phoklo's face. But now it is different, the figure of the night without hatred raising the sword and charging is like being carved in the heart by the craftsman, and is endowed with sublime brilliance and supreme significance.

The corpses of the papal knights were piling up, the number of the team of 100 people was sharply reduced, even those who were still fighting stubbornly were scarred, and while they gritted their teeth and insisted on fighting, the sword of the night without hatred was quickly cut down!

"Huh!"

The Paladin's Sword dragged the tail flames and unleashed a fan-shaped curtain of light.

The Holy Knight's Sword in the High Priest's pupils was rapidly enlarged, and just as the Holy Knight's Sword was about to fall above his head, he suddenly woke up like a dream, his arms stretched forward, his ten fingers were claw-shaped, and the white light immediately condensed to the size of a human head.

"Thorn-"

There was no earth-shattering sound, only small voices that could be heard by the two of them.

Immediately, the two figures were staggered, separated from each other, each with their backs to the other.

The civilians present watched the high priest standing silently at night, and their hearts were shocked beyond words. While they were shocked, behind their frightened pupils, there was a prediction about the victory or defeat of the two.

But it didn't take long for everyone's inferences to be answered. Ye Wuqi staggered and collapsed to the ground, blood slowly pouring from the corners of his mouth. The high priest, on the other hand, raised his hand in disbelief, and a drop of blood came out of the wound in his palm, drawing a faint mark, and fell to the ground with a click.

"Is this - how is it possible! Is this the power of the Paladin's Sword? how could it be, how could it be...... It hurt me. ”

The High Priest didn't blink an eye, and he muttered.

At this time, a gust of wind swept by, and a figure descended from the sky to the side of Ye Wuxian.

As if sensing a great threat, the High Priest hurriedly gathered his momentum and nervously set his gaze on the person who suddenly appeared.

The man slowly raised his head, and the light dispelled the shadows under his hood, revealing an old but energetic face.

"Ward!" the high priest saw the coming, and his face immediately turned gloomy.

That's right, this person is the caretaker of the Myrley librarian, the previous Mage Merlin, Old Ward.

"High Priest, you and I haven't seen each other in a few days. Although we live in the same city, but our respective life trajectories have not intersected, and now that we are reunited because of the Holy Knight, the Child of Destiny, do you think we should cry with joy? Old Ward smiled softly.

"Are you here to be my enemy?" said the high priest.

"It's not about being your enemy, I just can't see a good boy buried here without enjoying his youth. ”

"He's a paladin! He's the leader of Myrey, and I'm not letting him go because I'm thinking about Myrry. ”

"The high-sounding reason is simply the same as your style, and the truth that has been said is also boring, I will definitely send these people out of the city today, and you can do it yourself. ”

"Do you have the confidence that you can beat me? I admit that I was no match for you, but after so much time, I am no longer the same person I used to be. Come on, I once respected Master Di, and let you see how your original disciple defeated you with his own hands. ”

"High priest, please don't mention the past, I don't admit to having ever accepted an apprentice like you. ”

The high priest froze slightly, he glanced at the night without hatred, and suddenly his body was fierce with thousands of lights and images Ward attacked.

Ward remained calm and calm, as if he did not take the high priest seriously at all. Just as the High Priest's attack was about to hit him, Ward suddenly reached out with his right hand, and a blue coat of arms flew towards Ward in Hojie's surprised gaze.

"Huo Xiaoyou, borrow your Merlin coat of arms and use it, and return it when you run out. ”

The fluctuations of the magic instantly swelled to the extreme, and before the spell could be recited, Ward raised his hand and was a powerful icicle.

The huge awl flew out with terrifying destructive power, but the High Priest was not a vegetarian, the area in front of him was flattened, and a mirror-like spatial pattern appeared in the sky, and the ice pick hit it like ice falling into hot magma, and disappeared before it could make a movement.

"Good fellow, the Holy See is skillful in the use of divine arts. Old Ward laughed.