Shun lì covered up the scandal and regained power, brutally cleaned up his political enemies, and even cleaned up the grass on the wall under his subordinates, and Stern's crown can be said to be in the limelight for a while. Now in the temple of Auburn Hills, except for the priests of the other factions who have always been cautious and have no fault and no fault and control in the hands of Stern, the rest are all Stern's descendants.

It is almost foreseeable that the main temple of Auburn Hill will henceforth become the dominant temple of the Rhine power. Not to mention how comfortable Stern's recent days are, there is a smile on his thin old face all the time.

Even His Majesty King Pedro, who had always taken a different position, once came to visit him late at night, pulled down his face and asked Stern to raise his noble hand, which made His Majesty feel like the first person in the empire.

What makes power intoxicating is the sense of accomplishment that comes with these places. Stern took the deer blood wine under the crown and poured it hard, the red liquid flowed down the corners of his mouth, but the crown lord was unaware, obviously a little drunk.

Deer blood wine is also a major specialty of the empire, this kind of wine neutralized by the hot and dry thing of deer blood, has always been the wine that the hot-blooded Beamon warriors like to drink, and it has the warm taste of blood spilled on the battlefield.

For the priests, few liked to drink something that was associated with barbarism, after all, the priests were known for their wisdom and elegance. His Majesty Stern didn't like this kind of drink before, but after going through this period of great joy and sorrow, and after taking care of the damn guys of the Tiger clan with a ruthless wrist, His Majesty is more and more able to taste the different taste of this drink. In addition, after the Blood Sacrifice, His Majesty Stern also found himself a little weak and weak, and needed this drink to warm his hands and feet, which often ended up being cold for no reason.

This kind of public drinking on the top of the main hall, and even getting drunk, is obviously a bit disrespectful to the beast god, but it has just experienced a huge turmoil, and the ruthless wrists of the crown are still fresh in people's memories, and most of them are the descendants of the crown lord. Even if they had opinions, the priests of the other factions just bowed their heads and said nothing.

"None of the people who fought against me ended well!, including that damn visitor from the other world, did a life oath think it was a gold medal for avoiding death?, but luckily you ran fast, otherwise Lao Tzu would always find a way to clean you up!" Stern thought viciously.

That damn fellow, Saint Beamon's life in exchange, and his own loss of visible health! This kind of loss-making business, every day, makes His Majesty wish to go back in time, and then let this crazy Qiqi away from him.

Of course, then again. The one who made this big deal for His Majesty to clear the clouds and see the blue sky is also the damn guy. It's just that this qiē doesn't make His Majesty angry, at most admit that the guy's way of looking at things has an alternative perspective, that's all.

This is probably his retribution! When he learned that Cao Mengnan was sent to the cursed land by Lord Montgomery in small shoes because of his duel with Tevez, His Majesty raised his eyebrows and commented on it.

Cao Mengnan didn't suffer from Stern's hands, but he was deserved by Montgomery, a person like Montgomery who was at most a little bit of a trick in Stern's opinion! Who made that guy so greedy? Every time he thought of that piece of dragon crystal, he was always quite picky.

Master Kelly has come to look for her, and she has also spoken to the surnamed Cao, hoping that Lord Crown can help her student. Stern couldn't help but sigh a little, just such a short time together, he was able to make Kelly, a pure-hearted priest, lobby for three days and two ends, that kid was quite able to grasp people's hearts, almost like tying up Kelly's priest's heart.

His Majesty of course refused, for the same reason as Montgomery, that the young priest should have traveled everywhere, and there was nothing wrong with suffering a loss.

Let Lao Tzu summon him back? Unless Lao Tzu's brain is kicked by a donkey, he will want to see the impostor donkey priest. More than once, Stern looked at Kelly with a sad look on her face and then enjoyed it.

The shackles of the Life Oath are also a bit of a loophole to exploit, and Stern is indeed worthy of being an eighth-order elemental user, and he discovered this lightly. I don't want to kill him, I don't embarrass him, it's not difficult to do, it's okay not to see him.

Cao Mengnan was pitted by Montgomery, not Stern. Stern didn't recruit him back, it was for his own good, lest Stern couldn't help but want to fix him when he saw him. This subconscious thought is obviously in line with the shackles of the life vow, and Stern is not unlucky.

Although I was a little curious about that otherworldly kid, it didn't mean that the dignified Lord Crown needed to meet this kind of little traveling priest who was a little powerful at best. To attract the attention of His Majesty, he is not qualified enough. Let's talk about surviving the troubles of the Cursed Land! An adult bipedal wyvern is a super-level magical beast, it's not so easy to deal with, just that kid, can you clean it up?

It's not that the Templars can't help, but unless the surname Cao dies unexpectedly. That's how Stern looked at the distress letter after reading it. The lives of the villagers of the Cursed Lands are indeed not important, and they have not received the noble life oath of Stern's crown, and Stern's inaction will have no effect.

As for the curse of the Cursed Land, although it only has an effect on pregnant women, it can't be miscarried, and maybe it may also make that bastard infertile!"

Fate is a ruthless bitch, and Stern feels that he has already told the kid surnamed Cao, and he can only blame himself for his bad luck when he is entangled by a bitch.

