Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

According to the strategy he saw in his previous life, people who are lucky have a long time and can do tasks in a good way, and if they are unlucky, the time may be so short that it is too late to run.

"There's only a quarter of an hour, and if you're sure you're ready, just tell me," Mylanda said.

There was only a quarter of an hour, and Lu Li had a little headache, this time was indeed tight enough. But fortunately, he has a mount, and it will really be too late to change to one without a mount.

Lu Li summoned his mount and rode on, signaling the shrine maiden Meranda to start.

Meranda cast a spell and soon turned Lu Li into a blood-colored crusader warrior, hesitating that Lu Li was riding a mount, and his headless horseman's war horse was naturally disguised as a crusader knight war horse.

"For a quarter of an hour, you can't dismount, you can't fight, or you'll lose your disguise," Meranda warned.

"I know, if nothing else, I think I'm in a bit of a hurry," Lu Li shook the reins, a quarter of an hour was not very timely, he had to act.

"If you see Furding next time, please bring me a word," the witch turned and walked towards Uther's tomb, "Even if he is, we must believe that the spirit of Captain Uther lives on." He has always watched over us, even as darkness hangs over our fallen earth. His light is the guiding light for all mankind - and nothing will wither as long as we believe in honor as much as he believes......"

The words were a little vague, but Lu Li smelled a trace of helpless sadness from them.

Maybe. Shrine maidens have the ability to foresee a little bit of the future.

Galloping horses. Lu Li rode the headless horseman's horse and went straight to the fortress of the Scarlet Crusaders in Hearthvale. Along the way, there were all the Scarlet Crusader Knights of about level fifty.

If Lu Li is allowed to rely on his own skills, it is tantamount to a fool's dream.

The Scarlet Crusader Fortress was filled with alcohol and the foul air was disgusting, and it was impossible to imagine that this was a paladin's stronghold, and these Scarlet Crusaders in Hearthvale were no longer comparable to those Crusaders who were still fighting the Scourge outside.

The crusaders who were fighting against natural disasters outside may have been radicalized by wavering faith and began to kill innocents indiscriminately.

But they have not forgotten their mission to resist the Scourge Legion, and their extremism does not affect the use of the Light. And at least they don't kill people for no reason.

Along the way, Lu Li had already seen the corpses of several massacred civilians.

The paladins fell and fell very quickly.

Fortunately, these knights did not bother him - most of them would not provoke a real knight, and the warhorse under Lu Li's seat symbolized his status as a high-ranking knight.

Lu Li arrives at the Hero's Castle, a castle built for Old Fordin.

Tyran Fording was here, guarding the door with four high-ranking elites, two knights, a mage, and a priest.

"I've brought information about the Plaguelands, and I want to see Lord Tyran," Lu Li said to a few of the guards at the door. The tone was eager, but full of condescending pride.

"Why don't you go to Your Excellency the Grand Attorney?" The guard asked suspiciously.

Mainly, such a situation is all too rare, in the Scarlet Crusader stronghold in Hearthvale. Almost no one sees Tyran as the true leader, so even if there is any military emergency, no one will come to see the puppet leader.

"I just came back from His Excellency the Grand Prosecutor," Lu Li said as he drove forward strongly.

At this time, he is absolutely strong and middle-handed, as long as he attacks him, he will show his original form, and the four fifty-level elites can take his life by casually coming out.

However, the four guards had to retreat, they didn't know that Lu Li was an imposter after all.

Lu Li drove his horse into the castle and went straight to Tyran Fordin's location, where he saw Tyran, who was drinking alone, a former paladin with a tired face and a very bad mental state.

Many game analysts believe that at the beginning of the dawn, paladins were the weakest class.

Positioning is a panacea.,In fact, whether it's doing T, milk, or output, it's a bit insufficient.,And because of the skills,,To a large extent, it limits the play of personal strength.,And these paladins in the background of the game,Many of them are confused and degenerate.。

Paladins are currently having a hard time finding a mentor.

After the faith is shaken, the strength of the Paladin NPC is greatly reduced, unless the Scarlet Crusader embarks on the extreme path like this, and the Paladin Mentor who has embarked on the extreme path does not dare to contact the player at all.

"What's the matter!" Tailan asked angrily.

"Are you still awake?" Lu Li sat on his war horse and looked at this hero's son condescendingly.

Tyran paused, slammed his glass on the table in front of him, and shouted, "Who are you, what do you mean by that, and who allows you to speak to me in such a tone?" ”

"Tyran Fording, do you swear to keep the law and glory of the Silver Hand forever?"

"Do you swear that you will invoke the grace of the Light and proclaim its wisdom among your followers?"

"Do you swear that whenever and wherever you find evil, you will crush it without melancholy, and use every drop of your blood to protect the weak and innocent?"

"Who the hell are you?" Tyran Ferdin's face changed suddenly when Lu Li asked, and he stood up suddenly.

Lu Li's three questions just now were the oaths of the recruits when they swore in the Silver Hand, and Uther personally presided over the ceremony for Tyran, who held Tyran's shoulders and said with emotion, "Be like your father, my child." ”

"I've brought something, maybe you'll be interested," Lu Li tossed a few things over.

A delicate little hammer - he is full of a father's love and expectations for his son.

A torn banner of glory, once abandoned by a desperate paladin, and from that moment on, he lost his mentor and also discarded his faith.

His father had gone early, leaving him with nothing but a valley of hearths and a grieving mother.

It was the old man who taught him the way of knighthood and led him on the path of following the Light, and he grew stronger day by day, dreaming of one day letting the Light cleanse the land of Lordaeron and make all natural disasters unrecognizable.

However, all came to naught.

"And this thing, I think you may be equally impressed," Lu Li handed over the picture scroll that made old Ferding cry.

"It's ...... This...... It couldn't be, but these things ......" Stunned and surprised at Tyran's face, he fell to his knees as if he had been struck hard, supported only by the greatsword in his hand.

Tyran knelt there without moving, time and space seemed to stand still with his silence!

"My father is still alive......"

"My lord, what's going on?" Probably disturbed by the movement inside, four guards guarding the door rushed in.

PS.5.15 "Starting Point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters! (To be continued.) )

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