Today is the last day of the Stratholme tournament.

Because Benedictas was still recuperating from his injuries, Illusia stood alone in front of the statue in the center of the square, waiting for the final result, her thin body looking a little lonely in the autumn wind. Although she was surrounded by a tightly surrounded family guard, in her opinion, there was no one to talk to.

According to the predetermined plan, the last ten fighters will be selected from their respective jousting rings by noon today, and all she needs to do is take them to the chapel so that the fighters can adjust their state during the ceremony.

Although the baptism rituals of this world do not have the rules of burning incense and bathing and fasting for three days, those warriors who can go to the last step are all fanatics who have gone through the battlefield and shed blood with knives. If the baptism ritual is performed directly on them, then there is absolutely only one result of failure.

So the next few days will be a precious time for them to increase their success rate in becoming a paladin. They must straighten their minds in the chapel, calm their minds, and immerse themselves in the power of the Light in order to gain the approval of the Light.

Not only these ten warriors, but also other candidates for baptism who are ready to be baptized will follow the same arrangement. Although this is not a mandatory measure, no one will complain even a word. The possibility of living a pure-hearted life for a few days in exchange for great power, a fool knows what to choose.

Of course, it is precisely because of this so-called "closed training camp" that the former champion of the martial arts tournament and the strongest warrior of Lordaeron, Dasohan Saidan, wants to take advantage of the last opportunity to have a good time and feel the excitement of the blood before going to the chapel for a miserable cleansing for him.

The thought of the guy who had been beaten yesterday and the gossip that had now spread throughout Stratholme made the girl so angry that she wanted to push the haughty elf to the ground and stomp on his unspeakably pretty face a thousand times!

"A fool without a vision to refuse the archbishop's invitation." The young priest muttered quietly, clenched her pink fists, and her red face was full of excitement, "Even I have suffered, you fool! ”

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the vicinity of a ring on the south side of the square became quiet, and there were no loud cheers and shouts, and all the spectators seemed to be choked by the throat and their mouths were neatly closed. The little ring looked special and strange in the whole noisy square.

The girl looked up at the crowd in the distance. Is the competition there over? Shouldn't that be a cheer from the audience, making the atmosphere even more hot? With a hint of curiosity, Illusia made a gesture and walked towards the strange ring with the family guards beside her.

"Looks like I really miscalculated!"

Roland walked with the Knight King in the gap where the crowd had automatically separated, with a touch of embarrassment on his face. It's not that he's thin-skinned, no matter who it is, being looked up and down by a large group of people like giant pandas in the zoo is probably the reaction.

Well, except for this foodie fool under me. Glancing obliquely at the female knight with a calm look, the young man was deeply ashamed of his own hasty behavior while admiring the other party's cheekiness or quietness.

I thought that since the High Elves had already traded with Stratholme, the appearance of the High Elves in Stratholm should not be so noticeable. When he was watched by the humans around him as a rare animal, he remembered that the Three Sisters' ship was actually full of High Elves, and that the group of guys hadn't even been on shore when they unloaded their cargo in Stratholme!

Well, I also admit it as a rare animal, after all, rare things are precious, the young man said I forgive you civilians for their shallow knowledge, but can anyone tell me what happened to this group of humans one by one as if they had seen a ghost, shut their mouths, and automatically stay away from five meters?

The last time I came to see the excitement, I didn't encounter this situation, okay? Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but miss that stupid and cute fat panda coming, and he was also a fallen man at the end of the world!

"Looks like our friend is in trouble, Latonicus, shall we go up and say hello, Hiccup."

The chubby short man, with a belly as round as a leather ball, raised his head and said to the warrior beside him who was wearing a cloak that covered himself tightly.

"That's your friend, Arashiyama, I never said the exile was my partner!" The tall Night Elf warrior squeezed a vicious word out from between his teeth, "I don't want to be caught up in that idiot's gossip!" ”

"Not to mention that guy is accompanied by a green-eyed descender, whose brains have been gnawed by the trolls of the Ghost Lands?"

Although the Dull King can be regarded as a beauty, the Night Elves' faces still show a trace of disgust, although because of Elune's oracle, the native Night Elves will not openly suppress the Night Elves who appear in the Gray Valley and Felwood Forest, but they will not give each other any good looks.

Moreover, in the past ten days since he came to the Eastern Continent, he has already learned the views of ordinary people in Lordaeron about the Advent - lawlessness, lawlessness, and calamity. From this point, it is not difficult to understand why these humans fled as if they were afraid of being infected with the plague, not because of Roland's status as a High Elf, but because of the green-eyed Dumb King beside him.

"Are you sure?" The Panda Man's hesitant tone was a little teasing, "This is a good opportunity, if you really hate the High Elves so much, then why did you come to this continent, to Stratholme, the human city closest to Quel'Thalas?" ”

"That's enough", Latonicus looked a little annoyed, he grabbed the pandaren warrior monk, forcefully pushed away the crowd in front of him, and slowly moved towards where Roland was, "I really regret saving you from the boar people in the barrens, and I told you so much after that drunkenness!" ”

"Hehe, it's Brian who you should blame, no, it's the Thunder Beer with iron felt!" The panda man narrowed his small eyes, and a cunning that did not match his comical appearance flashed on his large, round face.

However, it is clear that someone wants to postpone their reunion with the young elf for a while. Before they had crossed half of the wall, a group of young men in swordsman suits and long swords at their waists approached each other.

Despite wearing swordsman's clothes instead of ceremonial gowns, it is clear from the fabric of the clothes and some of the small ornaments on them that they are not ordinary civilians. Contrary to the audience next to them, who were afraid of the silver-haired elves, they stopped straight in front of Roland and the Knight King.

The young man in the lead was long and handsome, wearing a black and red knight's uniform, his long golden hair was combed very neatly, and his blue eyes seemed to be peaceful, but they were secretly sharp.

"Drake Prodmoor, a friend from Quel'Salas and son of Daylin Prodmoore, sends you greetings from Coultiras Tiras." This young man, who would die under the flames of the red dragon in the past history, was neither humble nor arrogant, and did enough courtesy.

"Holy Light, it's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Roland Morning Song, a warrior from the Wraith Lands." Although he complained in his heart that "nobles are hypocritical, if you want to fight, why do you talk so much nonsense", but he now represents the image of a high elf, and he has to accompany the other party to be polite.

However, the young man opposite is obviously not the kind of pretentious politician, as a hot-blooded young man with the idea of looking for trouble, the second sentence goes straight to the point: "I heard that Your Excellency and Miss Barov have some unpleasantness, for the sake of Miss Barov's reputation, I hereby send you an application for a duel!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd under the ring suddenly quieted down, and the surrounding audience was stunned for a moment, and then began to whisper with excitement on their faces, like a gossip party that encountered big news.

That's why I said you guys, why don't you have to get involved in this kind of thing? Looking at the large crowd of unknown truth onlookers around him, who were obviously watching the excitement and not afraid of big things, Roland felt an urge to cover his face with his hands. However, since I came to the door, I don't care who your dad is, let's beat it up first!

"Yes, it's a good place."

Roland nodded, drew his sword, and crossed the crowd in three steps and two steps, stepping into the ring where the fight had just ended. Taking a deep breath, the young paladin's eyes glowed with a terrifying light, and he raised his sword and pointed at the young man he challenged: "Come on, let me see how capable Admiral Dai Lin's son is!" ”

In a word, just do it!