Paladin

Evan sat back on the position of the head of the regiment, facing everyone's expectant eyes, he said in a deep voice: "My order remains the same, the whole army will rest on the spot tonight, no matter what kind of battle plan, after the Holy Advent I'll talk about it later."

After the words fell, some people bowed their heads to accept his order, while others hesitated to speak.

"Great group leader!" Someone couldn't help but say, "But the order we received..."

"There are no other orders." Evan said coldly, "The Knights Templar has only obeyed the orders of the Grand Master throughout history—my orders."

The tent was full of awe, and the paladin who brought him in whispered: "Isaac, have you really thought about it? Turalyon is still waiting for trial, brothers... We all know that the order from the Pope means What, if it were me, I wouldn't be afraid of what might happen to me in the future, but Turalyon... and these brothers, they don't know anything about these things, they think that the Knights Templar are the safest and most holy The place……"

"We can't build our stability on the blood of others. From the establishment, rise to continuation of the Knights Templar, there has never been a time when the Knights Templar made meritorious deeds by paying and besieging heretics." Evan looked around at everyone in the tent, slowly Said forcefully, "The pressure and misinterpretation from all sides, any of you can feel it, but I know better than any of you ... where the Knights Templar is going."

All the people present were high-level members of the Knights Templar. They talked with each other for a while, and then fell silent again.

"Prepare for Advent tomorrow, everyone. Tomorrow is the holiest day of the year. We should thank God the Father for his kindness and love. Forget about these killings, hatred, and conspiracy, and forget about your ignorance of the city outside. Unfounded hatred, wash away the filth, and then... pray." Evan said lightly.

After he finished speaking, he took out the seal of the Grand Commander familiarly, and after writing this order, he pressed it on, leaving a bright red stamp.

At the same moment, in Drizzt City.

Hewitt was pulling his palm out of a mirror, and the remaining influence of Isaac Lord on the mirror gradually fragmented and finally disappeared.

"The Holy See army has no plans to directly attack the city, and we still have at least one more day of respite. Advent is the biggest festival of the Holy See every year. All believers must fast, bathe, pray, and hold ceremonies..." Hewitt said He wiped the silver liquid on his hand with the towel next to him, and said lightly.

Behind him stood several mages, and one of them hesitated, "Isn't this the best time for us to counterattack? They never thought that we would dare to go out of the city to take the initiative to attack, and do it on Christmas Eve..."

"Stupid, we may be caught off guard if we fight back against them now, but what good does it do us?" Hewitt retorted mercilessly, "You see, the Knights Templar have joined their vanguard , With this team blocking the front, it is impossible for us to use night raids to cause much damage to the Holy See army, not to mention their priests are still arranged behind-do you know how difficult it is to break through the combination of paladins and priests? "

The mage pondered for a moment, then lowered his head.

Some people were a little unwilling to let go of this opportunity, and said: "But the Knights Templar should have just arrived in front of the formation not long ago, we can have a chance... Don't forget, we have the ultimate force in our hands!"

When he said this, someone beside him nodded and echoed: "Yes, Your Excellency Krefeld, the hole cards in our hands have not been turned over yet, and the people of the Holy See would never have imagined that you can resurrect an ancient dragon egg... "

"You want to rely on Felix—a deep-sea dragon with impure blood?" Hewitt said coldly, "Not to mention his lack of experience in frontal battles since he was born, you really think that a giant dragon Can we restore our weakness in military strength?"

After hearing this rhetorical question, everyone hesitated and looked at Hewitt; but Hewitt snorted coldly and said: "Although Felix is ​​bound by the contract, he is a dragon! He has always refused to Obediently obey my orders, and want to persuade him to take the risk of rushing into the Holy See army under such a dangerous situation..."

"But our magic reserves are seriously insufficient, and the magic cannon may not last long—let alone the enchantment, and all the golems have been dispatched. The next step is to mobilize all mages to kiss the city wall..." A mage eagerly Said, "There is no better way, Mr. Krefeld!"

Hewitt looked around at the mages present, but he didn't see any familiar faces among them. He frowned and pretended to be contemplative, while taking this opportunity to observe them carefully, and sure enough, he found that there was a wisp of gray on the foreheads of these people. Breath, if he hadn't used the peeping spell just now, he might not even be able to detect it with his naked eyes.

"It's the undead..." Hewitt thought to himself, "All the characters here are undead, probably the ones who died on this battlefield back then."I'm afraid they were trapped in this labyrinth spontaneously. Over the past 100 years, this scene has been happening repeatedly. These undead are trapped here forever...'

He frowned in thought, folded his hands unconsciously in his sleeves, and continued to think: "I am now acting as the ancestor of the Clayfield family a hundred years ago, and Evan may be the Isaac Rhodes I saw just now."We are forced into this cycle, how can we break it?This is a period of time that all undead can't get out of the loop. I don't know if forcibly avoiding the death of everyone will work... What is Evan thinking now?If he can't think of it with me, the Knights Templar will forcibly attack the city tonight, and these undead in Drizzt will definitely die again and fall into the cycle again...'

