After the Elite Exchange Match, Filch, who had performed well, was spotted by the Temple and recruited as the Guardian Knight of the Temple. This was a great honor for the Beamon warriors, and Filch naturally agreed with joy.

Filch himself lives in the southeastern province of the Moyue Empire, but it is the northeastern province that responds to the call. However, the Filch family is not a wealthy family, and although Wolf is a great nobleman of Beamon, not every family is a nobleman. The Filch family was just an ordinary military household with a very low status. Out of Filch, a Templar Knight, the family had an honor, so the family moved to the Northeast Province.

The Templars were also ranked, from lowest to highest, thorns, black iron, bronze, silver, gold, and the tallest Templars, corresponding to the Lord, Baron, Viscount, Earl, Marquis, and Duke. There are also fiefs and fiefs. Filch is a special move, as soon as he enters the temple, he is a bronze horseman, and there is a small fiefdom, which is enough for the family to eat and wear. Coupled with his own salary subsidy, he is already quite wealthy.

Originally, it was a very good ending here, but things didn't turn out so well.

The supreme head of the temple in the Northeast Province, Vi'an Shaman Chagusle, is also a wolf of the wolf clan, and he still took good care of Filch at first. However, after half a year of Filch's employment, he should normally take a test, which is a process that every temple actually has to go through. The Bronze Horseman is also considered a mainstay in a provincial temple, and both the Gold Rank and the Templars are directly under the jurisdiction of the highest temple of the Empire, so the test of the Bronze Horseman must be somewhat difficult.

However, the Lord Vian Shaman, who had taken good care of Filch, actually arranged a test for Filch that is usually completed by a silver knight.

The tasks given by the temple must be completed, which are written into the laws of the empire and the precepts of the temple. Filch can't refuse, he can only work hard to finish. However, the Vian Shaman gave him a promise, if he could successfully complete this test, he would be promoted to the title of Silver Knight! The Silver Knight's fief and salary were much higher than Bronze's, and Filch was still a member of the same clan, so he gladly went.

"That Chagusler was trying to kill Filch!" said Moeller at this point.

"What do you say?" Night Frost was a little curious, he didn't know much about Moyue's system, but at first glance it didn't seem to be a problem. It doesn't sound wrong to give you a higher level of testing, and as long as you can complete it, you'll be given a promotion.

"Moeller, don't talk nonsense!" LynchBarton frowned.

"Lynch, don't you ......" Murler glared at LynchBarton angrily, and continued to explain to Nightfrost: "Chagusler just wants to find an excuse to kill Filch, but Filch is a Templar, and his name is recorded in the roster of the Imperial Temple, so he is already considered a nobleman, and it is not okay to punish him without teaching." So he came up with this desperate plan to send Filch to his death!"

"But why did he do this?" Night Frost was a little confused, although he didn't understand the system of the Moyue Empire, he still had a rough idea of what level the Vian Shaman was. At the freshman exchange meeting, the handsome Fox guy who had a good relationship with Trump was the governor of the imperial province and the Vian Shaman, who was at the same level as the governor of a province! A temple bronze horseman, supposedly a viscount, is much worse than the governor of the province, and there is no conflict of interest between them at all.

"It's not because of Kamilya's villain!" Hai Qing'er's face flushed, and she gritted her teeth and continued to explain to Night Frost.

Kamilya is one of the high-ranking temples of the Northeast Province, the director of the heresy arbitrator, this guy has a deep background, and his brother is one of the twelve chief priests of the kingdom. So no one dared to mess with him in the locality. According to Hai Qing'er's words, this guy is greedy for money and lustful, deceives superiors and subordinates, bullies men and women, and is a famous temple villain.

The rest of the story is not particularly clear, but what is known is that Camilla suddenly declared the Filch family heretics and arrested them in the Inquisition Tribunal while Filch was on a mission to complete the temple, and the Filch family has not been seen since.

"Big Brother Filch's family are all loyal believers in the God of War, how can it be a heresy!" Hai Qing'er said indignantly: "Camilla thought that Big Brother Filch would definitely die in the mission, but she didn't expect that Big Brother Filch came back alive and completed the mission!"

