When he fell to the ground, Asa was dragged away by Hilton and Jessica's feet, and his head hit the ground one by one, and the pain was terrible.

Although he had seen necromancers use paralysis and paralysis scrolls, it was the first time he had felt the power of this magic himself. The fluctuations of the white magic were still gentle and pure, but in a strange way, they combined with the vitality flowing in the body, and the vitality that was originally like the Yangtze River was ossified into a thick paste, condensed glue.

It was only then that he understood why the huge vitality of the Behemoth Beast could be sown under that roll glaze for a second. At such a close distance, a cardinal himself was attacked, and he was too shocked to dodge or defend at all, even a Beamon would have stiffened for several seconds, and creatures like the Wyvern and the Bull would probably have taken longer. And a human being, if he only relies on his own vitality and vitality, he may have to break through this shackle for a long time.

But now this situation is not to say half a day, just half a minute is enough to kill.Asa immediately concentrated into a state of meditation, the life force in his body condensed by white magic is no longer a mass, he can feel how the subtle magic fluctuations in his body are cemented with the veins of flesh and blood.

Only the lower abdomen is the whole body, and there is still a trace of vitality and fighting energy that can flow. Like catching an earthworm in a paddy field, Asa struggled to control the slightest hint of fighting energy, manipulating it to radiate all over its body, starting from its lower abdomen and following the magical veins and traces it felt. Progress was slow at first, but as the more shackles were untied and the more vindictive energy and life force that could be controlled, the progress continued to grow exponentially.

Eventually, all the shackles of magic were dissolved. Asa rolled over and broke free from their hands and stood up.

"Boss, you're awake. Run, we're no match for those guys. Hilton looked at Asa with a happy face, but his panic did not diminish at all, and he still ran fast on his feet. The druids who were the first to flee had transformed into werewolves, holding Old Bill on his shoulders and running in front.

Although it felt quite a bit in Asa's consciousness, in fact, it was only a few breaths away from him falling off the tree after being paralyzed, and they hadn't even run far away, and the Templar Chief, who had just started to pursue, was slightly startled, and looked at the figure that jumped up from the ground, and sighed in surprise.

The leg strength of the few people who escaped was originally faster than the galloping horse, but now they used all their strength in the escape. But the three figures behind them that emitted white light were still getting closer. The posture of the Templar Knights looked as if they were just striding forward, but they were faster than the desperate running of the men in front of them.

chased and fled, and it didn't take long for several people to rush into the heart of the elven city.

Everywhere there are tall tree buildings, some of which are twenty or thirty meters high, and some of which are as thick as wooden stakes that are thousands of times larger. Although this place is a hundred times more prosperous than the elven habitat of the Whispering Forest. But there is also no slightness of artificially carved fireworks. The only exception is that on the stone platform sandwiched by the three large villages in the center, a huge teleportation magic array has added some artificial traces to this natural place.

"You don't have to run away, you can't run away anyway. Asa stopped abruptly not far from the Magic Circle.

The rest of the group also stopped. Hilton foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground, in fact, Asa probably wouldn't be able to support him for long, even if he didn't say it. His speed was the slowest here, and he had to use all his strength to barely follow the others, and this gallop was already his limit.

Old Bill had been trying to persuade the werewolves who were carrying him not to go with Asa. But instead of being too loud to hear during the run, the druid still ran with a few temporary companions, and now as soon as Asa stopped, he also stopped.

The three Templars were already less than twenty meters behind them, and even if they continued to escape, they wouldn't be able to run far. And when they saw the target stop suddenly, they stopped abruptly. The original speeding white figure stopped when it was said to stop, but the free transition between movement and stillness could show the difference between levels.

Lancelot was in the center, and the other two Templars, one on the left and one on the right, one with a two-handed greatsword in his hand, although not as exaggerated as the one used by Helika, but the silver light waves flowing on it and the sharp edge showed that the lethality of this weapon was definitely above that of the large iron block. The other is a black spear, which radiates a solid glow like a black diamond. The three of them looked unhurriedly at the five targets that had stopped in front of them. His calm demeanor and posture are like those of three lions looking at their prey under their paws.

There were elves constantly appearing in the same area, and many elves appeared on the ground and in the treehouses high up to look at these foreign intruders, probably out of instinct, they all kept a considerable distance.

"Being able to unravel Lord Adela's spell in such a short period of time, it seems that your strength is beyond my imagination. Lancelot looked at Asa quietly, the light in his brown eyes was not dazzling, but Asa felt the silent and invisible power in it. Just by looking at him, he had the feeling of being stripped naked and thrown in front of a wise beast.

