"Take it! Take them all down for me! Saint-Jodron's eyes lit up, and he stared at the shriveled corpse, dead no longer dead, and then the silver-haired corpse next to it. This meaty face of the Sect Knight is not a character to be messed with at first glance, and the green tendons on both sides of his forehead, as well as a huge nose with hot breath, all indicate that he is not happy now.

According to his original temper, he should have been furious, after all, the undead they had to capture alive were now dead in front of them. When he saw the black crystal block in the silver-haired young man's hand, he knew that the guy who should be damned but couldn't really die was indeed dead.

But now he has found a more worthy purpose!

At the sound of the order, the cavalry of the Cult, painted with ornate religious ornaments, armor, swords and shields, aimed their spears at the silver-haired Oran, who was present, and the surrounding guards were in disarray, even Baron Pagain.

Gerald Dani, who turned over and dismounted, found the baron who was being escorted by his own guards in the crowd, and said: "Presumably this is Lord Baron Pagain, below is the knight captain of the Sutton Lion Legion under the command of Anos, and this is the noble baron from the great Soldron of the country of the Lord God, and Lord Saint Jodron who is also the chief knight." Please believe that we have no ill intentions, and that this rash visit was made entirely because of our own priorities. ”

"I'm a lonely person, and I've never seen a guest like you come to the door with a sword, holding up a spear and surrounding us, saying that it is not malicious? Except, of course, if it's a robber. The baron looked up at the "lord" who was still on his horse, and had not even looked at him squarely.

"Oh, it turned out to be ...... It is Your Excellency Pagain, and I am sorry for the inconvenience during my mission. At Dani's reminder, St. Joderon remembered the name of Pagain and preached nonchalantly.

Perhaps it was Pagain's burning gaze that finally caught his attention, and he turned his attention away from the motionless silver-haired body.

Then he waved his arm at random, and saw that the knights of the Cult had finally turned their spears upside down against everyone, except, of course, those who were still besieging Oran.

Baron Pagain still held on to his pride, and even though he had just been overturned, he was still covered in dust.

"So, what is your mission, and why did you come to my territory? As the owner of this castle, I think it is necessary for me to get a reasonable explanation. ”

"Lord Baron, we are here for the undead. You may not know about the hunt for the undead, but in a few days everyone will understand, and I believe you will also realize the seriousness of this matter. The Great Soldron of the White Cult, the country of the Lord God, was ordered by the Lord God Lloyd to go to the human kingdoms to hunt down every immortal, and every human kingdom has the duty and responsibility to assist the legions of the White Cult. ”

"Disasters arise with the undead, the immortal blasphemers will bring misery to the mortal world, and only by curbing the spread of the immortal can the world be saved! I'm sure you can understand that we are doing things in the name of the Most High God, right? St. Jodron continued Dani's words.

"I hope so, I think the undead you're looking for should be right in front of you, but he looks like a corpse now. In addition, I am not able to entertain you from afar. You have seen that my castle is in ruins because of these two men, so can you give me that silver hair? He and I still have an account to settle. Pagain replied.

"It depends on what Lord Saint-Jodron means, and there is another thing I would like to inquire of you, and that is the lady we have been looking for. I believe that if you meet her, you will not forget. Her dazzling blonde hair, her green eyes, her noble temperament, her courageous spirit, her fearless strength, and her invincible black sword......"

When Gerald Dani mentioned the woman he was talking about, the admiration, the yearning, and the immense admiration overflowed, and it seemed that the whole person was refreshed. Even when introducing Saint-Joderon to Pagaine, he had never been so excited.

And when Baron Pagain heard these inexplicable and unbelievable words, he couldn't help but frown after thinking about it, and said with that plausible feeling: "You are talking about Lady Againe? That little girl? ”

"With all due respect, Lord Baron, she is indeed very young, but her glory and pride cannot be discredited by anyone. She is not a little girl, she is outstanding and brave, beautiful and powerful cannot be concealed by appearances......" Gerald Dani was only now like a young man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a straight waist, a high head and a look full of enthusiasm, which was almost like those fanatical White Cult soldiers.

"Well, that's probably because I'm wrong." Baron Pagaine frowned, listening to the passionate and generous statement of the young knight, they were really the same person?

……

"I guess I can go, the undead you want is here, and I promise he will never be resurrected and harm one side again." Oran spoke up.

"Tell me your name, and you have to pay a price for killing the people we have to capture alive." Saint-Joderon was clearly much more interested in Oran than in Pagain.

"Oran, hunter of Oran. I killed him just because he deserved to die. ”

"Hunter? I've never seen a hunter make such a fuss, and the big sword in your hand seems a little familiar, right? Dani. "Saint-Joderon only looked at the traces left by the battle around him, and knew that this silver-haired hunter named Oran must not be simple. In addition, he found the familiar greatsword, which was common in the territory of Astra.

"Hunter! Where did the great sword come from in your hand, say it completely, or ......" and when Gerald Dani noticed the great sword that he knew all too well, an unspeakable sense of consternation, anger, fear, or jealousy welled up in his heart.

He knew what the man he admired had come to the Oran Mountains with this great sword for. The "partner" who was inseparable from her and regarded as her life is now in the hands of others! He could not accept that it meant that she had ......

"Greatsword, are you talking about the 'Golden Rose', she's mine now." Oran understated.

"She's not yours! You thief, you robber! Gerald Dani had drawn his sword at his waist and flew towards Oran.

What Oran hates the most is this kind of young man who doesn't wait for anyone to finish his words and does it, and has no grievances with him and can't hold his breath.

But it seems that he is still someone Lillian knows. He was dressed like he had first seen Lillian, her dead men.