Whew!

A terrible wolf howl woke up the young man who was shrouded in night.

Slowly opening his eyes, looking at the full moon hanging in the sky, he blinked effortlessly, and his face showed a hint of confusion.

When will the power of the Lady of the Moon reach the bottomless abyss of the demon's stronghold?

In his memory, in order to make up the legendary degree needed to become a god, he and his teammates were killing in the abyss, starting from the first layer of the bottomless abyss, the Abyss Plain, and killing through dozens of layers, until he met the succubus queen Meixiu Kante, who was still thinking about going out to hang out, and finally the whole army was wiped out......

"Whew!"

A sharp pain from his right rib interrupted his thoughts, causing him to subconsciously grunt.

Wrong!

Sensing the weakness of his body, he couldn't help but frown.

How can I be so weak with a legendary warrior and a physique of nearly 30 points?!

Also, he clearly remembered that after his group was wiped out, he was depressed and was about to go offline, going out to vent his depression, how could he ......

The look on the young man's face became more and more dazed and confused.

"Shhh

With the dizziness and pinprick-like tingling sensation in his mind, a huge stream of information poured out, and then, many unfamiliar memories emerged in his mind.

Revenge!

Revenge!!

Revenge!!!

The flow of information is mixed with extremely strong emotions!

Or, it would be more appropriate to call it an obsession!

The young man gritted his teeth, gathered all the strength of his body, reluctantly raised his fingers, pressed down on his beating temples, exhaled heavily, and solemnly made a promise in his heart.

"The name of Wren is up to me! Your hatred, your unwillingness, I will put an end to it! A gentleman promises, the horse is difficult to chase! ”

As he made his promise, a clear name came to the boy's mind.

Andre Wren.

A seventeen-year-old aristocratic boy and a former paladin.

I really didn't expect that I would travel into "Erathia"......

Wren sighed in his heart as he combed through his memories.

However, as far as I can remember, it's the year 885 of the Fifth Age, and according to the in-game version, it's only the earliest version 1.0.

In this era, the four countries of the Western Continent are still in peace, the signs of the rise of the [Rise of the Kingdoms] have not yet appeared, the protagonists of the [Birth of the Evil God] are still sealed in unknown corners, the fuse of the [Dispute between the Old and the New] has not been completely ignited, the [Demonic Disaster] has not yet happened, and the eyes of the [Subspace] Outer Gods are patrolling outside this world......

However, these earth-shattering events in the future have little to do with today's Rennes.

What he needs to do most now is to restore his strength and take revenge!

Sorting through the memories in his mind, Wren finally figured out the ins and outs.

As the god of contract and protection, the Paladin is clearing out the gnolls outside the town of Van Lin.

However, after receiving the news that his family property had been completely seized by his uncle, in order to take the family property, despite the dissuasion of his friends, he risked breaking his oath and temporarily losing his professional ability as a holy warrior, and returned to Fanlin Town, ready to seek justice from his uncle.

Unexpectedly, his dear uncle had already reached an agreement with the Red Label Gang who secretly controlled Fanlin Town, and more than a dozen Red Label Gang bullies were already lying in ambush in the mansion, waiting for the arrival of the original body.

Filled with anger, he fell into a trap that had been laid for a long time, and under the siege of a group of bullies, he lost his professional ability as a paladin and was finally outnumbered, seriously injured, and knocked unconscious.

Perhaps because of his status as a nobleman and paladin, the Red Label did not kill him, but instead threw him into the wilderness outside the town, ready for beasts and monsters to end his life.

"It's a good thing that the bastards didn't kill them at the time, otherwise they wouldn't have ......"

After exhaling lightly, Wren bit his lower lip, skillfully tore a piece of fabric from his clothes, and treated the wound on his ribs briefly despite the severe pain.

As a holy warrior, the original body also received simple medical rescue training, coupled with a physique that was far stronger than ordinary people, it was considered to have temporarily stabilized the injury.

If it weren't for the fact that he had broken the Paladin's oath and had all his professional abilities sealed and unable to perform magical spells, a single minor injury would have pulled back half of the lost health.

Well, here's ......

With Wren's soft voice, a light blue light screen appeared in his sight, the left side of the light screen was a projection of the young man's character, and the right side was a row of dense data.

The young man in the light screen has purple and black hair that is not common in the Bauhinia Business Alliance, and on his knife-like face, whether it is the straight bridge of his nose or the sword eyebrows that fly obliquely into his temples, they all add a taste of perseverance to the young man.

The height of about 1.85 meters, coupled with the muscles trained by years of military training, makes the young man's figure appear tall and powerful.

Although the clear golden-red eyes still carried the childishness unique to a young man, a scar at the bottom of the left corner of his eye made the young man a little more fierce and fierce.

This is a memento from a Goblin Overseer a year ago.

In exchange, of course, the 2-level Goblin Overseer turned out to be the boy's strongest proof of his prowess.

I really didn't expect that I would have such a handsome day......

Wren smiled and shook his head slightly, casting his gaze on the dense data on the right.