The next thing is clear, Filch is not only back, but also on the way to complete the mission, his strength has increased greatly, and he has broken through to the level of the earth fighter in one fell swoop. When he returned, he heard that the whole family was being treated as a heretic and seized the heresy tribunal, and the whole person went crazy.

"Supposedly, even if this is the case, Filch would not dare to storm the temple. Seeing that Hai Qing'er and Moeller's words were too personal, Lynch Barton couldn't help but interject: "He must have heard some rumors from the people, so he entered the temple in a fit of rage and assassinated Camilla." Kamilya was the head of the Inquisition and a high-ranking member of the temple, and assassinating him was undoubtedly blasphemous...... Alas......"

"What rumor? Is it really a rumor?" Moeller snorted softly, "What kind of person is Camilla, don't you know Lynch?" Lynch opened his mouth, speechless.

There was a moment of silence.

Night Frost nodded thoughtfully, her fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop. Originally, he thought that Filch had really done something infuriating, but he didn't expect it to be like this, and listening to the tone of Moeller and Hai Qing'er, it was obviously because the director of the heresy tribunal intended to frame the Filch family, so Filch killed him in anger.

"In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised. Killing people in a fit of anger for his family, he's a man, well, a good man!"

Lynch glanced at Night Frost dissatisfied, but didn't say anything. Assassinating the top of the temple is a blasphemy in Beamon's eyes, but Night Frost is not Beamon, and Lynch can't say anything about Night Frost. It was Hai Qing'er and Moeller who glanced at Night Frost appreciatively.

With a smile, Night Frost drank all the ale wine in his hand and got up to say goodbye. Lynch Barton and the others did not stay, they met by chance, and each other had their own purposes, so they were happy to get together and disperse.

Night Frost left the bar, and the few mercenaries who had been piled up at the door by him had already run away, and Night Frost didn't care, recognized the direction, and rushed towards the Black Wind Valley. What he said to Lynch was true or false, he was indeed coming to the Valley of the Black Wind Valley, it was true, and it was also true that he was short of money. However, it is not suitable for life, but it is a lot of money!

Lilith's renunciation made him think about it a lot, and a year of recuperation at home gave him plenty of time to think about it. He didn't blame Lilith, Lilith told him at the beginning that the family was pressing, and from Johnny's mouth, Night Frost also learned that Lilith and Lingyu were together, and a big reason was the Soros family, that is, Lilith's elders. And the main reason why they are optimistic about Lingyu is that Lingyu is born, he is the son of the Lingjia family, a wealthy family in Yilei.

It's not enough to have a personal martial artist, unless you reach a transcendent saint level or quasi-saint level, it is difficult for your personal strength to affect those wealthy giants. And how difficult is it to reach the Holy Rank and the Quasi-Holy Rank? There are only five Aegean Holy Rank with names and surnames. There are certainly some unknowns, but not much. It can be seen from the fact that Jose, Kaoqi and other powerful countries do not have a holy order in charge.

Although a Grand Magus also has a deterrent power, it is nothing to those big forces. An archmage may be able to defeat three or five or eight mages, but he will never be able to defeat three hundred mid-level mages. Three hundred intermediate-level magic spells smashed over, regardless of whether you are a great mage or a celestial fighter, you have to hold your head and run away.

For example, if Emperor Wang Bai was just a young master with outstanding strength, he might become a topic of conversation after dinner, but he would not have attracted the attention of all forces. However, he formed the Flying Eagle Knights, and now the Flying Eagle is one of the top ten mercenary groups in the Aegean, and Emperor Wang Bai has also become a figure that is enough to affect the situation on the entire continent. Even if he is a great emperor of a great country, his every move will be paid some attention. That's the difference!

Night Hanshuang also wanted to follow Emperor Wang Bai to pull up a team, but he didn't have Emperor Wang's ability. When Emperor Wang Bai founded the Flying Eagle, he was already a cultivator of the Heavenly Warriors, challenging many well-known masters in the mainland, and gathering the first batch of partners with his personal charm, a group of followers who could sleep in the open because of their admiration for Emperor Wang. Night Frost doesn't have this ability, so he needs money, money can't solve everything, but money can undoubtedly solve many things.

