'As a nobleman, be prepared to accept abuse, and besides, a nobleman will never use his weak body to scuffle with the poor, and at the last point, don't give up the struggle to live, because your miserable opponent may fall before you'

These are the last words of one of the exiled heads of the Max family, the heretical knight who offended the Elder Cathedral has been in exile all his life, and the magic spear in his hand has lost the powerful protection given by a wise man, and when the old man with white temples returned to the castle that had haunted him for decades, he suddenly fell on the family's land, and the gift of getting his last breath and returning to the light was only left behind this intriguing spiritual enlightenment.

Even now, most of the Max family don't know the name of the head of the family who brought haze and stain to the 'Golden Twin Swords' coat of arms, and even Li Laifu, who knows a lot about the knightly civilization of the Eternal Continent, has only seen a light account about him in a book called "Knight Glory".

'The heretic knight of the Max family, the spear in his hand was splashed with a few drops of immortal blood'

It was as if it was a secret that could not be said, and it passed away in a hurry.

There are knights, depraved, haters, and haters in the dark old black castles, but without exception, they are now heretics who have forgotten their glory and abandoned their once godly beliefs.

The crown of thorns on the chest of the Broken Arm Knight was stained with a few drops of rain, and a powerful knight like him had already touched some terrifying barriers, and the slightest rules of nature could not touch his body at all, because the fighting spirit was different from the magical element, and those cute and terrifying elves needed a lot of lengthy chanting and prayers before they could smile at their invokers, and the fighting spirit was different, as long as you were strong enough, you could always let this terrifying power surround you.

As for those restless raindrops, they seem to have appeared inadvertently.

The knight with the broken arm sighed slightly, staring at the crown of thorns on his chest, once this beautiful crystal also made many noblewomen and celebrities cry out wildly, but unfortunately, at this time, it withered silently.

"Guy from outside. ”

That's how the Knights with Broken Arms called Li Laifu.

"Do your family defend the glory of a kingdom, or do you come from a knightly family that regards glory as their life? ”

Li Laifu was stunned, wiped the dust on his face with some embarrassment, a dirty sweat stain was outlined, and the twisted admission also seemed to be lacking in confidence, staring at the thorn flower on the chest of the knight with broken arms, he nodded.

"Yes, the glorious knight family. ”

"Sure enough, what a familiar aura, there will never be a second kind of person who can give such a ridiculous cry except for the lowly and stupid knights. ”

The knight with the broken arm was thoughtful, and suddenly looked at the necromancer who was standing hesitantly between the two wisdom towers of 'killing' and 'waiting', and said:

"Kill him, I believe every exile with some strength should know that it was this child who caught the attention of the Black Castle in that dilapidated carriage, and he became the second lamb to slaughter the wicked in more than ten years. ”

"Of course, if you are afraid, I can enjoy this black glory with you. ”

There has never been a shortage of heretics in the City of Chaos, and those heretics will never be lambs for the Knights of Light to extract glory, for the power of the strong, they also have, and are more proficient by killing.

Sure enough, Li Laifu's original idea of being smart was just a speck of dust in the eyes of these exiles, and if this dust began to twist uneasily and make them feel a little pain, then they would also face the fate of being erased.

The necromancer's black robe spread out like a cloak, and an eerie smile slowly appeared on his withered face.

"I remember that there was a record in a certain ** book that the Vatican regarded as a flood beast, and that the most glorious era of knightly civilization was called 'Arthur', and I heard that you once came from a maverick knightly order, and held a key position in it. ”

"Yes, but undead magic has not yet stood at the pinnacle of many civilizations in any era, and in the current sad world, the Age of Light is your grave. ”

"Sure enough, it was because of stupidity that I came to the City of Chaos. ”

The necromancer's annoyance always burns inexplicably, and the knight's tone still retains the aristocratic thick black of yesteryear.

"Then why did you see me, wise, oh no, filthy necromancer, or soul singer in the mouth of those bards?"

"Because we're all heretics who will be sanctioned. ”

The argument between the two exiles came abruptly, and Li Laifu even couldn't help laughing, but some extremely key words were also deeply imprinted in his heart, and the epic encounter in the long river of years made this child vaguely capture very faint clues.

