"Fate, hey......." The Pope narrowed his eyes, as if recalling this peculiar mystery, and then he looked at the Marquis, and said, "This is not the first time I have heard these words, for they were mentioned in front of me more than twenty years ago. It was the last pope, His Majesty Deken. Do you know him because of him?"

The Marquis nodded: "His Majesty Deken was not only the Pope at that time, but also recognized as the strongest man in the continent, but unfortunately I was too young to meet the figure of this legendary figure." ”

"Well, in terms of magic cultivation, His Majesty Deken's white magic and fire magic are cultivated together, and he can already be called one of the three major magicians in the continent. And even if he doesn't count magic, his skills are among the top ten masters in the mainland, and there is no doubt about the identity of the strongest person in the mainland. And during his reign, at that time, I, Ronis, and Esquil were the three cardinals under him, and the brilliance of Celeste was also the most widely spread and prosperous, and he deserved to be the most powerful person in the continent. Inham, you say, is such a person a person who can be said to have gathered strength? ”

"Absolutely. The Marquis nodded. Such a person can say whatever he is, but in fact, in the minds of the vast majority of people at that time, His Majesty the Pope was no longer a human being, but a god. Even the Lord in heaven does not shine as brightly as His spokesman on earth.

"He said this Archibald prophecy right before me at the time. He also said that he had seen his fate, which had already been held in his hands, and that he was going to step on this prophecy to overload Archibald, the strongest magician ever created, and pull up the dark star that no one had ever been able to pull up. The Pope smiled slightly. It seems like

It's nostalgia and ridicule. Maybe he was too immersed in his own memories, maybe he really regarded the new cardinal in front of him as an ally who could fully cooperate, and his words were absolutely impossible for others to hear, "But it's a pity that this strong man who thought his fate had been trampled under his feet died in the end." He didn't even fall on the path he thought was conquering his destiny. ”

"Don't look at fate, and don't take any prophecy too seriously. Look at your feet in front of you. Needless to say, go far, at least not fall to pieces. That's the lesson I learned from him. The prophecies of the sages are usually warm and vague. The result of forcibly trying to parse it is just a projection of one's own wishful thinking. ”

"I don't think I need to care if Archibald is talking about an individual or a group, or what forces are gathered, just know that the Central Land must not be the place where the orcs begin to change the world. The Pope stood up from his chair with a twinkle in his eyes.

Maybe that's a good thing to say. Analyzing the words of the sages is actually just projecting themselves, and this sentence is very suitable for many people. The Marquis silently smiled in his heart, but he did not show it, but said, "Your Majesty, please rest assured, Lord Lancelot and the Templars have already departed." As long as their side can go well, then Oufu will not be able to survive two or three years. ”

"Well, thanks to you this time. Inham, if Oufu is really exterminated, it is not that I exterminate it, but that it is you. For the first time, His Majesty the Pope looked at the Marquis with a genuine sense of appreciation and gratitude.

Two days later, another letter from Celeste by Dragonflies appeared on the desk of the Lord of Cedlos. The letter stated that all seven Templars, including Lancelot, had disappeared from the Castle of Radiance.

There were no fewer griffons in the castle, and there was no news of any Templar Knights leaving the city. It seems to be deduced that the seven of them left Celeste with a teleportation scroll.

The letter gave Cedros a lot of headaches. It wasn't that each secret letter from Celeste cost hundreds of gold coins, but he really couldn't figure out where the seven Templars would go.

Including Lancelot. These seven Templar Knights are all top-notch masters, and they represent the highest fighting power of the Church. The task that these seven people can perform silently is indeed very nerve-wracking to think about it. The number of teleportation magic arrays on the continent can also be counted. It was also possible to use the elimination method to clear the places where the Templars could go. But the rows come and go, and the most valuable places seem impossible for them to go.

Regardless of whether they have so many teleportation scrolls in Dia Valley, even if there are many of the Twelve Divine Temples, if they dare to break into it directly, it is no different from looking for death. The enchantment of the Dark Star is not as gentle as that of the Sunwell.

