In the dimly lit room of the largest tavern in Kurast, a group of knights were making a loud noise, raising their glasses and gulping wine, which ran down the corners of their mouths and wet their clothes, but they didn't care, and continued to gulp as if they were going to get themselves drunk.

Beside them, a small group of drinkers were looking at them habitually, pointing and pointing with disdain in their eyes.

Suddenly, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a ray of sunlight shone in.

The dazzling sunlight brightened the room all of a sudden, and everyone subconsciously narrowed their eyes, and a figure walked in the light.

He has short brown hair, white armor, and a sword hanging from his waist.

This is a paladin.

There were still tears in her eyes, but Fari's eyes were firm, and she frowned at the tavern for a qiē, and then strode towards the central table, where several drunken knights gathered, staggering nonsense.

Kicking the table over, Farie snatched the bottle from a knight's hand and poured it on them mercilessly.

Sprinkled with cold wine, the knights were a spirit, a little sober, and then furious.

"Little girl, what are you doing!"

"Stinky little ghost, are you looking for death!"

Like enraged beasts, the knights' eyes were full of rage.

A brown-haired knight even rolled up his sleeves, ready to do it.

He yelled, "Little ghost. I'm going to teach you a lesson! ”

"Enough! Do you still look like a knight of Sakaram? ”

In a louder voice, Farri roared back, and it was loud. drowned out all the sounds in the tavern.

The tavern fell silent for a moment.

The knight was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth cracked, revealing a smile that was not so much a smile as a cry.

"The knight of Sakaram? The knight of Sakaram? - Sakaram is long gone! It's gone! The Knights don't exist anymore! ”

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he grabbed the bottle that had fallen to the ground, and poured it into a big gulp.

Tears dripped out of the alcohol mixed with it. He held the bottle high and waved it around.

"For the sake of the deceased Sakaram, we will do it!"

There was a brief silence. Half of the drinkers raised their glasses.

"!"

"For the departed Sakaram!"

"For the Knights!"

There was a low echo, a whimper accompanied by a swallowing sound, and tears welled up in the knights' eyes.

"Enough!"

Farry screamed, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Sakaram is alive. It still lives in my heart. As long as my heart doesn't stop beating, it will live forever! ”

Fari tapped her breastplate hard, and a badge was inscribed there, the emblem of the Hand of Sakaram.

The people in the tavern fell silent.

"Little ghost, what do you know!"

A tall paladin stood up from the corner, he seemed to be very prestigious, and everywhere he passed, all the knights gave way to him without saying a word.

With the smell of drunkenness. He came to Farry.

"What do you know, little ghost!"

He picked up Fari up. Shouted at her.

"My friend who was still drinking yesterday suddenly pulled a knife at you!"

"The inhabitants who used to think of you as a hero are now pointing at you and shouting demons!"

"Have you ever seen those bones in the Skinning Forest! Our teachers, brothers, and friends are still lying there! ”

"Do you know what it's like to believe in something you've believed in all your life to collapse overnight?"

"Say! Do you know? ”

Shaking Fari violently, the paladin's face was particularly hideous.

"I don't know!" Farrie yelled as well.

"All I know is that your comrades-in-arms are still alive and their eyes are still looking at you! All I know is that our holy land is still overrun by a horde of demons, and the glory of Sakaram is being tarnished! All I know is that the souls of our companions are longing to be redeemed, and you are here drunk and dreaming of death! ”

With a hard kick in the knight's crotch, Farrie landed on the floor and looked at him coldly.

"You coward!"

"Coward?" The knight who was covering his lower body in pain, half-squatting down was Yile, "Coward, yes, I'm a coward!" ”

He suddenly held his head and began to cry.

"Sia, I'm sorry for you, I can't save you!"

"John, forgive Daddy, Daddy can only do this, forgive me!"

"Will, my old friend, it's me who is useless, I can only watch you being controlled by those demons, and I, and I—can't do anything!"

"I—I'm a coward!"

Holding his head, the knight cried like a child.

The knights around him were also red-eyed, and one of them patted Farry on the shoulder.

"Forgive Captain Goyle, he watched his wife being sacrificed and killed in the temple, and his son who was accused by the devil was also chasing us, he died at the hands of the captain himself, it was only a teenager!"

"It's not like we didn't try to get our hands back, but we can't destroy that damn thing!"

"Originally, there were nearly a thousand people who withdrew to the harbor, but after a few attempts, there were only more than a hundred left!"

"It's not that we're giving up on ourselves, it's - Sakaram is finished!"

At the last sentence, the knight roared with a flushed face.

Farry was stunned, she didn't expect this to happen, she opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything.

She looked at the knights, and although they were drinking, behind them were bloody and tearful faces.

"Nope! It's not over yet! ”

A flat voice rang out. Mo Wen and Kane walked into the bar, followed by Lilian and the others.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

Under the sun, Mo Wen's figure looked extraordinarily tall.

"That thing that controls and corrupts the Sakaram cult is called the Forced Orb, and we have a way to destroy it."

The tavern fell silent again.

Goyle didn't care about the pain in his upper and lower bodies. Suddenly got up from the ground and grabbed Mo Wen.

"Boy, are you telling the truth?"

There was a hint of extravagance and a hint of fear in his eyes.

