The climate in the port is still warm, and there are no signs of winter. [Full text reading.]

It had been quiet for five days since the Harpy's attack, and the shadow of the sails from the free city-states could already be faintly seen on the surface of the sea, and the merchants always dared to take risks for the sake of profit at any time, and in this respect, the knights' beliefs did not seem to be as persistent as theirs, and the same spirit would be ashamed of even the toughest warriors if applied to the battlefield.

The members of the Monks in Rhino Horn Bay, including the great nobles, have reached more than 500 people, but this is only a superficial base, because everyone has servants and servants, so the total number is close to 10,000, if these people are concentrated, they can even fight a war of considerable scale, because they have not only reached a certain scale in numbers, but even the equipment of a single person is not comparable to that of ordinary soldiers.

Perhaps they had already regarded the Dragon Slaying War as a war, and after most of the noble elites of the Central Continent had been concentrated here, no one doubted the destruction of the Black Dragon anymore, it was only a matter of time.

Located at the highest point in the middle of the harbor, the Great Wave Fortress finally ushered in another hustle and bustle after a thousand years in the long-dormant conference hall.

The dome-shaped roof of the hall echoes the long sound of history, and all kinds of exquisite kite-shaped shield flags are raised on both sides of the corridor wall, and the glory corolla and the finely carved ornaments on the stone wall reflect each other, as if to reproduce the glory of the day, send out the roar of conquest, and reshape the momentum of killing.

In the vast hall, the architectural style here still maintains the style of the heroic era of a thousand years ago, the Neselock column supports the grand space, the stepped circular conference seats are arranged on both sides, in front of which are placed in order of high-legged golden candlesticks that exude the characteristics of the sea, the solid marble floor carries a pair of knights' steel boots stepping on it, and the heavily armored warriors holding spears stand majestically at the entrance of the hall, and the soldiers in red ceremonial clothes blow the trombone and make an exhilarating and fierce sound.

"When the glory of mankind has shone over the entire continent of Apollo, why is there still sin and darkness spreading across this land?" said a nobleman waving his fists. He stamped his feet and his expression was fierce and fierce, as if it was his woman and property that were being violated.

As soon as his voice fell, another middle-aged nobleman stood up, and he said coldly: "Nimbaster's sins must be cleansed with blood!"

"Purge?" a young paladin stood up. He looked around proudly, and said categorically, "Then the holy light of the God of Light must be needed!" His words were immediately met with a fierce response from the clergy, and the hall immediately responded with a buzz, and a huge sound vibrated on the stone wall, as if it could lift the roof of the temple, and the flags also waved,

Sitting opposite sat a dozen mages with their staffs in their hands and arrogant expressions, and a rich elemental aura emanated from them. They looked at each other and sneered. Several knights stood up and drew their swords, and one of them said coldly, "Wash away your sins." Only sword and blood!, not light!"

"You're blasphemous!"

A middle-aged priest stood up and pointed at each other with the staff in his hand. The way he had to carry it forward, coupled with the loud shout, it was like ringing a big bell in the hearts of everyone, shaking and palpitating.

Undoubtedly, he used a spiritual spell in his voice.

"Sword and Blood!"

A series of sword draws sounded in the hall, and dozens of knights stood up at the same time with solemn expressions, their eyes were sharp swords, as if they were staring at the battlefield, killing fiercely. It was a will condensed entirely from the blood and soul of the battlefield, sharper, more ruthless, and more ferocious than those meditations in the dark rooms, and the sonorous voice suddenly suppressed the priest's momentum.

But this only provoked a more ferocious outcry. Accusations and angry curses erupted several times more violently than just now.

As a member of the Monks' Society, Luo Lan also has a place, but according to his identity and status at the moment, he can only sit down and watch a person jump out and scold angrily. He rubbed his ears. Boredom looked around, and Alexander sat across from him. An equally boring wry smile was given to him.

Daphne was at the front, she was frowning and whispering to an old man next to her, with a worried face, and beside her, sat the priestess of the place he rescued, Estia, who seemed to be looking for someone, and couldn't help but light up after seeing Luo Lan, and smiled sweetly at him.

