Rampant, it's so rampant, I'm still here, Ethan Lion just told his conspiracy theories, he really didn't take me seriously at all, maybe, he really just used me as a test subject, useful, then stay, useless, kill directly.

Luckily, it's not him Ethan Lien who is in charge of Fireplace Valley now, otherwise I'd really be finished.

Thinking of this, I stole a glance at Mograini.

At this moment, I think Mograini is much cuter, although his brows are a little wrinkled, and his face is a little drooping, but his backbone is straight, what he has said and done, he can have a clear conscience, one is one and two is two, a spit and a nail, dare to love and hate, this is the representative of a real man.

"Bah, this is still the Grand Prosecutor of the Silver Hand, he doesn't know how to do things and speak, and he really fed the dog with all the holy light." I just squirted at Ethan Lien, and anyway, people treat me like a piece of, and I won't go up and lick it twice like a dog.

As the saying goes, it's easy to dodge the open gun and the dark arrow is difficult to prevent, rather than having a disagreement with Ethan Lien, it's better to offend him directly to death, so that as long as something goes wrong with me, the first object of suspicion must be him, and this guy in the province is still pretending to be stupid before he does something behind his back.

"You...... You filthy and ugly creeper, I will purify you with the light. Ethan Ryan was furious, and a ball of holy light lit up in his hand and was about to smash it at me.

"Stop!" Mograini reached out to stop him, a look of horror on his face.

"Teacher, stop the anger!" Tyran Fortin's voice rang out at the same time, but he was more disgusted than frightened.

Dissuaded by Mograini and Tyran Fortin, Ethanrien took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey, glared at me fiercely, and said, "You're in luck. If you dare to speak out again, I will destroy you on behalf of the Light. When he finished speaking, he turned away from me. In fact, Ethan Lion didn't really think about purifying me, after all, he didn't get the information he wanted to know from me, and if he killed me, there would be nothing.

On behalf of the Holy Light to destroy me? Why don't you mean that the moon will destroy me, make yourself like Sailor Moon, and don't look at your forced appearance, the folds on your face can fall flies, you are not ashamed.

"Humph!" I snorted coldly and turned my head to stop looking at the old boy.

Da! Da! Da!

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded from afar, and in a short time, a group of paladins in armor came to the clearing. The leader is none other than Tirio Fortin's old servant Arton.

Of course, I didn't know that this mighty man on a tall horse was Arton, I was just curious about the man who was kneeling on one knee in front of Tyran Foding.

"Thank you Holy Light, it's great that you're okay, young master."

Tyran Foding grabbed the other party's arms with both hands, and said with a look on his face: "Arton, it's so good that you can come, I almost thought I would never see you again." ”

"Ahem!" Mograini coughed twice, and when he saw Arton looking at him, he said with a little dissatisfaction: "Arton." Did you see reinforcements from the Forsaken when you came? ”

"I'm sorry, Ember Bringer, but I'm getting a little excited." Arton apologized, then said suspiciously, "See." They had come from the west, but for some unknown reason they had just entered the woods and turned around and left. ”

"There wasn't a conflict, was it?" Mograini continued.

Arton replied, "No, we came from the north, and we were still a long way from them. ”

"That's good!" Mograini breathed a sigh of relief. "The battle is over, now assemble your team and return to the Valley of the Hearth," he said loudly. ”

He was not asked who the enemy was, nor was he asked how the battle was. Arton just looked at me curiously, then got up and replied, "Yes!" ”

……

The Silver Hand was divided into three echelons and marched towards the Ridge of Remorse, Mograine and Ethanlien naturally came to the forefront of everyone due to their amazing strength, and Arton led the two hundred cavalry to fall behind, and when we walked out of the Ridge of Remorse and came to the southeast bridge of Andorhar, we happened to encounter the third echelon without mounts.

At this time, they were in the midst of an inextricable battle with a large group of Scourge Undead, and with Mograine and the others joining, the Scourmet Undead were quickly slaughtered like chopping melons and vegetables.

Assemble the men and horses, and the team enters the interior of Andorhal.

After two days and two nights of high-intensity fighting, coupled with the fact that Araki and other high-ranking Andohar leaders did not know where to go, so the usual hedgehog-like Andohal has become an empty city, which is why Arton dared to support Mograine with the strongest cavalry in the team, leaving only a few hundred infantry behind.

The procession of more than 400 people marched through Andorhar like a gate, and there was hardly a procession of more than fifty undead on the way, which made me glad and prayed that the Forsaken who walked on the South-West Bridge would also cross Andoral so easily.

"What? Are you still mad at my teacher? Tyran Fording thought I was still minding what Ethanrien had said in the glade, and he explained, "Actually, the teacher is a very easy-going person in normal times, he is very serious about people and things, and he is also very persistent in the pursuit of the Light, but when it comes to some things, such as orcs, and ...... When he was undead, he became very stubborn, even stubborn, and he firmly believed that all the souls of the dead must be purified by the Holy Light, so that he could be worthy of the Holy Light and worthy of his title of Grand Prosecutor. ”

"Say whatever you want." My mind is still on the other side of Andorhar, and I really don't have time to listen to Tyran Foding's ramblings.

Tyran Fording thought for a moment and said, "The teacher just lacks communication with the undead, especially with the Forsaken, and he will change his mind if he learns that you are not much different from us. ”

"So, you want me and him...... Communication? I asked, surprised.

Tyran Fordin nodded: "That's right, it's communication, I used to have the same opinion of the undead as my teacher, but after meeting you, it has become completely different, I think you have the trait of changing others, and at the same time, I also think you can change my teacher...... Ethan Lien. ”

I glanced at Tyran Fordin with pity, this kid is still too young, what Ethanlion said is not only discrimination against the undead, but more of a change of mood, a holy priest who is strict with himself, loves the world, and believes in the Holy Light, his words are undoubtedly trampling on his most primitive pursuit.

Tyran Fording may not understand it yet, but judging from Mograini's attitude towards Ethanlion all the way, Mograini, the "fool", has long understood.

If you have no desire, you will just have tolerance, this is a maxim in my hometown, and it is best to use it on Ethanlian at this time, otherwise why would the Fear Demon King only tempt him, and not others?

This shows that there is already a rift in his heart.

I did not answer Tyran Fordin's request, nor did Tyran Fording let me answer immediately, he left me time.

Then the two of us didn't discuss the issue of Esenlien, but said some light-hearted and interesting things, and when they talked about it, they would laugh heartily, which made many paladins and priests puzzled, a walking corpse, why would the Great Lord be so close to him?

Had it not been for the Ashes Bringer, Alexandros Mograini, who was also involved in our conversation from time to time and laughed out loud, these righteous people would have almost thought that their High Lord had rebelled.

Time flew by, from night to dawn, from dawn to day, and from day to evening, as we crossed Andorhar, crossed the central avenue that traversed the plaguelands, passed desolate farms and cottages, slain countless scourge spirits, and finally, the Valley of the Hearth.

Tyran Fordin looked up at the Fireplace Valley, where he had lived for more than twenty springs, summers, autumns and winters, and said with a grin on the corner of his mouth.

"Welcome to Fireplace Valley." (To be continued.) )