Name: Andre Wren

Race: Human (Strength +1, Charisma +1)

Attributes: Strength 16 (+3), Agility 13 (+1), Constitution 18 (+4), Intelligence 12 (+1), Perception 15 (+2), Charisma 19 (+4)

Faction: Orderly, Neutral (Offset)

Background: Aristocrats

Class: Level 3 Paladin - Oath Breaker (1800/6000)

Health: 15/42 (Critically Injured, Weak)

Languages: Continental lingua franca, elf, dwarf, dragon

Class Skills: Jump +3, Focus +11, Block +4, Negotiate +11, Intimidate +8, Bluff +7, Taunt +7, Observe Words +11, Tame Animals +9, Riding +7, Heal +5, Knowledge (Religion) +6, Knowledge (Noistocrat) +4

Racial characteristics: versatile (human), unskilled (human)

Background expertise: animal affinity, negotiator

Class Trait: Channeling Divine Power (Seal)

Class Expertise: Good at Armor (Light), Good at Armor (Medium), Good at Armor (Heavy), Good at Weapon (Easy), Good at Weapon (Military), Good at Shield

Combat Specialties: Duel (Seal), Onslaught

Combat Skills: Divine Perception (Seal), Evil Slash (Seal), Holy Heal (Seal), Divine Grace (Seal), Divine Blessing (Seal)

Oath Spells: Evil Protection (Seal), Asylum (Seal)

One Ring Magic: Detect Evil (Seal), Heroism (Seal), Heal Minor Injuries (Seal)

Tsk, this property ...... Is there really no mistake?

In "Erathia", although the career paths of low-level adventurers are different, the average attribute basically fluctuates around 12 points, and the maximum value of a single attribute rarely exceeds 16 points.

But what did he see?

Not counting the race bonus, the constitution and charm have reached as much as 18 points!

This kind of attribute value can only be seen on professionals who have reached level 10!

You know, if you have more than 20 points in a certain stat, you can get a supernatural feat!

Teacher, I want to report, someone cheats!!

Wait, the one who cheated was myself?

Oh, that's fine......

However, in addition to the basic attributes of the bright blind, the other specialties and skills exclusive to the holy warriors were all sealed, and only two or three out of ten of their strong strength remained.

Wren could see at a glance that these specialties and skills were the standard Vow of Devotion Paladin template.

The Paladin who took the vow of devotion meant that he made justice, virtue, and order the most important part of his philosophy, and many of the Paladins who followed this oath dedicated themselves to the gods of order and goodness, and regarded their creed as the standard of dedication.

Honesty, bravery, compassion for the weak, honor, and responsibility were the goals of these holy warriors who made a vow of dedication, and they were called "White Knights" or "Paladins".

It's just that an NPC with a high attribute value like the original can't be an unknown person in the main world of "Erathia"?

There was a hint of doubt in Wren's eyes.

Wait a minute......

Van Lin Town, the Oath-Breaking Holy Warrior......

Suddenly, Wren seemed to think of something, and his face couldn't help but change.

I'll go, this is not an old acquaintance of the novice copy, Andrei "Black Knight" ?!

The boss is me?

Recalling the long time of the opening of the server, Wren's eyes fluctuated.

"Black Knight" Andre, a part-time Dark Guard and Elite Knight, challenged up to level 10, he can be called a nightmare for novice players back then, single-handedly slashing players miserable, coupled with summoning the undead and deadly charges, it is even more difficult for players.

Wren still remembers that in order to compete for the glory of the first desert dungeon, his guild had thrown more streets in front of the black knight than he could count.

"Not all souls can be redeemed...... Having that said, I am willing to forsake my honor and plunge into darkness in order to get back what I deserve......"

"Black Knight" Andre's opening sentence, Wren doesn't know how many times he heard it, and his ears almost didn't hear the calluse.

However, now that it is himself, Wren only wants to say one thing.

You're wrong!

Remember!

Anyone's soul can be redeemed, even the demons in the abyss!

As if sensing Wren's thoughts, his temples throbbed slightly again, and a low growl rang out in his head again.

This is the original owner's remnant's response to Wren.

"My friend, you don't understand, it's normal. After all, your news channels are still far worse than those of the Fourth Natural Plague like ours. Wren muttered softly, but his gaze was already on the wilderness a hundred meters away, and four rickety shadows were slowly moving in his direction.

With his years of combat experience, Wren instantly recognized the owners of the four shadows as four skeletons.

Although skeletons are only the lowest level of undead, they are still a mortal threat to the seriously injured Wren.

It seems that in the original timeline, it should be the original owner who lost most of his power, after encountering these skeletons, in order to survive, for revenge, and for the obsession in his heart, he completely threw himself into the arms of darkness and became a dark guard.

However, continuing to follow the path of the original owner and degrading himself into a Dark Guardian in order to gain the power of revenge is not the best choice for Wren.

After all, as the dark guards of the evil camp, they are naturally ostracized by the mainstream society, and in the end they will only end up in collusion with evil forces such as cultists.

Thinking of this, Wren took a deep breath and glanced at the attribute bar.

Fortunately, the camp has not yet shifted to lawful evil.

And saved!

Looking at the four approaching skeletons, a smile tugged at the corner of Wren's mouth.

"My dear friend, there are many sources of strength, and for you and me today, in addition to darkness, there is also an undying faith in our hearts! Revenge doesn't have to be done by throwing yourself into evil! ”

In my previous life, I didn't have a choice, but in this life, I just want to be a good person!

Thanks to the blessing of the game forum and the influence of the former paladin teammate, Ren, the former legendary warrior, has a certain understanding of the path of the paladin.

And this is an information advantage that the original owner, who is an aborigine, cannot match.

Enduring the severe pain, Wren sat up from the cold ground with difficulty, half-knelt on the ground, put his right hand in the shape of a fist on his chest, and under the light of the moon, his expression was solemn, and he slowly recited the oath in a low voice.