Nightfrost is worth a lot of money, but even so, it's still quite far from his goal. The reward for this mission is 500,000 gold coins, even if you only get one percent, it is a lot of money. Of course, unless he takes all of the 500,000 yuan, it will still only be a small amount of money from his goal, after all, Ye Hanshuang's goal is to form a force that is enough for a wealthy family like the four major families in the Western Continent.

Scarrid wasn't far from the Valley of the Black Wind, and it was only an hour before he could travel with all his might in the Night's Frosty Footsteps. However, the Realm of Chaos was not a very safe place, and Night Frost didn't dare to consume too much mana, so he didn't rush at full speed. As a result, I saw something that was not very pleasing to the eye.

Night Frost flew at a low altitude, and suddenly noticed a large pool of blood on the trunk of a tree not far away, so he couldn't help but slow down and lean over.

It was indeed bloodstains, and Night Frost had seen it up close, confirming this. I don't know how long I worked on the battlefield in the fantasy realm of Martial God Island, and blood was almost the most familiar thing for Night Frost.

Since there were traces of blood, there should have been a battle nearby, and Night Frost turned around and soon found the trace.

In a relatively open area in the forest, there were more than a dozen corpses lying horizontally.

Night Frost frowned slightly, leaning over to take a closer look at the corpses. The corpses were all Beamon, the vast majority of them samurai, and there were also two priests. They are uniformly dressed and should be official people of Beamon.

Most of the corpses bear signs of being pierced by magic. Night Frost put his hand on the wound and carefully felt it, it was a rather unfamiliar elemental fluctuation. It seems to be caused by a kind of eccentric magic.

Night Frost took a closer look and found that the fatal wounds of some of the corpses were not magic, but extremely narrow wounds, which should have been wounded by very thin blades. One of them was particularly noticeable, when the throat was pierced, and the wound was only half an inch wide and no more than a millimeter thick.

"What a strange weapon, and some familiar ......" Nightfrost thought carefully in her mind about the weapon that might cause such a wound, but she didn't have a clue for a moment. And vaguely, Night Frost seemed to feel that something was wrong, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

At this moment, a corpse suddenly trembled slightly. Night Frost hurriedly leaned over. It was a Garfield lynx warrior, and Nightfrost picked up the warrior, but after a glance, Nightfrost knew that he was hopeless. A sharp spell pierced his chest, and although it was not in the middle room, it still passed by. Although he didn't lose his breath for a while because of his strong body, it was only a matter of time.

"Blood...... Blood...... Bloodfiend...... "The Lynx warrior struggled to open his eyes, stared at the night frost, and used his last strength to spit out two words, and then stopped breathing.

"Bloodseeker...... Bloodseeker ...... Bloodline magic!" Nightfrost was stunned, no wonder these corpses made him feel wrong, because there was no blood coming out of the wounds. And the narrow wound Night Frost also had an impression, which was caused by the calyx flying sword.

"Is it the hand of a bloodline magician?" Night Frost frowned slightly as she put down the bobcat warrior's corpse. He didn't want to be nosy, but there was a bloodthirsty bloodline mage nearby that wouldn't have an impact on him.

Nightfrost was considering whether or not to dispose of the corpses, when she suddenly noticed that something was approaching her. That is, followed by the second, the third, and the fourth. I don't know how many people came from all sides, myself, were surrounded!

The night frost did not move rashly, the enemy and the enemy were unknown, and rash action could be unnecessarily hit, and there was no need to provoke unnecessary enemies. Second, Night Frost is very confident in his strength at this time, confident that even if something really happens, he can get out of the way.

Several figures appeared around Night Frost, most of them Beamon warriors, but also a few elven archers, occupying the high ground, bending their bows and arrows at Night Frost. They were all dressed in the same uniforms as the corpses on the ground, apparently in a group.