Half an hour later, Hewitt walked into a reception room led by a servant.

This is 1406 in the Vedic calendar. Felix should have not broken his shell, but at this moment he is already a young man. When he was waiting in the house, his face was gloomy and melancholy, and he came up and said, "Norden, I won't Participating in this battle, you promised me that you would not force me to fight the Templars at any time!"

The role of Hewitt in this labyrinth is Norden Clayfield, the leader of the Vengeance Society at that time, and the actual ruler of the magic capital Drizzt.But Hewitt didn't have the slightest memory or clues of what happened at that time, so he could only try to find traces on Felix, and replied at this moment: "But things have reached this point, as a member of the Krefeld family..."

"The Krefield family! Ha, Norden, you actually told me this... I have nothing to do with the Krefield family, don't think that you can do whatever you want just by signing a contract with me!" Felix said angrily, "I told you long before you bred this new body with dragon blood, before I decided to reincarnate, Isaac Rhodes is my bottom line! Even if I can no longer stay in the Knights Templar, even if ...Now I am no longer qualified to see him, and it is impossible to obey your orders and kill him just because you took his life!"

Hewitt's pupils suddenly closed—he immediately detected countless information from the words Felix confides, and turned them into new information.He slightly concealed the expression on his face, and said slowly: "It seems that I overestimated the bloodline of the dragon, and the human will actually has the upper hand... Felix, don't forget your own identity, Dragonborn Sometimes you can live comfortably in human society, but it’s just that humans haven’t discovered their true identities. If Isaac knows that you have been in touch with me, Krefeld, and even reincarnated as an evil dragon, will you still be okay? Unreservedly trust you as a comrade in arms? Also, don’t forget our contract—"

"Norden!" Felix burst into rage, the veins on his forehead almost burst open, his eyes turned into narrow dragon pupils because of the anger, "Don't take me for those other stupid demons—"

"Demon spirit?" Hewitt suddenly turned around and looked directly into Felix's imposing eyes.

Felix's voice was as cold as his breath: "I signed the contract with you out of self-protection. You swear that you will never use the contract to control my behavior, Norden Clayfield! If you If you dare to do this, I will let you know that the dragon will never be restrained by mortals..."

Hewitt was not afraid, and after looking at him for a while, he suddenly snorted in a low voice, turned around and said indifferently: "Your worries are unnecessary, Felix, my dear demon. I don't I plan to send you out to fight head-on with your Grand Commander, the strength of the Holy See Army is ten times that of ours, and Drizzt has been defending for three years, this time I am afraid that we have reached a desperate situation..."

"We abandon the city."

When Hewitt dismissed this decision lightly, the conference room was immediately filled with voices, and the mages seemed to have been poked at the most painful place, wishing to jump up and blame him.

"Gentlemen, Drizzt is just a dead city. There was no need for us to lose all the strength we had accumulated for hundreds of years for Drizzt." Hewitt said as he knocked on the table.

The mages were resentful, dissatisfied, and angry, and questioned him: "We have spent so much effort to cultivate the new Drizzt tree into what it is now. If we abandon the city now, all our efforts will disappear! Your Excellency! Masters will return to the days when they are hunted all over the world. We have no shelter, no place to stay and rest, no hometown, no magic capital, and we have no way to develop. Our apprentices have already passed away! If this continues, Master I am afraid that the inheritance will be..."

"The inheritance of a mage is not a batch of spells or alchemy knowledge that we can teach!" Hewitt said calmly, facing everyone, "I want to assert this: as long as there are words and thinking in the world Species, the inheritance of mages will not be cut off. Look at what you are doing now! Put all your energy into confrontation with the Holy See, is the truth a tool for you to increase your strength and influence? The so-called mages, as long as It's enough to cast a spell powerful enough to knock back all incoming enemies? Use your wits and your cool and don't get caught up in hatred, that's just as stupid as mortals! We don't need Drizzt - or , rather than preserving this glorious dead city, what we need more is to preserve the existing strength and knowledge!"

He stared at everyone one by one with sharp eyes, and the anger and unwillingness in the chests of the mages gradually began to subside, and calm finally began to gain the upper hand in the conference room.

They have been preparing for more than [-] years, and Drizzt's hope of rebuilding was snuffed out by the Holy See at the last moment. It is impossible not to hate, but... as Hewitt said, for a group like mages, in such a critical situation, life and death As far as the critical moment is concerned, it is meaningless to insist on rebuilding the magic capital.

This is a group with the most wise men among human beings. Their eyes are always on the consequences of ten years, one hundred years, or even one thousand years later. This price is exchanged for more important chips.