Before the old man could utter a word of pleading, the elven paladin interrupted the other party.

According to the available intelligence, this explosion not only involved North Sea pirates and goblins, but is more likely to be related to the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the locals of Stratholme.

In other words, everything that is happening now is very likely to be an internal dispute in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, as a high elf of a foreign race, there is no need and no position to intervene in it, otherwise it is very likely that he will fall to the point of thanklessness.

What's more, based on his previous performance in the Elder Square, I believe that he has been blacklisted by the Lordaeron Kingdom. Normally, the Kingdom of Lordaeron might be afraid of its reputation as the first paladin in history and would not be able to make a move, but now that this army is in chaos, who knows if the other party will do it?

He is not the kind of hot-blooded idiot who can't walk when he sees a historical figure, even the very popular "Banshee King" Sylvanas is just a close comrade-in-arms for him now. Now you want him to shed his blood for the Lordaeron Kingdom, which is likely to be in trouble for himself? Forget it.

Although he is a paladin, his beliefs are not the kind of concept of protecting civilians and protecting the weak. His belief in the Light was more self-egoistic, more subjective, and in a way selfish.

However, the archbishop had obviously already thought of the possibility of Roland's refusal, and he did not say much, but nodded silently, and waved Benedictas to complete his task, and he himself followed closely behind.

Benedictas didn't react much to Roland's choice, and the young man who had wandered around knew that one had to know what to do and what not to do. He just took a deep look at the paladin, who seemed to be a stranger, and left the hall with a large number of priests, and went to gather the scattered civilians.

With the departure of a large number of priests, the already crowded hall immediately became empty. Roland turned his head to look at the dumb hairy king who wanted to speak, "Arthur, you want to die for them?" ”

The Knight King opened his emerald eyes wide, and looked at the paladin-for-tat, "For the weak, it is against the way of knights to see death and not save them!" ”

"What about you?" Roland didn't answer immediately, but turned his head to Lotherma and Liadrin, who had been silent.

"There is no reason for Queldore to get involved in the strife between the human kingdoms."

Not caring about the Knight King, who was glaring at him, the grim-faced Ranger continued, "I never thought that these greedy and cunning humans were weak, otherwise it would have been Queldore who would have occupied the woodlands of East Tirisfara and Daron Mill, not the kingdom of Lordaeron. ”

Obviously, Lotherma has always been angry about the behavior of humans taking advantage of the High Elves and trolls to fight and die, wantonly occupying the land, and compressing the living space of the High Elves. Although some of the High Elves are also due to the sparse population, the Ranger in front of him has obviously thrown a bigger pot on the heads of humans.

Liadline cautiously glanced at the Knight King, who had been teaching her swordsmanship, and whispered, "I also think that we should not get involved in the internal affairs of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but we can help maintain order among the civilians in the square." ”

Roland pondered for a while, and finally made up his mind: "Lotherma, you and Liadline go to help Benedictas, remember not to act lightly. Arthur, let's go find out if we need to retreat. ”

I didn't plan to step into the vortex between Lordaeron and Stratholme, but I had to know what was going on with the enemy, and if I was stupid enough to sit in the chapel and wait for the enemy to attack, it would be better to run away.

As the saying goes, "knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will not be defeated in a hundred battles", only by understanding the intelligence of the other party can we make the most accurate judgment. In the face of troublesome things that have nothing to do with you, whether you stand up or run away, it should be a decision after weighing the pros and cons, rather than relying on enthusiasm.

You must know that these people in human society who are good at playing with power are human spirits, and even the amiable Alonthos Fao is not a completely trustworthy existence for Roland, a High Elf from Quel'Thalas.

If you shoot blindly, if you don't become a hero, but are beaten as a villain by the Lordaeron Kingdom, it is simply indefinite for you, an elf who is a guest in a foreign place. If it comes to that point, who knows that this venerable archbishop will not turn his face because of a foreigner who has not known him for a few days and an old fellow sitting on the throne!

According to what Roland has seen and heard in the chapel these days, if you take the strength of a human being, an ordinary adult probably only has two points of strength. And a qualified warrior, like the soldiers who usually patrol outside the chapel, has a strength value of about four points, and they are only low-level warriors.

As for the mid-level warriors, such as the captain Marven he met in the square when he first came to the chapel, his strength was only on par with Roland, and there were not many such people in the whole of Stratholme.

Therefore, a mid-level professional can already be regarded as an elite, not to mention that Roland himself is still a paladin who can use holy light. Coupled with the knight king who has experienced countless wars around him, even if he is surrounded by pirates, he believes that it is impossible for his two people to have no chance of escaping.

After all, a high-level warrior is enough to become a captain in the elite army of a kingdom with his own strength, so why bother living a life at sea without a meal and being in fear all the time? The confident Roland led the knight king to rely on his dexterity and walked in the opposite direction along the mighty flow of people.

It's a pity that both of them underestimated how terrible humanity can be in such a chaotic moment. Less than ten minutes after leaving the chapel, the street ahead was completely blocked by the chaotic crowd.

Shouting, screaming, and roaring mingled into a ball, striking the two of them from all directions. However, there weren't many unsightly fellows who caught up with the two of them, for they both had put on the armor of the Silver Hand before they set out. This kind of heavily armed tin can, not everyone dares to come up and try their teeth.

Of course, Roland has no intention of entangling with this group of chaotic people here, he is not a kind of guy who is overflowing with love like the Dumb Hair King, and he doesn't want to care about this kind of guy who has nothing to do at the moment. However, a golden glow flashed in the distance in the crowd that made him change his mind.

Paladin? He narrowed his eyes.

The Silver Hand is back? That was his first thought, but he quickly dismissed the idea, and according to yesterday's report, the group was still playing hide-and-seek with trolls in the mountains, and unless a legendary mage came to open the door for them, they would have to continue to play guerrilla in the mountains and forests.

In addition, so many days have passed since the baptismal ceremony, and most of the paladins from other countries have returned to their own countries, so the only paladins who can stay here now are the local nobles.

That's right, nobleman, this kind of land snake must know some of the specific circumstances now! The excited elven paladin quickly approached the other party, and then, he saw a bloody man covered in scars surrounded by a group of strong men, and a frightened girl behind him.

In this case, you don't have to think about it to know what's going on. Roland took a sharp step back, and in an instant, rushed behind the thugs surrounding the two of them, and used the Divine Storm that had been completely mastered by him.

With just 30 points of Holy Energy, a golden storm rose from the back of the crowd, and the blades of Holy Light left terrible wounds on these ill-intentioned thugs.

But before he could raise his head, he heard a familiar voice: "Hey, little one, take a hand, my dragon is stuck in the sky again!" ”

I hate rolling! Looking at the group of thugs who fell in front of her, the girl who cried with joy, and the panda man beside her who had one foot stuck in the wall, Roland really wanted to hold his forehead and say: "A bit of a warrior monk's professionalism?" The flying dragon is still so giggling in the terrain of the sky card, do you want to be ashamed? ”

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