It's just that some things that were rumored a few days ago made His Majesty a little unhappy.

It is said that the dragon slayer hero in that place in the Land of the Damned, although it is only a bipedal wyvern of the Wurm genus, it is also an undoubted great honor. This kind of story is not only the favorite little part of those bards, but also allows them to make up little songs and poems to sell and eat everywhere. At the same time, it is also the favorite legend of the Beamon orcs, so as soon as the news came out, it spread as fast as a plague, and even the royal city of Sri Lanka was already known to passers-by.

Stern naturally heard that it was a giant forest boar warrior and a black panther warrior who did it, and it was not done by Cao Mengnan, who was assigned to the past, so it had no impact at all.

The group of heroes who have been about to be forgotten can still emerge such a dragon-slaying hero, but they are regarded by His Majesty as a table of returning to the light. After all, the curse of the Cursed Land is a curse of the Broken Offspring, and the demise of the race is only a matter of time.

Who let those fools who only have a passion for the giant forest not accept the wooing, and just superstitious about that ethereal prophecy? On this point, Stern and Cao Zhishu have the same opinion, and the spokesperson of the beast god will not take the prophecy too seriously. If he doesn't accept the co-optation of a high-ranking person like Stern, even if he is a heroic race, he will not feel the slightest distress when he dies, and the Beamon Empire, which has already recovered its vitality, is not inferior to these hundreds of people......

On the other hand, as the vain Buckley had expected, his reputation as a dragon-slaying hero had spread, much to the delight of Buckley, who had heard the bard's singing on the way.

The only thing that is a little unpleasant is that the bard is quite well-informed, and the version of the story is not Buckley's favorite solo dragon pool, but Buckley's warriors complete the dragon slaying with the help of a little friend, and this little friend is - Devon Wade.

As for the name of Cao Zhishu, I don't know if it's because it's unpleasant or for some other reason, so I haven't heard of it at all.

This must have been Wade's private display in front of those human caravans, otherwise how could it have developed like this? Even the vast majority of the bard's version is not the dragon-slaying hero Buckley, but the dragon-slaying twins, Buckley and Wade.

Wade has been quiet, whether he has any small actions in private, only Wade Warriors himself knows. Anyway, the name of Wade Warrior is also being sung, and that's enough.

Regardless, Wade also thinks he should be better known than Barkley. Wade became famous before that vain dead fat man, and the good name of "Fleisch" is proof of that.

Wade wanted to laugh whenever he watched Barkley pretend to be stern and unsmiling in front of the bard. Even Barkley kicked him under the table, signaling Wade to reveal in public that Barkley was the identity of the dragon slayer hero, in exchange for Wade sitting on the table next to him with food.

Buckley's abacus is good enough, using other people's mouths to show his identity, avoiding the possibility of vanity, and at the same time establishing his identity as the absolute main force of dragon slaying. Wade is not stupid, he said that he would help him, who will help him? Barkley, the fat man, has never been a person who reciprocates.

Aunt Susan's instructions coincided with the thoughts in the hearts of the two, but Cao Zhishu didn't allow them to mess around before, so they naturally didn't want to act on their behalf. Now that there is Aunt Susan who cuts first and then plays, of course the two can't ask for it.

It's just that the speed of the two of them is really slow enough along the way, contrary to the instructions of the aunt, they are already intoxicated with the sense of accomplishment of listening to others praise their prestige. When they heard that the story of the crappy poet was not exciting enough and not enthusiastic enough, the two even went on their own and made a cameo appearance as a bard, blowing themselves in the story into the blue sky. This kind of procrastination efficiency made the road that originally only took more than ten days go for a month.

When the two guys hillbillies entered the city, they were immediately shocked by the prosperity of the imperial city of Sri Lanka, and at the same time ignited the idea that the two of them must get out of the poor mountainous area.

When the bronze horseman guarding the foot of Auburn Hill stopped the two rusticly dressed hillbillies, the hillbilly threw out his dragon slayer twin names.

Immediately, all the bronze knights were taken aback, and when they felt the envy and jealousy reflected in the knights' covered helmets, their vanity was satisfied. There is nothing to doubt about this, anyone who dares to pretend to be a dragon slayer warrior at the foot of Auburn Mountain will only be a tired fool.

The weight of this status is not ordinary, and it has been treated extremely highly. The captain of the Bronze Horseman even directly sent two teams of knights, one on the left and one behind, to escort the two warriors up the holy mountain. There is no danger on the Holy Mountain, it is just a matter of giving these two warriors a little pomp, they deserve such courtesy.

This kind of business of slaying dragons, even if the golden knight is out of the horse, may not be able to do it. Ten likely, they can only drive away the two-legged wyvern, so no one knows if these two warriors will be crowned with blue eyes. Be kind to them now, and they will be able to repay them in the future. It is ironic that even the Templars of Auburn Hills had such utilitarian ideas.

The selection of the two guys was also discussed in private, and it was finally decided to choose the time after the temple morning service. After the morning service, His Majesty will preside over the daily temple meeting, so that all the priests and lords of the main temple can know about the merits of Lord Cao Zhishu in the shortest possible time.

The villagers who are produced in the mountains and wilderness are somewhat cunning like small farmers.