"Why is he here?" Duke Sadong Breck, who was in charge of maintaining order, said with a frown when he saw the frame of Archduke Grandin.

"It's not up to us to know where this real aristocrat wants to go." Marshal Effasibi, who was captured by Duke Shadong Breck, said.

"I don't have any extra knights to protect him." Because of the long arrears of wages, even if Empress Tiffin has always appeared in front of the public with a benevolent image, those workers of the Masonry Brotherhood are also in a state that may explode at any time.

The Duke of Thadom Breck heard that it was because of the workers of the Masonry Brotherhood, and heard rumors that the Council of Nobles intended to pay off the debts directly after using the title to lure Van Cleef to fail.

"Do you think this Grand Duke needs the protection of these knights of yours?" Seeing Greenhill riding a golden war horse, Marshal Effacibi, whose profession is a warrior, suddenly envied the profession of paladin.

Not to mention the combat effectiveness, at least it has the style of an actor.

In some situations where there is no need to fight, a paladin with the style of an actor is much more useful than a warrior who can only enter with a white knife and come out with a red knife.

For example, now, if it weren't for the paladin's holy light technique with its own warm male effect, it would be stimulated by the murderous aura that those warriors couldn't wash clean, and maybe something would happen.

"With that Excellency here, he certainly doesn't need our protection." Duke Shahon Brick forcibly turned his gaze away from Greenhill.

In the last few days, the head of the Stormwind branch of the Knights of the Silver Hand has used almost all of his connections to ask the northern nations about Greenhill's existence.

It's a pity that whoever it is, the answer to Duke Sahon Breck is that there is no such person.

And the person in charge of the Chapel of the Wish of Light, who most likely knew who the other party was, Baron Tairossos did not respond.

So the Duke sat on wax...... At some point, the Duke and the little black dragon who was doing trouble in Stormwind City thought of going together.

This female knight who claims to be the Great Lord, and the Grand Duke of Grandin, can't be a dragon.

Unlike the game world of the future, the dragon is still a legendary creature in Azeroth (Khadgar bullied Deathwing with lockpicking in the world of Draenor).

Duke Shadong Bryck would think of it with that little black dragon, purely because he had read too much literature.

Coincidentally, when Duke Shadong Brick was puzzled, he thought of the black dragon princess Onexia who went with him...... Or maybe Countess Caterina Presto said the same thing as the head of the Order.

"Why is he here??"

Exactly the same sentence, but compared to the inexplicable attitude of Duke Shadong Brick, the voice of the Black Dragon Princess, who was hiding in a small room to watch the good show she guided, only had a horror that could not be concealed.

Six elite dragonman guards, wiped out in less than a minute.

Although this kind of strength is not too exaggerated among dragons, it is combined with the "human" of the unknown race, who calls himself the Grand Duke of Grandin, and what he says.

The Black Dragon Princess, who has always felt good about herself, has a feeling that things are out of control.

"No, I will never allow failure!! I will never allow my father, my brother to see my jokes! The Black Dragon Princess said in a hoarse voice in the gloomy room.

Compared to the unknown Mishan, in the eyes of the Black Dragon Princess, her father and brother are more terrifying.

Her brother, Nefarian, the ruler of the Blackwing's Lair, said that the most that fell into his hands was a little bit of blood.

But if his failure is known to his father...... Then death may be the best ending.

Caught in fear of what her father had done, the Black Dragon Princess yelled at her subordinates:

"Cancel the plan! Change your plans! Gather all your strength! Kill that guy! Kill that intruder! Let that guy know the consequences of daring to provoke the daughter of Deathwing! ”

Mishan, who didn't know he was being targeted, was evaluating the rumors that the masonry brothers would hear:

"Obviously, the little black dragon who unleashed this rumor doesn't want these stonemasons to become a mess after her plan is over."

"Brotherhoods that can come together to cause trouble can cause more trouble for Stormwind."

"What your lord says is very true!" Greenhill's reaction was the chief dog's leg.

Mishan, who was accustomed to Greenhill's attitude, looked a little excited, but under self-restraint and the maintenance of those city guards and knight paladins, the masonry brotherhood barely maintained order.

And Empress Tiffany, who is using a gentle tone and those masonry brotherhoods to ensure that the Stormwind Kingdom will not abandon anyone.

"Can you protect the queen at this distance?" Misr asked Greenhill.

"If only it were ordinary stones." Greenhill said there was no pressure.

"But what if it's not an ordinary stone?" Mishan asked.