The most glorious knightly civilization is called 'Arthur'

The Vesar civilization where the god of demonic patterns exists.

In the long river of time, there are countless peaks of power that have long passed.

Nine Magical Civilization Arsenal.

Necromancy has never stood at the pinnacle of the wisdom of the Magic Tower.

Considered by the Vatican to be the history of the Forbidden Book.

"The Bright Age, it is really a chaotic era, not to meet the glory, or quietly ended"

Li Laifu muttered, and he felt countless magic spirits shouting in his ear, like a mournful cry, as if laughing and singing in the face of freedom.

Meanwhile.

The shocking pupils of the blood-colored eyes bloomed with a distorted light of wisdom, and the necromancer's dry lips finally opened, perhaps for him, Li Laifu, who could only be on the other side, was just a lamb to the slaughter, and he didn't even sacrifice a decent staff.

A thick bone spear condensed, and the sound of whistling and tearing through the air was like the cry of an unjust soul, and the entire chaotic capital seemed to resound with a bone-chilling wail.

Fifth-order undead magic, the backbone wisdom of dark spells, and the spear of dry bones.

The necromancer with the blood-colored eye pattern is indeed the pioneer of the black magic ocean, and the elemental arrangement of the fifth-order magic cannot be completed so quickly even by a great magician who has obtained the magic guild certification emblem 'wise man', but almost only in the interval of one breath, this bone spear crawling with cracks is about to pierce Li Laifu's heart.

Li Laifu stood in place in a daze, the tip of the sharp dry bone reflected in the inky pupils became more and more hideous, and the necromancer sighed in amazement, this is not a benevolent mourning, but a melancholy of his previous ridiculous fear, the magic world is not a dead and silent land, that wise land has vigorous vitality, and in the same way, this mysterious and abstract world can easily perceive the every move of the group of mages who pursue wisdom in his body.

Fear is shameless everywhere, and the mystery of this almost involves another world.

The mercy of death seemed to be an extremely cheap item, one after another smashed on Li Laifu's head, and in the face of the roaring bone spear, the child's arrogant behavior made everyone almost stunned, and he just shook his head slightly.

Spear of Dry Bone, fifth-order dark magic.

Even a high priest bathed in holy light would not dare to make a bold statement that could easily purify this evil and filthy ghost, let alone a noble knight of a certain kingdom, unless that knight's strength has reached the extremely precious 'gold' level, such a guy can show a confident smile at any time in any country.

Knights who have received some ancient crest of glory are not among them.

Li Laifu does not have those ancient knight coats of arms with a long history, nor does he have the meaning of war that the Golden Knight is most proud of.

But what he has is enough to destroy all of the above, but the price to pay may be a bit terrible.

A quaint sheepskin magic scroll suddenly appeared in his hand, and the child was smiling, and the look in his dark eyes was called 'Resolute'.

He tore open a crack in the corner of the magic scroll, and a vast force seemed to envelop the entire sky.

Can this magic scroll wipe out the entire city of chaos?

Li Laifu felt that this should be a joke

The silver-robed old man stood alone and swallowed the clouds, his seemingly indifferent look was difficult for anyone to ignore this mysterious existence, and the lost place could occupy the first place in a street in the chaotic city, naturally he had his advantages, especially this old man who looked crumpled all over, and everywhere revealed the message of 'I am a low-key hider'.

The people present were not ordinary people, including Li Laifu, and even in terms of some bizarre encounters, Li Laifu was more skilled than any exile, so whether it was a necromancer swimming in the black sea, or a knight with a broken arm with an amazing background, they would cast a secretive inquiring look at this old man before they made a move.

Up to now, except for a hazy cloud of smoke, the silver-robed old man had not shown any of his own worthiness, but at a moment when his breath fluctuated, he finally showed a shocked gaze

An old finger suddenly stopped Li Laifu's crazy moves.

The somewhat rough finger lightly tapped the tip of the Dry Bone Spear, and then withdrew it lightly, and even the result seemed so natural.

The latter shattered, turning into black elements and dissipating.

The former was hidden in a silver robe, a cloud of smoke slowly rose, and the familiar smell of tobacco permeated Li Laifu's nasal cavity