Not the fear of the demons or death, but the fear of another disappointment.

Looking calmly at those red eyes, Mo Wen nodded, his gaze looking at Kane.

The latter slowly explained, "The ancient Hradim sealed this Hate King in the Tower of the Guardians, in the Temple City of Trivank. The only way to get into Mephisto's captivity. It is the destruction of an artifact called the Forced Orb. And now Mephisto is using this device to control the priest of Zakalam and his followers. You can only destroy this sphere by using another ancient flail and infusing the soul of a priest who has not yet compromised with it. After his imprisonment. Mephisto immediately set out to rein in the young priest of Zakalam. All the young men were led into the dark path by him, except for one - Klimt, the "Kui Heigang" of the High Council. Mephisto instructed the other council priests to kill and dismember Quihegon, and then scattered his bones throughout the kingdom. Just collect Klimt's scattered bones—his heart, brain, and eyes. Then use Heradic's blocks. Transform his bones into Klimt's flail. Klim's willpower can be used to destroy the Forceful Orb. Liberate all the congregation. ”

"Qui Heigang? Klimt? You mean the biggest traitor in the history of that temple? Goyle asked in surprise.

Kane shook his head, "I'm afraid that's the only one who knows the truth and is bent on fighting against the Hate King." It was also after Klimm's death that the Sakaram Church went step by step towards the abyss of destruction. ”

Goyle suddenly became excited, and he shook Mo Wen vigorously, "Where are all those damn things, Klim's corpse, Heradik's cube." And that flail! ”

"Klimt's eye is in a spider cavern in the Spider Forest, and only it can see the true path to Mephisto."

"Klimt's brain is in a skinning cellar in a skinning forest. It knows Mephisto's weaknesses. ”

"Klimt's heart is in the sewers of the Kurast Mall, and it still has the courage to stand up to Mephisto!"

Mo Wen said slowly, and took one last look at Goyle.

"The last ancient flail, it's in the hands of the High Council Elders."

"That flail in Elder Bream's hand!" A knight suddenly shouted.

Goyle's brow furrowed, and the paladin's composure and composure seemed to have returned to him since he learned that there was a way to rescue his companions and take revenge.

"Why should we trust you?"

"You don't have a choice!"

Mo Wen said coldly.

He walked out of the tavern, and then a loud voice rang out from outside, and it resounded throughout the tavern, and throughout the harbor.

"Knights of Sakaram, do you want to avenge your dead relatives and friends? Want to free the robes trapped under demonic magic? Do you want to put to rest the spirits buried in the forest?

I'm Modi. Seattle, a paladin descended from Sakaram, my companions and I are from the East, we have driven the tormented and anguished Queen Andariel back to Hell, we banished the Lord of Pain, Duriel, and now we have hunted down the Dreadgod Diablo here, the former sacred place of Sakaram, Kurast, which has been shrouded in darkness, but we have the means to free all Sakaram! ”

"Now we have come to a fork in the road of fate."

"Destiny awaits our choice!"

"Is it to be destroyed?"

"Or a new life from the ruined miè!"

"The glory of the angels shines upon me!"

Gracewald's redemption shone brightly, and a large angelic image appeared above the tavern, its glorious wings enveloping the entire harbor.

"I will follow in the footsteps of Akarat and recreate the glory we are waiting for!"

The whole harbor fell silent, and all the knights ran out, each staring at the tall angel image in the sky, and fell to one knee reverently.

"O all those who want to avenge their relatives and friends! O all those who want to save the suffering souls who are still trapped by demons! O all those who want to put the dead Heroic Souls to rest! And all those who want to restore the name of Sacalam! ”

"In three days, we will assemble on the largest platform in the seaport of Kurast."

"We will- reclaim our holy land, the city of the gods, Trivank!"

"Long live Sakaram!"

The loud sound died down, and then the entire harbor fell silent.

Then a voice shouted hoarsely, "Long live Sakaram!" ”

The voice was so bleak and so determined.

"Long live Sakaram!"

"Long live Sakaram!"

"Long live Sakaram!"

Voices rang out one after another.

One man roared, ten roared, and thousands roared.

The entire seaport of Kurast was enveloped in a frenzied roar.

The whole heaven and earth shook with a great roar.

A paladin threw away his bottle and strode towards his home.

A tall blacksmith in the blacksmith threw away the hammer he had forged, then picked up the armor on the wall and mended it.

A merchant who was selling fish pushed away all the goods, and under the surprised gaze of the buyer, he pulled out a sharp weapon from the basket and wiped it desperately.

Outside the tavern, looking at the figure bathed in the light of the angel, Gorle burst into tears.

"Sia, John, look at me, I'll avenge you!"

"Will, wait for me, I'll get you out!"

Reverently walked up to Mo Wen's side, and Goyle fell to one knee.

"Captain of the Second Squad of the Third Brigade of the Knights of the Knights of the Hands of Sakaram. Ranch reports to you that, in the name of the Paladin, I will go to recover our holy land, to free my robes, and to restore our glory for the sword in your hand! ”

"My blood, my flesh, my soul, all for you! But if there is one breath left, it will never stop! ”

One by one, the knights walked out of the tavern and fell on one knee in front of Mo Wen. (To be continued......)