Suddenly, Luo Lan felt a hostile gaze shooting towards him, and he couldn't help but turn his head, it was a tall knight, he was full of jealousy, his hand was already pressed on the knight's sword, and it seemed that he could pull it out anytime and anywhere.

Another boring person, Luo Lan pursed his lips, yawned and ignored the other party, his contemptuous expression made the other party feel as if he had been humiliated, his eyes spewed anger, and he snorted heavily.

Just as the quarrel in the hall was in full swing, and it was time for someone to impulsively draw their swords, a voice full of majesty was heard.

"Quiet!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it smashed all the noise to pieces.

Luo Lan's heart trembled, he took a deep breath, and slowly looked at the source of the voice.

That direction is the convergence point of all power, power, glory, and spirit.

In this crusade against the Black Dragon, the Monks Guild sent a total of five chief monks, but at the moment there was an empty seat, and only four people were sitting there.

The man who spoke was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, with a neat short beard under his chin, one of his eyes tightly covered by a black cloth, and a terrible scar extending from his eyebrows to his cheek, and on this deep trace, there seemed to be a remnant of the thrilling blow of the time, but all this was completely obscured by the light of the other eye, and in that blue eye, there seemed to be an endless sea rippling in it, deep and bottomless.

There was silence in the main hall, and everyone felt an insurmountable ravine in front of them, so grand and profound, but their own bodies were like small insects, and they could only lean down and look up.

Dean Dean Reims, his position at the center of the Holy See is a black-robed priest.

All eyes focused on his face, and just as they thought he had something to say, Dean Lance slowly closed his one eye, and then slowly leaned back in his chair, not saying a word.

There was silence in the room, but after waiting for a long time, he still didn't mean to speak.

Everyone couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and made eye contact with each other, but no one said anything, and they didn't dare to say anything, because everyone knew the terrifying strength and strange temper of the monk.

The man who sat to the right of Dean Lance turned his head slowly, a man who exuded infinite charm, he had a face worthy of all the maidens to be held in the boudoir, with a broad forehead, a straight nose, thin lips with melancholy curves, extremely simple clothes, a neat and neat woven white robe draped over his body, and there was not a trace of wrinkles to be seen.

He frowned and glanced at Dean Lance, then sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand as white as a woman, pushed the latter, and said, "Dean Lance, what do you want to say?"

Dean Lance slowly opened his eyes and said lightly, "I want to say it already. The white-robed man's brows tightened, "You said that?"

Dean Lance nodded in affirmation, he shrugged his shoulders, and said, "It's so quiet here, it means that everyone hears, ah, it's so sleepy......" After saying that, he closed his eyes again, and seemed to doze off.

The slender eyebrows of the white-robed man were raised, in such a solemn and solemn occasion, was the other party's joking performance too casual?

"Dean Lance!" came from the left. This is a female knight covered in crimson armor, her golden hair is as dazzling as the sun, but her skin is as white as frost, and a heart-shaped headdress hangs on her smooth forehead. This is another slender, high-ranking knight of the Knights Alliance, Mayvis, at this moment her eyes widened, glaring angrily at Dean Lance, her fists clenched tightly, as if she was about to pull the other person off the seat.

Dean Lance opened his eyes again, his eyes calm, yawned, and said lazily, "What's the matter?"

Mayvis said coldly, "This is the place of the Council of Monks, not your temple. ”

Dean Lance glanced at her, he nodded, blinked, and smiled, "I know what this place is, yes, I know it, Mayvis Knight." Mayvis snorted, and stopped talking.

Olaser sat on the far left, his cloudy eyes slowly scanning downward, as if to open up this embarrassing situation, he slowly spoke: "Dean Lance Sacrifice, do you have any suggestions for exterminating the black dragon?"

"I'm fine, you'll see......" Deanlans said weakly, as if he was about to fall asleep again.

Luo Lan, who was sitting at the bottom, looked up, if he had to choose an opponent among the four monks, then the last thing he wanted to meet was this Dean Lance sacrifice, everyone didn't pay attention, this person just said two words, and the situation in the hall was resolved. Moreover, he felt a power that he had never felt before, and although the sea was calm at that moment under the blue eyes of the other party, it could turn into a violent tsunami that destroyed the world at any time.