“…… My lord, I can resurrect it! Greenhill said there are two more insurances.

"I think it's more than you, but in historical records, Her Royal Highness the Queen was still stoned to death." Mishan said.

“…… Do you think something unexpected will happen? Thinking about it, Greenhill wondered.

In the world of Azeroth, apart from death due to soul failure and physical exhaustion, it is very difficult to think of an unnatural death...... Especially some heroes.

Maybe the common people are dead or something, but a big nobleman like Queen Tiffin must be surrounded by a bunch of priests to watch out for unexpected situations.

Unless your soul is scattered in an instant, it's really hard to want to die.

"Well, pay attention, whether it's in the comics or in the plot, Queen Tiffany's death is quite strange." Mishan said.

However, it was because of this reminder from Mishan that Greenhill focused most of his attention on Queen Tiffany.

When she found out that the situation was a little strange, she only found that there were seven or eight city guards around her at some unknown time.

It's not that the city guards are so secretive, it's that they...... Or rather, they used the push and shove of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons as they approached.

Greenhill, who didn't perceive the aura of "human" from the city guard, reacted that the other party's target was not the queen, but Lord Mishan.

"My lord! Be careful! Greenhill immediately hugged Misr Shan and the two smashed into the carriage together.

Seeing that the target was aware, the guards had hideous expressions on their faces, and then chanted in dragon language with a roar that humans could not make: "For the Black Dragon Legion!" ”

Immediately after, cracks appeared in the bodies of these guards, apparently dressed as dragonmen, and flames of darkness erupted from these cracks.

In the next second, as soon as the others focused their attention on the Grand Duke's carriage, which suddenly bloomed with holy light, these dragonman guards directly turned into shadow flame bombs and exploded.

Compared to the loud explodes of normal black powder or other bombs made of Azerost, the explosion of the Shadow Flame Bomb is silent.

Anyone who was consumed by the flames of the Shadows, even the slightest touch of their limbs, felt the pain of tearing their souls apart, and even the strong-willed guards struggled for only a few seconds longer than the stonemasons.

Only the paladins who reacted quickly to activate the Holy Shield Technique survived the encirclement of the Shadow Flames.

When the shadow flames brought by the silent explosion dissipated, a full third of the square in front of the cathedral in the church district was reduced to a pool of death.

The corpses consumed by the Shadow Flames are extremely twisted as a testament to how much pain these people endured before they died.

At the heart of the explosion, the four-wheeled carriage of the British Fan and the two alpine horses were long gone, leaving only a faint but gritty glow there.

Staying in the light, Mishan glanced at the hell around him with a somewhat dazed look, and then lowered his head to look at his unharmed body.

Touching the light around him with his finger, a feeling of isolation arose.

"Holy Interference?" Mishan immediately knew what kind of skill the light he was wearing on his body was.

Use the power above the rules to protect the subject and not be harmed in any sense no matter when or where the protected object is.

And this skill requires a paladin to sacrifice himself.

to achieve this result, which can only be described as a "miracle".

"Avalon" belonging to the world of Azeroth

"Greenhill ......" Rice Shan can understand Greenhill's reason for doing this, because in the game...... Y. Shan often does this.

But games are games after all, and Greenhill made that choice in reality...... And there is hardly any hesitation.

Let Mishan feel for the first time what it means to be entrusted with the weight of life.

"My lord, I'm ......," Greenhill's somewhat breathless voice rang in Misrham's ears.

"Ouch, huh?" The expression that was not serious for more than 2 seconds turned into confusion, Mishan looked up, and did not see Greenhill's figure, so he could only ask into the air, "Aren't you dead?" ”

"I'm dead, my lord, so I'm running for the soul, and I'll be there soon." Even the soul can run out of breath, which shows that Greenhill is really in a hurry.

“…… Can you still run souls? "Isn't this Nima the game setting?? Mi Shan said speechlessly.

"This is your gift!" This time, Greenhill's voice sounded directly beside Missang.

Looking at Greenhill, who had not changed much, but was just a little out of breath, Mishan opened his mouth and asked, "Can this spell be canceled?" ”

"My lord, it's still dangerous here!" Greenhill said.

"Cancel it!" Mishan spoke in a commanding tone.

"Yes, sir." Greenhill had no choice but to obey and cancel the Holy Interference Barrier on Misrance.

The moment the barrier disappeared, Mishan directly stretched out his hand and took Greenhill in his arms, smelling the warm smell of holy light on the female knight's body, and said in her ear, "Thank you"

"And, kill Onexia!"