And all the necromancers will definitely return to the Valley of Dia in the shortest possible time, and probably Sandru and Egrenel, who have been hiding for many years.

Going to the Whispering Forest to take the leaves of the World Tree? It was Cedros who still wanted them to go. The enchantments of the Sunwell and the War Ancient Tree, the full enchantment is flexible, and it can even be stronger than the Pitch Black Star. Although there were no necromancers, there were tens of thousands of elves, and as long as Gru went to cooperate with the elves, the seven Templars would not have a chance to return to Celeste.

Go to the Tower of Teeth and loot a lot of scrolls? There are thousands of mages there. No way. There are two or three other places that seem to be completely worthless。。。。。 Is it to go... But what are you going to do there? or are you looking for death? The city lord of Oufu thought about it, and only felt that his head was hurting more and more.

This underground hall is not so much a hall as a square, although it is inside the temple, looking up is an endless darkness without a top, only four pillars of force made of countless huge stones, slowly extending above the darkness, indicating that this is not a square. Although there is a large amount of fungus to supply oxygen, there is generally no habit of burning torches in the dungeon, and the entire hall is lit by fluorescent gems on the surrounding walls, perhaps because it is a product of the dungeon, the fluorescent gems and light also seem to inherit the characteristics of the dungeon, dim, warm, but can vaguely extend far away.

In the middle of the main hall is a huge stone table proportional to this hall, surrounded by huge stone chairs, but now the guests sitting on the stone are smaller, and the faint light and temperament they emanate are not very harmonious with this dark and gloomy underground world. It was the holy glow peculiar to white magic.

The air smells of sulphur and rancidity, which is unique to the dungeon. Soon, the smell of sulfur and rancid smell always seemed to turn into a smell of blood in Lancelot's nose, which made him feel like he was hallucinating in front of his eyes, as if countless flesh and blood were flying in front of him, splashing on his body. Lancelot unconsciously looked at the minotaur warriors standing, he concluded that these were the elite of the minotaurs, but he didn't take it into his eyes, he unconsciously wondered how he could kill these minotaurs within three breaths with the most effective tactics...... His hand touched the hilt of the sword with some nervousness......

Ten years have passed, but the impression of that month of killing in Negan will never be erased for a lifetime. As soon as he saw these monsters and breathed the air at this time, even if he didn't have killing intent in his mind, the kind of habit that wanted to kill would unconsciously bubble out.

With a long sigh, Lancelot calmed himself as he reminded himself that this time was not the same as it had been ten years ago. Today he is no longer an enemy, but an ally.

Strange ally, ten years ago, when he rode ten nails into Negan with the Twelve Temples, he cut at least half of Negan's small population, the Harpy was almost uprooted, and only two of the Twelve Temples rode ten in the end and only two people were able to leave Negan with him, and both were defeated. But ten years later, he was able to sit in the minotaur's hall and receive the most solemn welcome.

Unbelievable, from a knight's point of view, but Lancelot also understands that it is not the power of knights who proves that he is back here, but the power of politics. So now he is not an enemy, but an ally.

However, including them, these seven people are not suitable for politics, and everyone's face is as cold as frost. The battle between humans and Negan can be traced back to prehistory, and the eradication of these heretical creatures has never stopped after the establishment of the church, as the elite warriors of Celeste, each of them has at least hundreds of Negan's lives in their hands, and their students and friends have also been killed in the battle with Negan.

The cavern servants brought pots of meat and various fungus and other food unique to the underground, and there were no knives, forks and dishes here, except for the self-righteous black elves, the living habits of the inhabitants of Negan were similar to the orcs of the wild highlands before.

Directly in front of the conference table, a huge figure stood, covered in a dark priest's robe with a lot of strange things, and the horns on its head were carved with dense dark totems. If it weren't for the slight heaving of its huge chest, this burly figure would have made people think that it was a statue in the dim light.

Although slightly shorter than the average minotaur, High Priest Tima still looked like a hill to Lancelot.