"Wow, this is the Wanderer you're looking for, what did he do? Is the Pope's Woman?" Elias's impression of the Wandering Merchant was only in Miss Eve's explanation, and he didn't feel much in his heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Veran tried his best to restrain the idea of killing this mercenary with a sword, and said coldly: "The Pope cannot marry a wife. Then he looked out the window as well. "Maphilia is on top, what is that?!" he couldn't care about his face now, and he completely lost his temper. "It's a demonic masterpiece, and we save him. Sir Veran said.

Arthur couldn't help but look at him a few more times, as if he had reacquainted himself with this person. "Given that you captured people here, there is no evidence, but I have enough reason to believe that this is not the work of the devil, but yours. Arthur's words were true, but Veran didn't believe them at all. "If it weren't for the special situation now, I would have to seek justice from you!"

"Okay, let's spend our time arguing here, we might as well think about how to save people. "Now, Elias has come to the fight. "I couldn't see where the rope was going, it was strange, it felt like it was right in front of me. Elias followed the rope to his source, but could not see where it led anyway.

"Hmm......" Arthur also tried to concentrate on finding the source of the rope, and the result was the same as Elias. "Indeed, it must be some kind of trick. Arthur shook his head, his condition was getting worse and worse, but he was already feeling sleepy.

"Chief, we've caught a monk!" Elias's men came to them with a trembling monk and threw him to the ground. "Hey, be respectful!" said Sir Veran shoved the soldiers away. They were about to have a seizure, but Elias shook his head gently before they gave up.

"Ask him, what's going on with this guy?" said Elias, pointing to Thomas outside the window, to Veran.

"Oh, don't hurt me! I—I don't know anything. The monk's performance had nothing to do with the word courage, and there was no fanaticism among the believers outside. He looked at the fierce mercenaries in fear and hugged his head tightly. "Don't worry, Brother Matthew, no one will hurt you, I swear in the name of the head of the Knights of the Martyrs. Veran assured him, calming him down a little. "Oh, Sir Veran!ah no, Master Veran!thank goodness you didn't go crazy!" The monk grabbed Veran as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. "They're all crazy, they're all crazy! Ah, I should have known it would be like this, I should have known it was true. He said with tears in his voice, obviously frightened.

"What's the matter, Brother Matthew, what's going on?, who treated that gentleman so cruelly?" asked Veran continuously, and he also had a lot of questions about what had happened in this holy place, this holy city. Brother Matthew was a middle-aged man with half a hundred hairs, he had been in the holy city of Hart for many years, and he was usually kind and upright, and many people called him Saint Matthew in private. "Oh, it's all the bishops' fault, it's all the bishops' fault!" the monk was a little incoherent, and he still poured out to himself despite how Veran could appease him. "As I said a long time ago, it was not a miracle, it was not a miracle!"

"Calm down, Brother Matthew, we need your help. Sir Veran helped him to the side of the box and sat him down slowly. "How can we save him? Even the most unforgivable of sins should not be subjected to such torture. Veran glanced out the window again, and Thomas struggled and screamed feebly, trying to get out of his pain, but it was useless. Anyone who sees this miserable scene can't bear it.

Matthew seemed to have finally calmed down, staring blankly out the window and covering his face in pain. "Oh no, it really happened, they did. He choked softly, and this appearance made Elias and the others feel impatient. "Tell me! Don't be sluggish!" he yelled, and Veran was on the verge of throwing a fist to teach this reckless man who didn't know how to respect the old man. Matthew straightened for a while, and then sped up. "Oh, I don't know what's going on, but I bet it's the good things the bishops did! They bewitched the Pope, listened to the sinister, cunning fellow, and made a bunch of strange things. ”

Elias didn't get any useful information for a long time, and he was a little anxious. "Hell, don't waste time with this old fool!" he picked up the ranger who had been put down, and prepared to get out of this gloomy place first. Veran didn't follow them, and Matthew obviously knew a lot of the inside story, but the most important thing at the moment was to find out how to save people. "Brother Matthew, stop thinking nonsense, think about it, do you know how to save him?"

Matthew relieved himself, and he lifted his haggard face to look at Veran. "I don't know, Sir Veran, I don't know how they did it, but I think you can find any clues in the Pope's room, where they always discuss things in secret. He pointed up. "It's on the top floor. Kid, if you don't mind, let me be alone. After saying that, he lowered his head, and grief seemed to be wrapped around him, making him powerless to care for him anymore.

Veran nodded his head in thanks, then got up and rushed to the top, leaving Matthew alone.