Although calm and composed, although the difference in strength is so obvious, although there is confidence in the prey exuded in the belly. But none of the three Templars, including Lancelot, let up in the slightest. They remain in a state where they can react at any time.

On the other hand, the five people on the opposite side were of different shapes. Except for Asa and Jessica, who seemed calmer, the others were all lax and flawed, and it was already rare for Hilton to fall to the ground before he lost consciousness. And Old Man Bill was still riding on the druid's back and seemed reluctant to get down, and the druid was swinging uneasily.

The werewolf swayed from side to side for a while, and suddenly staggered towards the three Templar Knights. The three of Asa were stunned, and before they could react, the werewolf druid had already walked up to Lancelot.

"I surrender. "It's not Anderson who speaks, it's Old Bill on his back. The old man's hands were pressed on the werewolf's head, and the werewolf's eyes were full of confusion and struggle. Old man Bill slowly tilted his rat head as he spoke, a mouse-like face intertwined with flattery and pretended piety. "This werewolf is a druid, and he's dirty

The most evil heretic. I had just controlled him with my soul shackles, and now I wanted to take refuge in the light of the god of light. I only ask the Lord to forgive me ...... before."

As his head became more and more crooked, Old Man Bill's voice became more and more strange. Then all of a sudden his voice was gone, as the increasingly crooked rat's head swayed out of its neck and fell off. And he himself didn't seem to know what was going on, his mouth was still open and closed, and the expression on his face was surprised by the sudden change in his gaze.

"Heretics are not dirty. Lancelot said lightly as he looked down at his head, which was rolling his eyes. "The only thing that is dirty is the selfish soul. ”

It was only at this time that Old Man Bill's body, which was still on the werewolf's back, spewed out a short fountain of blood, and there was not much power in this mouse-like body, and then he fell down, and the werewolf druid suddenly came to his senses. Looking at the Templar who was close at hand, he was shocked, and quickly dodged with a backward jump.

The three Templars didn't move, at least in the eyes of the surrounding elves and the Hilton on the ground, they didn't seem to have moved since they stopped just now, and the head of the old man on the orc's back had fallen off for no reason. They all let out an exclamation.

The corners of Asa's eyes jumped, and only he could see that Lancelot had not moved at all. It was the Templar next to him who was holding a two-handed greatsword, and the silver-flowing greatsword turned into a silver ray of light that swept over the old man's neck in an instant. Even Old Man Bill himself didn't notice that his head and neck had actually been separated. It's just that the two-handed greatsword is very thin, and this sword is too fast, too clean.

"You ...... Not accepting surrender?" Asa asked, frowning. The expressions on the faces of the Hilton and the druid changed with the question. No, knights would never wantonly kill the weak and the unintentionally fighting, and even the pagans might have a chance of redemption. But selfishly betraying one's fellow is a manifestation of a filthy soul, far more revealing than a magic or a belief. Lancelot looked at Asa and said lightly. "He surrendered, and that was very sensible and right. But it should never be out

Sell friends. His friend didn't leave him when he ran away. Now he wants to use his companions as a condition of surrender, the price of survival. Such a selfish soul cannot be washed away even by the brilliance of the Lord. ”

"Well~ you just said 'infidels aren't dirty......" Asa glanced towards the magic circle, then turned his head to look at the three Templars in front of him. "It seems that this is not very consistent with the identity of the Templar Knight, at least not the female Templar. ”

The Lord said that tolerance is the greatest light, and that anyone who is not sure of evil will give him a chance of salvation. Justice: It is a force that comes naturally from the heart. And not a dogma hanging overhead to manipulate human behavior. Knight Talis was too young and innocent to understand the difference. Lancelot said lightly. His appearance is not very majestic, but he has the extraordinary look that can capture people's souls at a glance. The words 'justice' and 'light,' which come out of his mouth, are so great that they have begun to be vulgar are not the same as those spoken by others, and there is no such lofty and worshipful tone, nor a deliberately raised tone. Instead, he used a bland voice and demeanor, like an ordinary person talking about his eating habits. But this unpolished voice is far more contagious than any proclamation or preaching, because it contains a trace of anger, a belief that emanates from the personality and the soul. He looked at Asa and continued, "Did you stop to surrender?"

Asa thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Probably." I also know that I don't have a good chance of winning. But before I surrender, I'd like to ask a few questions, okay?"

"Yes, you ask. ”

"You...... How can you be your ......" Asa sorted out his thoughts and vocabulary,

The questions in his head weren't straightforward. If he had directly said that there were actually several necromancers in the church who were secretly manipulating, and that he had revealed his whereabouts to lure them in rather than the Templars, such a question would never have been accepted by the paladin. "Why are you here? If it's just a group of thieves, it doesn't seem like you need to go out, right?"

