In the eyes of the bright race, which has always liked to evaluate a person's value by seniority, the opinion of the old paladin Herbert is undoubtedly valued. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old guy was not from the Duchy of Finnier, but settled in Ontario from a very young age, first serving for a time in the Ontario Legion. In terms of merit, it is not an exaggeration for him to get the title of a viscount as a knight, but this guy insisted on giving up the preferential treatment and chose to enter the Sanctuary as a paladin instead.

Unlike the High Priests who enjoyed comfort, this paladin, who had been dealing with killing since childhood, had a lot of experience with the enemy. It is even rumored that this paladin is the secret strategist of the older generation of the Grand Duke of the Principality of Finir, because he knows too many things, so he cuts his wings and refuses to become a nobleman of the principality with military power, and is willing to be a paladin without any status.

Whether this is true or not, most people don't know. Even Harvey, as the supreme leader of the Templars, knew nothing about this, except that there was a strange clause in the secret agreement between the Templars and the Duchy: "The Templars shall ensure that the knight Herbert Eliot is treated with sufficient respect at all times and in all places, but shall not be given any position of actual power." ”

The implication is that this knight is raised as a mascot and does not provide any real job. Such an agreement seems to confirm those rumors in the past.

And right now, Bishop Harvey attaches great importance to the suggestion of this "veteran" level paladin in front of him.

"According to your opinion, how should we give the Night Race a counterattack?" Bishop Harvey asked.

"Actually, among the Night Races I've come into contact with, there are very few people with such high strategy, so I suspect that there must be a very powerful manipulator behind them. Now that they're hiding in the shadows, we should find a way to force them out......"

The old paladin, who had rarely spoken in the Templar Council, had a blazing gaze and came up with a set of ways to deal with it that would make those who were usually regarded as "thinkers" blush. While everyone was amazed at how this paladin, who usually looked old and confused, thought of these tricks, Bishop Harvey silently sighed at the wisdom of the most high-ranking nobles of the principality.

This old man, if he really has the heart of rebellion, and if he catches any opportunity, those high-ranking nobles will become his stepping stones.

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In a place protected by night magic in the underground abyss, the Chaos Lord sat on a naturally formed smooth white stone, and the red light emitted by the fire element in his body reflected the expressions of these people in front of him, either languishing, helpless, or deeply afraid of this place and the night creatures next to it.

"The people of the Templars don't look much stronger than we do." The Chaos Lord seemed to have come to the conclusion after some in-depth research, "These so-called paladins are at the silver level at the highest level, and one of our lava behemoths can deal with two. ”

Kyle, the night mage sitting next to him, was also looking at the paladins in front of him who had been "prisoners", but he was not estimating the strength of these guys, but admiring their desperate and longing looks.

It reminded him of a painting he had seen a long time ago of the Holy Spirits coming to redeem the people. In the midst of the fire and blood in the sky, people saw the Holy Spirit descending from heaven, and the eyes appeared with such a desperate and longing look, in which there was both the fear of death and the hope of life.

The Night Race dug a hole for the Light Race, which sounded almost a joke. No night creature would do that before, but Mistress Piger made a decision that puzzled most night creatures.

These people in front of them were rescued from the Holy Light Inquisition a day ago, and they were cast by Kyle with a powerful curse spell. They were told that they would be briefly released back into the city of Ontario, and that if they were able to spread some unfavorable words against the Templars, they would live, or otherwise they would die.

The effect of such a threat is obvious. Between life and faith, most people still choose the former rationally. In the end, except for the two stubborn guilty paladins who exploded and died because they refused to praise the Night Race, the rest survived.

In this way, the Night Race can be regarded as having a group of loyal "preachers". It is certainly more touching for the clergy to come out and denounce the darkness and scoundrels of the Templars.

At this time, Kyle, who was coldly looking at these depraved light races in front of him, suddenly stood up, pointed to the two people standing in the corner, and said, "You two, Master Piger said he wanted to see you. ”

Mag and Luo Fu glanced at each other, and they had already had some kind of tacit understanding between them after working together for a long time. But at this time, what the two saw in each other's eyes was only full of incomprehension.

Led by the short, but apparently leader-in-chief, the two of them crossed the blazing steel drawbridge above the magma lake, and circled several times in a row through the wide cave guarded by demonic beasts, and then came to a large hall.

"Luo Fu, this guy doesn't want to lynch us here." The thin Mag whispered, "Or you want to get rid of us here?" But going this far is too much. ”

In fact, the reason why this guy still had the intention of saying such things was because he was sure that the black-robed man in front of him would not let them die.

At this moment, the short black-robed man finally stopped, turned his head and looked at the two brothers with a gloomy look: "I brought you here because Lord Pijie has something to talk to you about alone. ”

"Who is Peeger? There's no need to take us so far. Mag said. Listening to that tone, it seems that there is no consciousness as a prisoner at all.

Kyle didn't speak, but his eyes were already off their bodies. The two brothers were surprised, and suddenly felt the temperature of their backs rise inexplicably, and turned their heads suddenly, but they were both pushed out by a powerful force.

"Whew!"

Watching the two brothers whose clothes were on fire rolling on the ground very indecently, the perpetrator, Piger, let out a low roar and began to mentally analyze the information he had received.

[Mag, species: human; Class: Level 62 Gold Low-Rank Paladin/Adventurer...... Psychic Beacon: Fearless Heart ......]

[Luo Fu, species: human; Class: Level 63 Gold Low-Rank Paladin/Adventurer...... Psychic Beacon: Calm Heart ......]

Pije felt that the two brothers were indeed a little interesting, not only were their strengths almost different, but also the psychic beacons had complementary effects, no wonder this pair of good friends could be adventurers for so long with the strength of the two of them, but nothing went wrong.