"Shield the wall!" For these Nord warriors, the most important thing in combat is not only a competition of skill, discipline and fighting spirit. There is nothing more than faith, and the most difficult opponents are those who are beyond life and death.

"Praise be to Muffyria!" these knights, dressed in different robes, each fearless of death, with scarlet eyes, not only put life and death out of the equation, but also, for the sake of faith, even surpassed humans.

The shield wall was stubbornly pressed against the front, the tomahawk slashed down one enemy after another, and the sword pierced one knight after another, but they still slammed into it like a madman, smashing one shield after another with the weapons in their hands. As long as there is a trace left, they will not give up the fight. The longbowmen had blood oozing from their hands, but still shot arrow after arrow with determination.

Every second, several Nord warriors fell, and although the enemy paid a heavier price, they eventually fell into a numerical disadvantage.

Raffi quietly watched the battle situation, although the form was becoming more and more unfavorable, but his face still did not change, on the other hand, the Pope, the smug look could not be hidden.

"Hahahaha! Is this the elite Nord warrior? hahahaha! so vulnerable!" the Pope sneered haughtily, growing even more confident.

"Go, all up, give it to me, chop them all into meat sauce!" the Pope waved his hand, and all the soldiers behind him rushed forward, but in this street, it was only huddled together, and it did not really help the battle.

A few of the bishops who were rude and strategic stopped talking, and there was not a single soldier left behind beside them, which was too dangerous! But looking at the smug face of the Pope, they still dispelled their ideas.

Seeing that they were gathering more and more, Rafi ordered, "Retreat." ”。 The captain was somewhat reluctant. "My lord, we can still hold on! we can defeat them!" I said, retreat. Rafi repeated the order, and the captain could only shout: "Retreat! Retreat!" So the Nord warriors retreated step by step, even when they retreated, there was not the slightest mess, the crazy crowd came up, and the warriors at the front tried their best to keep the formation from being scattered.

"Catch up with them!" the Pope roared triumphantly, and then spurred his horse to follow the crowd, chasing after Raffi and the others. The bishops hurried after him, and they did not look for horses to ride, but only to run.

"Your Excellency, it's too dangerous, don't chase it anymore!" Finally, some of the bishops couldn't help but say, this was obviously a trap, and it was too stupid to chase after him.

"Do you know how pleasant it is to kill the heir to the highest prestige of the House of Nedhall?" the Pope was very pleased and did not care about his impudence, but he did not mean to listen to persuasion.

Rafi retreated two hundred meters, from street to street. The Pope chased after him, and before he knew it, the line had been stretched into a long line, but the Pope was unaware.

"Follow me now!" Faintly, the Pope heard a voice, which he was still trying to identify its direction, and then a deafening killing cry came from the streets on either side of him.

It was after the battle that Nick and Orlando and the others, who were quietly ambushing on both sides of the street, and they were in a bit of trouble, because there was a group of fanatical believers everywhere they went, so they had to take some time to get out of the way.

"What's the matter?" the Pope panicked, and the crowd was almost bursting into his face, and he hurriedly shouted: "Come back, come back, damn it, leave that guy alone, come and save me!"

"It's now!" Raffi yelled, then rode over the soldiers and took the lead. Those believers have no defense against them, and they have no other distractions in their hearts, except for the idea of saving the Pope, including protecting themselves.

At this moment, the form was immediately reversed, and the believers who were cut into several pieces, because of the Pope's chaotic command, changed from the most terrible opponent to the lamb to the slaughter, and in the blink of an eye, they left a large number of corpses.

"Damn it, you guys, stay and command them, I'll go to the rescue!" the Pope commanded the bishops, and then, regardless of their reaction, rode away.

"Maphilia is on top, this is going to kill us!" the bishops looked at the form in front of them, almost certain defeat. "you, run!" they all looked safe and ran away.

The Pope rode his horse and shouted to every faithful he met along the way, "Go to the rescue!" and he passed through street after street, but not at the tower, but at the barracks at the gates of the city. "Damn, these knights! He was running and running, and suddenly saw a team of well-equipped knights appear in front of him, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, he didn't expect that there would be such an elite knight order. "Hey, you guys, go to the rescue, damn it, I hope you're not made of porcelain!" he rode his horse past them, but suddenly tripped over his horse and rolled on the ground several times in embarrassment.

"Oh hell! how do you ...... you?" he was startled and angry, and got up and was about to be angry, when he saw the master on horseback, a woman, and a little familiar.

Eve is in a good mood right now, as if she had won the jackpot, and in fact, it is. "Hello, Mr. Pope, are you happy to see me?"