Paladin

On the day of Advent, the new combat order has been basically communicated. The first line of the Holy See Army is approaching the city at this moment, and the Templar Knights are in the middle of the concave formation. As the elite mounts gradually move forward, they form A conical protruding formation.

The knights were obviously not used to charge the city walls.In the afternoon, Drizzt's city defenses were gradually crumbling. Under the air-dominated area cleared by the Griffin Knights with their lives, the sergeants tore open a hole only four or five meters wide. When the knights poured in, from Seen from above, it looked as if black army ants had mercilessly burrowed into the exposed wounds of the poor victim's skin.

There is no one in Drizzt City, and the golems are preparing for street fighting instead of their masters; the once glorious administration, scientific research, education and other public buildings here are almost abandoned, only the towering arcane defense tower is not aware Weary spawned portals, driving summoned monsters to attack and harass invaders.

Evan was the only one in the group who headed straight for the inner city.

He didn't have the giant spear that is standard for cavalry in his hand, but he rode inward with a flag that wasn't too high. His mount——Isaac Rhodes' steed was very handsome, and it carried him from various small places. He jumped out of the alley and the encirclement, and rushed into Drizzt's real gate alone.

The last group of mages who do not want to leave Drizzt are waiting quietly in the secret arts hall. Behind them is a young sapling that has been watered with painstaking efforts for more than a hundred years. In front of them is the secret capital Tris. The last line of defense.

This line of defense was not an immovable, cold building. On the contrary, before the enemy's figure appeared in everyone's sight, he had already flapped his huge dragon wings and flew towards him—this was a giant dragon.

Evan stepped on the horse and faced the first attack of the giant dragon. In a split second, he saw the dragon's eyes clearly and recognized Felix in front of him.

Felix hovered above the sky, and then fell, sweeping the large square in front of the Mystic Art Hall into an even more empty area.

He fought Isaac Rhodes (Evan) in this clearing, and the dragon's enormous power and magic ability were clearly revealed. For a while, intense arcane magic and holy light shrouded the sky like an aurora, and they quickly The earth changes, accompanied by an extremely ominous omen.

The mages who waited for the interruption in the Hall of Mysteries anxiously tried to see the result of the battle. At first they thought that their side had a good chance of winning: because Felix hadn't been able to fly from the beginning to the end, he was temporarily out of hand-to-hand combat, and when a dragon capable of using When the giant dragon did not do this in the two ways of wings and spells, it meant that he had the absolute upper hand.

The huge body of the dragon set off a berserk scene, and a small outline outlined by the holy light was capsized in it, like a small boat under a storm, which would capsize at any time; In terms of strength, maybe it is the gap between the storm and the small boat!

Even the mages began to gradually take an optimistic attitude. If this battle is indeed fought by both Felix and Isaac Rhodes in history, obviously the outcome will not be beyond their expectations.

Yet Evan will always be Evan, and he never fails.

When the dust gradually cleared and the aftermath of the battle disappeared from the wind, the last standing figure was the bloody figure of Isaac Lord; Felix knelt down in front of him in human form, pressing The fatal wound on his chest, and murmured: "Great regiment leader..."

Evan looked down at him, and saw the unmistakable pain in Felix's eyes, which made his dragon eyes slightly moist: "Isaac... I can't... disobey the order from the master. Rather than die In his hands...it's better...let me see you again."

"You can fly away, Felix, you didn't have to land from the beginning, why did you deliberately lose?" Evan asked in a deep voice.

Felix's eyes reflected the figure of Isaac Rhodes. After a long time, he shook his head and asked in a low voice: "Can you... take me away? Don't let me... stay in Krefeld In the hands of the Grand Regiment Commander, take me away, I don’t want to fight for mankind anymore...except you.”

Evan hesitated for a moment, and at this moment, Felix's body fell weakly.

After his death, he gradually revealed his original form, but the dragon was lying on his side in front of Evan, his slender neck hung down towards him, his body was slightly arched, and his long tail hung down to Evan's back—— The posture of guarding the abdomen.

The huge dragon's head was right in front of Evan, and the latter stretched out his hand to gently stroke the bridge of its nose, feeling that the heat on the dragon's body was slowly dissipating, and the low roar brewing from its throat was only the last A little breath, turned into the flow of wind, and followed Evan's movements, kissed his knuckles lightly.

Every member of the Knights Templar took the oath to the Grand Master with a kiss of hands.

Felix's corpse gradually emitted a faint light, and a deep blue spar slowly condensed on the giant dragon's huge forehead, and it floated up without a sound, and fell into the hands of the person next to him.

