Wren saw that in the center of the temple were three extremely simple coffins, with no flowers or reliefs, only a simple emblem.

Half-open scrolls and shields.

The scroll represents the contract, and the shield means protection.

Simple and straightforward.

This is the emblem of Grest, the god of contracts and guardians.

On both sides of the coffin, there were more than twenty priests of the temple, including priests, holy warriors, and temple guards, all of whom looked extremely solemn.

"This ......"

Wren turned his head to look at Kisim beside him and asked in a trembling voice.

The normally cheerful man craned his neck and sniffled, with a faint choking in his tone.

"Feige, Scott, Kyle...... They are in battle against evil...... Heroic sacrifice. ”

With that, he patted Wren on the shoulder.

"Let's go, let's go in...... Give them their last ride. ”

The three of them silently walked into the temple and stood in the middle of the procession.

Soon, the funeral began.

Led by Jonathan, the head priest of the temple, and supplemented by two priests, he slowly recited the farewell prayer to his comrades.

"Our Lord Grey ......"

"May your eyes be on this ......"

"Thy people, thy warriors, thy guardians, sleep here......"

"Protect their noble souls from being defiled......

"May their souls be happy in the kingdom of your God......

As the last word of the prayer fell, a dozen paladins and temple guards knelt on one knee at the same time, and the clamming of the carapace against the carapace made a crisp sound.

Wren and Kesim also got down on one knee, and Wren pulled Miss Ranger, who was immersed in grief.

The girl came back to her senses and hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"Boom!"

The sound of the great sword unsheathed echoed through the temple.

The warriors stuck their weapons on the floor, lowered their eyes, and said solemnly:

"The strong enemy is at present, not afraid or afraid,"

"Courageous and faithful, worthy of the gods,"

"Loyal and upright, I would rather die than give in,"

"It is not against the law to protect the weak,"

"In the name of God, in my soul,"

"Make an oath, don't forget it!"

The powerful and deafening oath of the warriors echoed in the temple, and the three priests, led by the head priest Jonathan, walked to the coffin, stretched out their hands, and slowly closed the eyes of the deceased.

Among the temple personnel who died were one paladin and two temple guards.

"May your souls not be defiled, and you will soon return to the kingdom of our Lord!"

Looking at the faces of his former comrades and comrades in the coffin, Pastor Jonathan's long pale gray eyes showed sadness.

These valiant warriors sounded as if they were yesterday, their hands on their chests, and their armor was all over their bodies, and although the blood on them had been wiped away, the dents in the armor could still be seen, which were the marks left after the fierce battle.

Their weapons were placed on the side of the body.

There was no gold or silver, no luxuries such as silk or ivory, and armor and weapons were the only burial goods for the war dead.

As the second life and most trusted companion of the warrior, these equipment that accompanied the master to fight until the last moment will sleep in the ground with the master.

Patches of holy water are sprinkled on the bodies of the deceased by priests, and these holy waters cleanse the bodies of the deceased while protecting the souls of the deceased from the coveted by evil spirits.

In the world of Erathia, the souls of the dead need to travel through the River Styx to the underworld, where the Nether Lord is in charge, and then the gods they believed in during their lifetime will send acolytes to take them back to the kingdom of God.

The section of the Styx River that flows through the bottomless abyss is the most chaotic and dangerous, and both demons and demons covet these pure souls.

For them, these souls are food and wealth!

The funeral ended with the prayers of the priest.

Wren stood up, only to find that at some point, the cheeks of the girl beside him were full of tears.

"Wren, Boss Filin is looking for you."

After the funeral, a paladin walked up to Wren and said hello to the boy before whispering:

"We all know about you, good!"

After saying that, he gave a thumbs up, turned his head and squeezed Angelica's eyes with a teasing face, before leaving in the girl's coquettish voice.

"Claes, this guy doesn't have a proper ...... all day long"

Wren shook his head helplessly and looked at Miss Ranger.

"Are you going along?"

The girl bit her lip, hesitated, and nodded slightly.

Led by Wren, the two walked through the main hall to the station of the Holy Warriors at the back of the temple.

In the previous two years, Rennes had been training and resting in this place, so it can be said that he is familiar with the road.

Walking to a small cabin in the deepest part of the station, Wren reached out and tapped lightly on the door.

"Is it Wren? The door is unlocked, come in! ”

Pushing open the door, Wren saw an old man with gray hair and casual clothes sitting on a chair, slowly sipping a cup of weak tea.

"Captain Film."

Wren bowed respectfully to the old man.

The old man in front of him was the head of the Holy Warrior Order of the Guardian Temple of Fanlin Town, a well-known high-level holy warrior.

"Sit."

The old man raised his right hand and motioned for the two to sit down.

At this time, Wren suddenly discovered that the sleeve on the left side of the film was empty.

"Commander, your left arm ......"

Wren, who had just sat down, stood up suddenly, and looked at the girl beside him again, with a hint of complaint in his tone.

"Angelica, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

The girl opened her mouth, her little face full of grievances.

"Boy, why panic, sit down for me, and don't be cruel to Angelica, I won't let her say it. How, do you have an opinion? ”

The old head waved his hand and glared at Wren.

Facing the beloved elder of the original owner, Wren opened his mouth and finally sat back in his seat.

"Young people, just frizzy, a little patience and concentration?"

The old man handed the two of them a cup of coffee, and then said slowly:

"This time we went to clear the Blasphemous Order's stronghold, but we met a big fish, the high-level of the Dark Fire Net, 'Black Priest' Adaline, and she left me with this arm. However, an arm is exchanged for her life, and I still earn it for the old man, haha! Moreover, when Jonathan heals the boys' injuries, my arm will be able to be done with a [Advanced Recovery Technique]! ”

At the end, the old man let out a hearty laugh.

The Web of Darkness, a dark organization wanted by the Bauhinia Business Alliance.

The purpose of this organization is to control the commercial trade of the entire Western Continent, which is obviously intolerable for Bauhinia who started out in business.

"However, because of the intelligence error, the target has an additional black priest. The loss of the temple this time is still too great, and the three of them are such great young men, but the result is ......"

Speaking of the casualties of the battle of the temple, even if he was open-minded and strong as an old man, his face also showed deep sadness and self-blame.

"Regiment commander, dying on the battlefield is the glory of the warriors."

Wren comforted the old man.

"I know," the old man picked up the teacup and took a sip of it, "It's just that when people get older, they can't see these births, old age, sickness and death." ”

Putting down the teacup, Filin looked at Wren quietly.

"Now, let's talk about you."