"Holy Light, Dear Paladin, that's all I know, please go and inform the Archbishop that those murderous pirates could attack this city at any moment."

After saying that, the goblin pirate looked up cautiously and stole a glance at the High Elf sitting at the desk. He had seen this elf at the scene of the previous assassination, and it was he who saved the poisoned man. Moreover, there were rumors that this elf was one against ten in the Elder Square, and that he was the first paladin in Azeroth.

I heard that the paladins are all loyal believers in the Holy Light, so he will definitely not sit idly by, as long as the archbishop can remind Stratholme's garrison in time, then I will be safe. Thinking of this, Grezx looked relieved.

Roland, who had just been woken up from his slumber, was a little dazed by the sudden news, the North Sea pirates had come back to attack Stratholme? His first instinct was to get the liar out of the way.

But on second thought, only half of the garrison had been transferred out to fight the trolls just a few days ago, and if the North Sea Pirates came to get involved in Lordaeron's attack on Stratholme, then it would be really hard to say who would win and who would lose.

However, even if the garrison was empty and would be held back by Lordaeron's arrivals, the pirates would not have much chance of winning. What gave them so much confidence, or was it something good here that they would rather lose half of their fleet than get it?

The paladin, who had no clue, shook his head and decided to be on the safe side for the time being, and discussed it with Benedictas first. So, he turned to the elven ranger who had been the first to spot the intruder: "Lotherma, please go and get Benny—"

"Boom!" The earth-shattering roar echoed through half the city, interrupting what he was about to say.

"Forget it, go and call Artoria and Liadrin, and we'll take this goblin directly to the archbishop!" Seeing that things were developing beyond imagination, Roland decisively picked up the breastplate on the table, and said to the silent ranger as he tried to put it on his body.

"No need."

The heavily armed Knight King walked in from outside the door with his new disciple, she glanced at the strange goblin curiously, and said eagerly: "It's been a long time since there has been a real battle, if those pirates dare to come, they will test their swords today!" ”

Eh, it seems that the Dull-Hairy King has been full of vitality since he advanced to the fourth-order paladin that day, if he really encounters an enemy, this guy won't rush straight up, right?

Glancing at the energetic Knight King with a little worry, Roland still decided not to think about this guy anymore. After all, the other party was once a guy who crawled out of the battlefield of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, even if he became a heroic spirit, he shouldn't need to think about it, instead of worrying about her, it is better to consider Liadrin's safety.

Although Liadline was the first Blood Knight in the game, and later became the leader of the Blood Elf Knight, she is still just an immature low-level priest, and she has no courage and no fighting skills, which is definitely the biggest weakness of her four-person team.

However, despite her lack of strength, Roland still does not underestimate the other party. You must know that although the Blood Knight can use the Holy Light like the Holy Knight, unlike the Holy Knight who only needs to pay faith, the Blood Knight uses his arcane talent to forcibly lock the Holy Light in his body, which is simply "hurt others before hurting himself".

Therefore, every Blood Knight is fighting with their lives in the true sense of the word, and they are invincible on the battlefield only because they squander their own life. With this kind of strong spiritual strength and firm will, under the teaching of himself and the Dumb Fur King, as long as he can withstand a few battles, he must be able to catch up and surpass Illusia.

"Lotherma, if there's a fight, remember to protect the priest."

Fearing that it would affect Liadrin's mood, Roland didn't name him, but only vaguely mentioned it to the ranger, and then crossed the long sword, lifted the goblin at his feet with one hand, and walked briskly towards the archbishop's residence.

Stratholme, a gloomy basement near the docklands.

The dim candlelight flickered incessantly, and the flickering shadows left a dark dance on the cold walls, as if playing a melody that led to hell.

Two old nobles in black dresses sat side by side in front of a wooden table, looking at the elven mage opposite and the crystal sphere in front of the mage, their faces flickered, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

"It seems that you have figured it out, everyone can be forgiven, except for the two families headed by Capel and Rofal, who cannot be forgiven by Terenus. Now, the fate of your respective families is in your own hands. ”

The High Elves paused, showed a gesture of reverence, and raised their voices, "My Lord is merciful, accept the glory of my Lord, or walk into the dust of history, everything is up to you." ”

Count Capel and Duke of Rofal had clearly made up their minds, and they looked at each other with determination in their eyes, and each took the contract on the table and signed his name.

"Very good", seeing that the goal in front of him had finally been agreed, the elven mage showed a bright smile, "As a ceremony to welcome the two of you, I will have a flaming party in Stratholme, and let us praise the brilliance of our lord with the blooming red lotus!" ”

"Praise be to my lord," the two old men who had made their choice stood up, put their right hand on their chests, and responded.

In the small hotel in the docklands, the sound of explosions in the distance has awakened Segard Brisboes, who is always on the alert. Although he was not fully conscious, he still reached for the dagger that lay next to his pillow, and the cold touch made him feel reassured.

Got started today? The rebellious thief had obviously not expected Terenus to attack so quickly, and he couldn't help but be glad that the code he had agreed with the North Sea Pirates was an explosion, and Lord Darkan must have made arrangements now.

The red lotus of karmic fire will burn across the land, the cruel pirates will pay for the crimes they have committed, and the Freemasonry with its teachings of justice and equality will take root in this ruins and blossom into a brilliant flower of freedom.

"Praise be to my lord."

The man knelt on the ground reverently, whispering a prayer to the faith in his heart.

The clouds that had dispersed at some point revealed Elune behind him, and the silver moonlight shone through the narrow skylight on the humble thief. At this moment, despite being in hell, he was like a saint.