The leader was a two-meter-tall strong man, about thirty years old, with short orange hair that stood on end. From time to time, the yellow-brown eyes flashed a sharp light. A scar slashed through his left eye, but thankfully it didn't hurt. There are pitch-black stripes on the bare skin of his face and arms, and four black lines on his forehead, three horizontal and one vertical, forming the character 'Wang'. Behind him is a tail like a steel whip, and two short guns are carried behind his back. This is a warrior of the Tiger Clan, who generally use guns as weapons, but most of them are single-handed. But this samurai is carrying two guns, and he should be a high-ranking Taigo warrior!

The Tygo warrior's gaze scanned for a week, and finally rested on Nightfrost, muttering a lot. He spoke in Beamon, with a strong accent, and Night Frost didn't understand it too well, but the general meaning was obviously to ask who Night Frost was.

"Just passers-by. Night Hanshuang replied in the lingua franca of the Aegean, his Bimon language was very ordinary, it was okay to listen to, and it was okay to watch, but it was a bit reluctant to say.

"How do you prove that you didn't kill these people?" asked the Tiger Warrior in a somewhat stiff lingua franca.

"Come here, let's make a move, don't you know?" Night Frost was a little unhappy, especially when he was pointed at by those elven archers. The Elves, Beamenhaus, and Montitas are the three most advanced races in Aegean archery. House excels at a variety of fancy archery techniques and excels at skill. The Montita people are all sharpshooters, and they are good at arrows coordinated by the legions. Elven archers are the best magic arrows. The thought of being pointed at the head by a magic arrow made Night Frost very unhappy.

"That's what I was going to do!" the Tygo warrior grinned, "Don't do it, all of you!" The latter sentence was apparently addressed to the man who came with him. As soon as the warriors heard that the leader was going to fight with this passer-by of unknown origin, not only did they not object, but they agreed and retreated. To put it nicely, it's called the martial spirit, but to put it mildly, Night Frost just thinks that the Beamon warriors are all missing a string in their brains.

"Be careful!" Night Frost snorted, and his body turned into a cloud of green smoke, and he was in front of the Tygo warrior in an instant. The scimitar was already in his hand, and when he swung it, it was like a bolt of lightning in the clear sky.

"Good speed!" the Tiger warrior didn't know when he had already grabbed both hands, and he didn't hesitate to meet him. In the first round, both of them chose a hard shock without flowers and fakes!

With a loud bang, Night Frost flew high, turned around in the air, and stretched out a pair of cyan elemental wings behind his back, stopping in the air. The Tygo warriors were a little shorter, their feet and knees sinking into the dirt. Of course, there is a forest area, and the ground is soft because of the large amount of fallen leaves and soil, but the power of the night frost is not insignificant.

"Okay, come again!" the Tygo warrior let out a long roar, his feet straining hard, and he burst out at once, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in flames, and the leaves at his feet were scorched by the powerful flame fighting aura.

Night Frost pursed her lips and secretly complained about her back, kicking the iron plate. This opponent is a little stronger than himself in terms of fighting spirit, and he is a high-level warrior level martial artist. Just now, a knife took advantage of the acceleration from top to bottom with the help of gravity, but it still didn't take advantage. But the knife is out of its sheath, and it's useless to think about it. The night frost wind fluttered and rushed up again.

Ping-pong, short guns and scimitars collide constantly. Ye Hanshuang has not learned swordsmanship, but his martial arts are practical combat skills honed on the battlefield with a sword and a sword! The sword is sharp and domineering, and the enemy will be saved.

The Tiger Warriors are clearly famous. The two short guns are offensive and defensive, and they are clearly organized. Attacking is like a dragon out of a hole, and the code is like an iron and copper wall. In terms of martial arts alone, the Tygo warrior is superior to Night Frost, and Night Frost quickly discovered this, but he is not worried, he is not just a warrior!

The Tygo warrior blocked Nightfrost's scimitar with one shot, and the other spear stabbed Nightfrost's heart, but suddenly a buzzing wind knife slashed at his vest.