Evan looked up and saw that the man was wearing a mage robe with special piping, and the intricate star pattern on the sharp brooch on the chest announced his family: this is a Clayfield.

Now he not only chanted the spell, captured Felix's soul, turned it into a dragon crystal and held it in his hand, but also rudely said to the grand master who had just completed a legendary dragon slaying battle: "You guys are very good at reminiscing about the old days. happy?"

Instead, Evan sighed and said, "Hewitt, I know it's you. Tell me what's going on, Felix is... a member of the Knights Templar? A dragon? Why do you have the mentality that you must die... ...to fight Isaac Lord?"

Hewitt put away the dragon crystal carefully, and said lightly: "He is a dragonborn, and he should be one of the sergeants of the Templar Knights, but he is not a paladin. He just died later, and his soul was captured by Norden Craig. Rayfield—one of my ancestors—was captured and molded into a new body with the blood of the ancient Nayedahin to create such a Dragon Blood Warlock. In order to get a new life, his soul was induced to sign a contract , turned into Norden's demon - just like between me and Louis, he will not rest in peace, as long as enough magic power is supplied, he will be resurrected from a new body - continue to be a puppet of the Clayfield family , become the Felix of my generation and yours."

"He always wanted to return to Isaac Rhodes." Evan sighed sadly, and continued, "It should not be like this in history. We should fight on Christmas Eve, and Felix died at that time Is it?"

"Historical data does not record his appearance, but Norden has no reason to let a giant dragon go unused while defending the city. Presumably Felix still accepted the order to go out, and finally tried his best to die at the hands of Isaac Lord. hands." Hewitt folded his hands in his sleeves and said eloquently, "I have imagined many times in this maze, in order to achieve the ultimate goal of avoiding a frontal war, one of the two parties must be persuaded to retreat or abandon the city, the Holy See Isaac Rhodes in the army obviously did not have the power or ambition to control the entire army, so he could only persuade the mage to abandon the city; The last bit of use value of Sturt was also used up; the mages of the Restoration Council decided to set the last trap-it is now in the hands of the last batch of the latter in the Secretary Hall, and they are no different from death; If we want to prevent this final ending, we can only start with the Knights Templar."

"So, you already know that the Knights Templar will be sent as vanguard?" Evan said.

Hewitt nodded silently. His eyes belonged to an ancestor at this moment, but the sharp gaze shot from them obviously came from Hewitt's soul and wisdom 100 years later.

"This trap of mutual destruction can only target the Knights Templar, because if they do not act before the follow-up arrives, they will obviously lose the room for final action; now the Knights Templar are in danger, once they serve as the Holy See Army The sharpest first sword attacking the secret art hall is equivalent to playing the prelude to destruction." At the end of this passage, Hewitt rarely used a metaphor that bards love.

"They won't attack because I'm here. Just treat me as... no," Evan paused and smiled briefly, "I'm the Knights Templar."

He touched the already cooled head of the giant dragon that was still lying in front of him, raised his hand and whistled to his war horse, and then took a banner with iris flowers wrapped around eight knight swords from the horse's back, and Said: "Felix seems to die on Advent no matter what, and Isaac Rhodes actually died today... I really don't like fatalism."

"Evan." Hewitt stared at him and said, "You and I are different from them."

Evan smiled gently: "I know... I don't like Romeo and Juliet either."

After speaking, he got on his horse under the slightly bewildered eyes of the mage, and headed towards the secret art hall.

"All those who hold crosses of any kind...all those who confess to the east...all those who bathe in the Holy Light...will be exonerated." Evan tried to read it at first, then laughed.

He rode on Isaac Rhodes' horse, walked past Felix's corpse, and slowly entered the secret art hall, his voice gradually became clear and loud: "All those who hold crosses of any kind, all those who repent to the east, all Those who bathe in the holy light will be spared the death penalty!"

An incomparably brilliant holy light gradually lit up from behind him, even blurring the silhouette of Hewitt quietly waiting for him.

Then Hewitt heard the sound of hooves behind him.

The Knights Templar stepped into the city, and the Paladins did not wait outside, but followed one by one in the direction the Grand Master was heading.

With eyes full of magic power, Hewitt saw the original appearance of these undead: only their bones were left, covered with snow-white sacrificial cloaks, holding the banner of the Holy Cross, and also bathed in the holy light.

A knight passed by Hewitt's side, the pale skull flashed away in Hewitt's sight, and the mandible moved, as if it was a smile; the undead said to Hewitt when passing by: "Bathing The Light One is innocent. Mage, you are forgiven..."

After speaking, the voice of the dead soul disappeared in the holy light together with his body.

He is forgiven.

This is the 170th year since Advent passed that year.