Take the pope away, isn't this a clear rebellion?

The Pope's guards, all of them are pale-faced, as if they are facing a great enemy, they have weapons in their hands, and they want to fight to the death with this rebellious and daring guy to protect the Pope. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bold!" a guard yelled at the middle-aged scribe, he raised a long sword in his hand, and he stepped forward, wanting to sneak up on the rebellious general, thinking that if he could assassinate him, the situation would be brought under control immediately......

However, he only took a step forward, and several arrows flew over, directly nailing the defender who dared to act rashly to the ground, and the blood stained the ground in front of him.

"Do you know what you have committed if you dare to kill in front of the Pope?" the Pope asked the middle-aged scribe with an unchanged face.

"Yes. ”

"Do you know how dare you do that?" the Pope asked.

"There is nothing in this world that I dare not do. The middle-aged scribe also said calmly, "It's just that there are some things that I can't do or don't want to do, and it's not that I don't dare to do them." ”

This answer is very arrogant, in this world, the power of the Pope is monstrous, no one dares to say no in front of him, but now this middle-aged scribe is holding him up like this, not letting him go at all.

"You shouldn't have come...... said the Pope.

"But I have to come. The middle-aged scribe said.

"What the hell are you doing, sending your head?" asked the Pope.

It's strange that just now the general said that he was going to take the Pope away or ask him to change his mind, but now, the Pope actually said that he was going to send his head?

What is this? The Wind Squire doesn't understand this at all...... He just thought it was strange, these two brothers were very strange.

"Today is the eighth day of February. The middle-aged scribe's words were confusing at all.

"Hmm. Said the Pope.

"You are exactly three thousand five hundred years old today...... "said the middle-aged scribe, "this is your birthday, why don't you celebrate?"

The Wind Squire was even more confused, at this time, how could he talk about these things?

"No...... But I still remember my birthday. Said the Pope.

"I'll give you some gifts. The middle-aged scribe said, and then, he turned around, "Tiger Dutong!"

"The last general!"

A young man on a white horse stepped out of the ranks, and his young face could be faintly seen through the armor.

"I sent your brother out of the battlefield, can you give me your life?" said the middle-aged scribe.

"My life has long been the general's. The young man said that he was very calm, as if he was talking about something with an unrelated person.

"Well, I command you, with my soldiers, to ensure the Pope's absolute safety. ”

"The Pope is safe if he never dies. Hu Dutong said that this was his guarantee.

"Is this your gift to me?" said the pope to the middle-aged scribe, "thank you!"

He was very sincere, and then, his face changed, and he said, "Can't you have a drink with me after giving me a gift......?"

The Pope's face seemed to grow old all of a sudden, as if he was restraining something.

"No need," said the middle-aged scribe, "no need ......," said the middle-aged scribe, "and from now on, there will be no more white-robed troops in the world." ”

"No.....," said the Pope, as he stood up, and the green strands on his head suddenly grew gray hairs......

"Yes. The middle-aged scribe said coldly, and then he turned the horse's head.

The warriors beside him did not move, and they put down their bows and arrows.

"Congratulations to the chief!"

There was a roar in the middle of the procession, and then the warriors saluted the middle-aged scribe, and they watched the important scribe leave, and they did not move.

The middle-aged scribe let out a sigh, he did not speak, he walked in silence, and behind him, followed by eight hundred horsemen......

Suddenly, he let out a long howl, and the warriors behind him, followed him, let out a long howl, as if demonstrating.

"Sons, don't fall into the majesty of our white-robed army. The middle-aged scribe let out a roar, and he walked at the front of the line, and he roared loudly.

Then, like a gust of wind, the eight hundred horses disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

The Wind Squire only felt that he was covered in sweat....... This middle-aged scribe was under too much pressure on him.

The Pope's face seemed to be expressionless, but there seemed to be a mist in his eyes.......

"Come over for a drink, Tiger Dutong. The Pope greeted.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Tiger all said.

"Do you know the history of the White Legion?"

"I know .....," Hu Du said.

"The commander of the white-robed legion has always been surnamed Gao, and at the beginning, this was the cavalry of the Chifeng tribe...... The ancestors of the Gao family, on the basis of that cavalry, established the white-robed army, and the original battle achievements were ...... great," the pope took a sip of wine and said, "Now that the general has handed over the white-robed army to you, you must not fall into the prestige of the white-robed army." ”

"There are no more white-robed troops, Your Majesty. Tiger all said.

The Pope ignored him, and he took a long sip of wine.

"Do you know why these things are happening?" the Pope asked the High Priest beside him, ignoring the Tiger Commander no longer heed.

The High Priest shook his head, he couldn't figure out what was going on in between, he couldn't figure out why the leader of the menacing white-robed army left at this time, and left the main force of the white-robed army behind.

"Because, the leader of the White Robe Army is my brother......" said the Pope.

The High Priest was even more confused.

"He came to change my mind, he was afraid that my mind would be influenced by others, and he wanted to see if it was really me...... He has always been uneasy about me and the people around me," said the Pope softly, "and no wonder he is a good brother. ”

"He wants me to go, if I am kidnapped by someone else, I will go with him, this fool, he doesn't know his brother....." the Pope's voice was soft, "when he found out that this was my idea, so he had to go." ”

The Wind Squire seemed to understand a little, but he still couldn't figure it out, it was entirely possible for this person to arrest himself just now, after all, he was nominally the leader of this expedition. Why did he turn a blind eye to himself, the wind squire could feel the murderous aura of this middle-aged scribe and his army when they came, they must have come to shed blood and sacrifice, but they left without opening the killing ring.......

"Isn't it strange that he didn't kill you or tie you up?" asked the Pope, as if he understood what the Wind Squire was thinking.

"yes, I'm weird too. ”

"It's easy," he said, turning to Commander Tiger, "Commander Tiger, you can answer that question.......

"Back to Your Majesty, the leader said that the person in charge of this heretic expedition will definitely be with Your Majesty, and the leader said that if that person is stronger than General Chiyu, the leader of the messenger of the gods, the leader will kill him, and if he is weak, the leader will let him live...... After all, one more fool to contain is equivalent to giving an extra shackle to that wolf-like army. ”

Hu Dutong replied very honestly.

Feng Shi looked at Hu Dutong blankly, crying and laughing......

"Let's go and prepare for the aftermath of all of you....." the Pope said to the Tiger Leader, "according to the rules of the Galloping Tribe......

"Yes. Hu Dutong said, and then a group of cavalry galloped past him.

"You're not going?" asked the Pope.

"Wherever the Pope is, I am. Tiger all said.

(To be continued.) )