Wind system high-level magic, Wind Sorrow!The Warrior of Tego immediately made an accurate judgment, and at the same time, he also judged that with his own body protection fighting spirit, if he condensed it with all his strength, although it may not be able to stop this magic, there is still a lot of risk. And Night Frost has already withdrawn and retreated, if he continues to pursue, he may not be able to catch up with the wind warrior, Night Frost, who is already known for his speed, and his speed cannot be faster than the magic behind him, he has not caught up with Night Frost, the wind knife behind his back will cut himself first! But if he doesn't attack, it doesn't mean that Night Frost doesn't attack!

I saw that Night Frost's body suddenly blurred, and it was divided into three, two of the three Night Frost were holding scimitars, and a long elemental chain appeared in the other hand. Each of the three Night Frosts summoned a wind knife and slashed at the Tiger Warrior, and then the two Night Frosts with the knife drew an arc and struck from both sides, while the Night Frost who was holding the elemental chains did not hesitate to swing the elemental chains at the Tiger Warriors.

The Tygo warrior clearly felt that there was a sharp feeling on the chain, which was very dangerous! This premonition of the coming crisis had saved his life many times in battle, and he had no doubt about this feeling, and immediately withdrew to dodge while stabbing a wave of fighting qi with his full fighting qi to resist the elemental chain.

Dou Qi Bo was shattered by Night Frost's Wind Curse, which proved the judgment of the Tiger Warrior, but the battle was over. Facing three nights of frost at the same time, the Tygo warriors have too many loopholes to follow, whether it is attacking or defending. Two wind blades hit the wrist, and the short spear came out of his hand. And when the two doppelgangers took the opportunity to press the two scimitars against the vest and chest of the Tiger warrior, the victory and defeat could not have been more obvious.

"Do you believe it, you will be shot back like a hedgehog at my command?" the blade came down, but the Tygo warrior showed no fear.

"Then do you believe it or not, I can take your life with a slight movement of my wrist, and then I can leave alive?" Night Frost smiled lightly and replied unceremoniously.

"Hey, it's a man, you can try it! Let's see if it's what the official says is right, or if it's what you say!" said the Tego warrior with a smile.

Night Frost also smiled, the two clones retracted their knives and retreated, returning to Night Frost, there was another burst of blurring, the three clones merged into one, and the two scimitars had been put into the sheath. Night Frost chuckled, "I don't think there's any need for that, if you're not a fool, you should be able to see that the death of those colleagues lying on the ground has nothing to do with me." Night Frost was very happy and laughing, not because he had defeated the Tego warrior, but because he had found that one of the few skills that could be used in the Red Realm was much more effective than magic in martial arts. This is equivalent to more than doubling the instantaneous attack power!

The warrior of Tego looked deeply at the night frost, and after a while, he burst into laughter: "Okay, very good, I, Jimmy Teller, like a bold person like you, you said that the matter here has nothing to do with you, and the official believes it." As for this competition, the official also admitted defeat. I hope I have the opportunity to compete again next time!"

"Okay, I'm waiting for you at any time!" Night Frost laughed as well.

With a wave of his hand, the Taggo warrior Jimitler commanded his subordinates: "Collect the bodies of the fallen brothers, and we will continue to find that bastard!"

The Beamon warrior took the order and began to collect the corpses of his colleagues. Two monks stepped forward to treat a wound on Jimitler's wrist. Every samurai who passed by Night Frost looked at him with admiration. The Beamon warriors respected the strong the most, especially the powerful and heroic, even the enemy.

Night Frost, who had already turned enemies into friends, and Jimmy Teller chatted on the side, not seeing the appearance of life and death just now. From Jimitler's mouth, Nightfrost Nahan learned that this group of people turned out to be the arbiters from the Arbiter of the Temple of the Ink Moon Empire. Jimmy Teller is the captain, and they're here to hunt down a wanted criminal for a temple, the bloodline mage who killed the arbiters.

Hearing this, Night Frost couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and he had seen the wanted Filch wanted warrant issued by the temple in the Northeast Province. Now there is a group of arbiters who are chasing the most wanted criminals of the Temple. Moyue Temple, there are a lot of things?