"I don't know about this, I'm just taking orders from His Royal Highness the Pope to bring back the man who calls himself 'Sandru'. I didn't expect it to be you, a well-known wanted criminal, but from the moment I saw you. I could already guess that the man named Sandru in the mouth of Knight Talis was you. ”

"Teach...... Emperor...... It's His Royal Highness the Pope...... "Asa's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his eyes narrowed with overthinking.

The only people in the church who can't possibly have anything to do with a necromancer are undoubtedly the Pope and the paladin. But the name of 'Sandru', which was originally intended for necromancers, did not attract the necromancer, but attracted the two of them. According to the plan he had envisioned, the necromancers were determined to win him. Then I would never want him, a person who knows a lot of things, to fall

In the hands of the church, they will definitely find a way to organize the church to intervene and come in person. But the result is the exact opposite. Could it be that all the necromancers weren't there? Didn't you hear the hint that they had only told them?

But the Pope would never send nearly half of Celeste's masters for a group of thieves,

And there is only one explanation for this, Sandru is not familiar to necromancers. At least the Pope knew him, too.

"The one you said...... Talis Knight...... Is the news she brought back only you and the Pope know?

Asa asked again.

Lancelot also frowned slightly, and he was puzzled by the question and the strange expression that the man was asking. But he hesitated for a moment and replied, "No, there should be many people who know." It is said that Lord Esquire once strongly recommended that I deal with you. ”

"Esquire, it's his ......," Asa frowned. If the necromancers knew it was them, why didn't they come? Not afraid that they would be killed in the process of being captured by the Church? Afraid that after being caught, he will reveal some secrets about the Necromancy Asa only felt that tens of millions of flies and bees flew around in his head, but again

There is no clear path to come out.

'Smack. Asa slapped himself in the face with a loud slap. A slap print was immediately revealed.

Everyone was stunned, and the Hiltons suspected that he had gone mad in the face of three invincible Templars. "I was wrong. Asa sighed heavily.

Lancelot smiled slightly. This is not a mocking joke, but understanding, he says: "The confusion and confusion in the eyes are gone." Have you figured out what you're thinking?"

"Didn't figure it out. But I knew I was wrong. Asa nodded dejectedly. "I'm not a trickster in the first place, I don't have a conspiratorial head, but I still have to play tricks with others smartly. I also brought on myself to fail. ”

"Good. Rare. Lancelot smiled again and nodded. The laugher was a little approving. "Being able to recognize your mistakes and admit your weaknesses is an opportunity to grow. ”

Seeing the paladin's expression, which did not look like he was facing an enemy, Asa felt strange and asked, "How do you look when you know that I am the notorious wanted criminal...... Isn't that hateful to me?"

"A wanted person is a wanted person. But honest people should be praised, especially honest with themselves. Besides......" Lancelot paused and said in a rather strange tone. "About your crimes...... I don't really know......"

Asa's heart moved. The two crimes of assassinating Bishop Ronis and Duke Mrak are as well known on the mainland as his wanted name, and it is impossible for Lord Paladin not to 'know', but he is saying 'I don't know', then which...

Just as Asa was stunned, Lancelot's face sank. He said, "All right, you've already asked what you should have asked." But you and others haven't appeared until now. How about surrendering and leaving with us, or do you want us to do it?"

Asa sighed. He knew that his position, the look in his eyes, and the topic of delaying time, could not hide the intention of a master like the Templar. The other party's good time is just due to incomparable self-confidence. He took one last look at the motionless teleportation magic array, turned his head to look at Lancelot, took a deep breath, and said word by word:

"I'm sorry, I'm not surrendering. ”

At this time, a short but brutal battle on the wild plateau, thousands of miles from the forests of Tulaleone, was coming to an end.

A few days earlier, without warning and without a declaration of war, a force of 4,000 men had attacked from the border of Erathia towards Oufu. This group was not a regular army of Erathia, but was almost entirely armed by the Church of Erathia. Although it is a ragtag army, it is not inferior to the regular army in terms of members and combat effectiveness, and there are many magicians and priests in it, and even ten griffons serve as scouts and deal with bipedal wyverns. The group roamed around the vicinity of Oufu, ignoring Oufu's ultimatum and acting as if they were ready to attack at any moment. But as soon as the orc army moved, they immediately retreated.

But today's raid did not take place or they did not find out, because there were very few people who launched the raid, and the action was very hidden. It's just a dozen orcs, two humans.