"Hey, Horace, have you figured it out? Give up the free life of a mercenary and join the town of Irwindale as a guard? On the second floor of the Mercenary Tavern on Lenwall Street, Congreve looked at his partner beside him, puzzled.

The town of Irwindale is the center of Valoran's foreign trade, and recruits a number of knight apprentices and transcendent knights into the guard army throughout the year, but it is generally rare to recruit transcendent knights.

"There's nothing I think about, I'm just doing what I think is right." Horace took a sip from his glass and stared at the bustling streets.

The dark tide is rising, and he sees endless potential in Valoran, and may be able to take the opportunity to return to the royal capital.

"Well, then I can't help it, so I have to accompany you, and I hope that the town of Irvendale will not refuse to join the two extraordinary knights." Congreve touched his bald head and said with a smile.

"You ........." Horace suddenly turned his head and looked at his partner opposite, his expression filled with a hint of consternation.

"Congreef, you don't have to .........."

"Alright, alright, Horace, who made you my only companion." Congreve interrupted Horace's words and said helplessly.

"Besides, after you left, the mercenary's freedom was a little less charming. Maybe it would be a good experience to try life as a guard!? ”

"Hey, that's Baron Modrian, Valoran, right?" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the anomaly of the streets of Lenwall, and Congreve raised an eyebrow and said.

Horace looked at the end of the busy street, a column of black heavy cavalry quickly separated a safe road that could be passed, followed by the famous Baron Modrian, and his followers, and finally the Noxian blood cavalry composed of extraordinary knights he had seen at the beginning.

As the figure gradually approached, Horace wondered and guessed, this should be leaving the town of Irwindal, where was he going?

Rumble!!!

Suddenly, more than a dozen violent spell energies erupted in the dispersed crowd, and then a dozen or so figures in gray-white armor broke through the barrier, the sharp blades in their hands pointed directly at the owner of the Valoran Lord.

"It's ........ Magic! Horace's face changed suddenly, which temple would dare to attack the nobles of the territory in the street?!

......................

[Intermediate Divine Technique: Blessing of Strength]!

White-gold energy summoned from the unknown void, shrouding the gray-white figure, and the speed of running suddenly accelerated, and even the sharp blade was stained with a little white-gold light.

"Kill!"

The Noxian soldiers who stood in front of them were repelled by the brutal force of the blades, and they could only watch as these murderers rushed in the direction of the lord, but they did not have the slightest concern.

Modrian tugged at the reins, his eyes coldly at the approaching assassins, the nasty breath, the assassins from the Temple of Power.

Thundered!

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves exploded, and the Noxian blood-colored cavalry galloped past Modrian's flanks, their blood-colored horses piercing the air and leaving clear trails.

In a sufficiently open area, the hoplites faced the infantry warriors in a complete túshā, even the temple warriors.

Crimson blood sprinkled the streets, and the gray-white figure was caught off guard by the Noxian blood-colored cavalry directly head-on.

The heavy rider stabbed out, and the fresh lives lost their breath and lay quietly on the ground.

But death didn't hold the assassins back, chanting strange syllables as if to praise something, confronting the charge of the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry.

“！ {The god of power will favor us, death is not the end, the kingdom of God is the right destination!} }”

Sonorous!

Blades clash, death watching, every Noxian Scarlet Cavalry that charges through takes the life of an assassin.

A bloody túshā was staged on the streets of Lenwall, and the onlookers watched the inevitable battlefield with pale expressions.

Just as the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry was about to turn their horses around and return to the ranks, the mutation resumed.

Eight burly and strong figures suddenly rushed out of the shops on both sides of the street of Lenwall, and the pure white life energy exploded, tearing apart the linen coat they were draping, revealing a body of lean muscles, and mysterious golden patterns tattooed on the body.

The next moment, a dazzling pillar of white-gold light descended, and the surging energy stirred, trembling slightly through the streets of Lenwall.

[Advanced Divine Technique: Raging Force]!

The eight burly and strong figures were bathed in the light and advanced, visible to the naked eye, the already tall figure slowly grew into a giant in the white-gold pillar of light, and the exposed muscles were as thick as a rock.

The most striking thing is that the life breath that they originally belonged to the transcendent knights directly broke through the shackles, and the materialized white-gold energy turned into exquisite armor to envelop their bodies.

Screams of terror erupted, and countless ordinary people were crushed and knocked into the air along the giant's path, clearing a bloody path.

The direction of progress remained the same, pointing directly at Modrian, but on the way, two figures left the line and met the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, who wanted to buy their companions some time to assassinate and prevent the transcendent cavalry from coming to their aid.

It's just that the imaginary panic situation did not appear, and the Noxian soldiers maintained the chaos in the streets of Lenwall, allowing those white-gold giants to rush behind the array, and they did not have enough strength to participate in this battle of great knights.

"Hiccup.......... Happy hour is about to begin! Gulagas rubbed his red nose and stared at the white-gold giant who was fearlessly charging towards him, the barrel in his hand revealing the scent of ale.

"You don't need to do anything!" Modrian smiled and stretched out his left hand to stop Gulagas from making a move, half-squinting at the oncoming enemy.

Is it a great knight who was forcibly promoted by divine art? It really is a temple of wealth.

It seems that the rumors are true, and the existence of each temple is an easier way to earn gold shields than the smuggling trade.

"The enemy is still waiting, I don't believe they haven't found out about the existence of a knight chief powerhouse in Valoran's territory."

"As for here, leave it to me." Modrian took out the gray shield from the spatial ring and moved his arm slightly. "It's just the right time for me to move my muscles and bones and take a look at the results of this period of cultivation."

Dismounted and standing up straight, Modrian raised his shield forward, pale on the side of the shield, revealing only a blade glowing with cold light. {Charging with a shield is not cavalry.} }

The scarlet life energy slowly spread over the blade and shield, and a purple glow fluttered behind him, pulling out an eagle-like appearance.

"Charge!"

"Trample!"

"Shield Strike!"