Fool's old attack is a wolf god

Roy looked up at the man, and said calmly: "What do you mean, knight? I'm a serious bard, don't slander me!"

"Pretending to be human is still addictive, right?" Paladin El sneered, "Do you want me to expose you in public and show you the terrifying face under your beautiful skin, or just follow me obediently and don't scare these people?" drunkard?"

"Hey! Where is the knight! This guy can sing really well! Don't be jealous of him!" A drunkard said ramblingly, "If you have the ability, you can arrange the music yourself and sing it yourself!"

El took two steps back in disgust, raised the hilt of his sword and tapped it lightly, the drunkard with the long bag on his head fell down in response, and passed out in a coma.

In the chaotic environment, no one cared about this poor alcoholic who had suffered such a sudden disaster.

"It's really ruthless," Roy laughed. "As a demon, I sympathize with them more than you."

"Heh." The paladin sneered coldly, "The devil always talks sweetly."

Roy smiled, not being irritated at all, he threw down two silver coins casually, picked up his piano and got up freely: "Let's go."

The paladin asked doubtfully, "Huh?"

El was puzzled by Roy's obedient behavior. He didn't believe that a demon would be so obedient.

"Isn't that the purpose of your trip? As you wish," Roy shrugged nonchalantly. "I have visited many places, but I have never been to a prison. This time I can see it."

Obviously, the paladin didn't believe in such a simple and unpretentious reason: "You'd better tell the truth, so that I will be less aggressive."

Roy sighed, spread his hands and said, "I'm also waiting for the appearance of that dead old man, there is an account between us that needs to be settled... Are you satisfied with this reason?"

The paladin sneered, and he said, "You are a demon, you can't even defeat me, and you still want to defeat Old Brown?"

"It seems that the old guy didn't tell you the truth," Roy said with a smile, "Don't you know... I have a strong backer behind me?"

"Backer?" The paladin sneered mercilessly, "Isn't the backer of the demons the demons? They are vulnerable to the light!"

Roy glanced at him thoughtfully: "It seems that you really don't know anything."

The paladin was taken aback when he heard the words, frowned and said, "I don't know what?"

Roy shook his head and refused to say anything.

Roy was obediently put into the underground prison of the palace.

Seeing the demon's honest appearance, the paladin felt uneasy. He opened a message scroll and said solemnly: "Old Brown? What did you hide from me? Why did the demon I caught say he has a backer? You Didn't you tell me that there is only one Demon Race? Did you use me and use me as a tool!"

After a while, lines of writing appeared on the snow-white scroll: "Aside from him, you haven't seen anyone else? Have you searched his body? Did he bring any dangerous and evil things?"

search?Al had indeed forgotten this, and it was all because the demon said some inexplicable words to confuse him!

He turned back annoyed, and carefully checked Roy's body up and down. Except for the piano and a money bag, there was nothing else.

The paladin explained the situation with the old magician, and the other party asked him to take the demon to a manor near the White Tower.

So Roy stayed in the prison for less than two hours before being transferred to another place.

"It's really meaningless," Roy tugged at the cloth bag covering his head. "You guys are so rude. This is the first time I've been treated like this."

"Be honest." The paladin pushed him into the room unceremoniously, pressed him on a chair, and bound his hands and feet with special chains.

Roy twisted his hands and feet uncomfortably, and when he saw the light again, he said displeasedly: "Tsk, it's a silver chain again, can you be more friendly to dark creatures?"

An old voice came from behind: "There is no need to be friendly to demons like you who harm humans."

"...When have I ever harmed human beings?" Roy sneered, "You obviously don't understand the demons at all, and you just slander them when you open your mouth."

The old magician didn't answer him, but walked up to Roy with his wand. He looked around the demon and said, "That orc...he's here, right?"

The paladin looked at the old magician in surprise: "Orcs? Where did the orcs come from?"

His voice paused, recalling what Roy said before, he tentatively asked: "...Could it be that the backer he mentioned is an orc?"

El was obviously stunned by the news. He didn't understand why the orcs were the backers when the demons were stronger than the orcs?

"Young man, you still know too little!"

The old magician sighed, and turned to look at the silent Roy: "Where is he? I know you are here, and he will definitely follow? After all, you two are partners, right?"

"And then?" Roy looked at him with a smile, "What trick are you going to play again?"

"Killed the king yourself, but framed my partner, what on earth are you trying to do?" Roy asked him, and caught sight of the shocked paladin out of the corner of his eye, "You use the knights of the Holy See to deal with me, but you think about it out of your own power. Against a god?"

The paladin's three views were impacted for the third time, and he stammered and asked, "What, what does this mean?"

The old magician was also stunned by this divine word, and then he quickly calmed down and scolded: "Nonsense! The beast god has long been suppressed by the son of God! The thousand-year agreement has not yet expired, how could there be a beastman god?" Incarnation!"

"Wait, I've heard about the thousand-year agreement between humans and orcs, but can you tell me what the king is like?" the paladin asked hesitantly.

"It's their hands!" the old magician insisted viciously, and put the muddy water on their heads, "The devils always talk sweet words, they always tell lies to separate us! Don't believe his words!"

"Yes, don't believe his words," the old magician muttered to himself, as if reminding himself, "It is impossible for a second beast god to appear in this world, especially at such a time!"

Roy's smile deepened: "You don't know... It doesn't mean you don't have it."

"Anyway, for you, the devil is always full of lies and demagoguery," Roy shrugged, "Even if I say my partner is not here, you won't believe me, right? It's even more impossible to tell him how to deal with him." I."

"Just know!" The old magician stared closely at the devil's eyes, "Where is he? Tell him to come out!"

Roy smiled: "Adolf!"

A black figure suddenly appeared from the violin leaning against him, and a tall figure stood behind Roy. With a drop of his hand, he easily broke the silver chain that bound the demon. .

The paladin and the old magician were all taken aback. They had no idea that the demon didn't make any excuses, and called people out directly.

The visitor didn't hesitate at all, and the straight-ball player appeared without any worries.

The old magician retreated hastily, and the paladin followed closely after seeing this.

I saw that as soon as the wand in the old guy's hand fell heavily, a complex magic circle appeared on the ground, and the magic elements in the air quickly dissipated, and a closed magic forbidden field appeared under the feet of Roy and Adolf.

Roy walked to the edge and touched it, but he couldn't get out. He turned his head and looked at the two people outside the forbidden area: "Is that all?"

"Of course not!" The magic old man's expression was ferocious, and he spat out a series of dense spells from his lips. Suddenly, his movements stopped and he couldn't move.

The old magician's pupils dilated, and he guessed the truth in an instant, and a terrifying breath came out of his throat: "You..."

"I didn't expect you to be so naive." Roy beckoned, and Adolf behind him brought him a chair, which immediately turned into dust.

The real Adolf walked in slowly from outside the door. With a light tap of his finger on the forbidden magic field, a large enchantment instantly collapsed. His hand grabbed the void again, and the unformed magic circle of the old magician It also collapsed into a piece of ashes.

Adolf looked at the old magician and paladin blankly.

"It's a pity." Roy got up without haste, just propped his chin and looked at the old magician, "I thought an old cunning like you would be more cautious."

The old magician poked his neck and seemed to want to speak, but Roy shook his head: "No, what if you open your mouth and say a spell?"

The paladin looked at Adolf in amazement, as if he was looking at some impossible monster.

"Is it strange that orc gods appear in the world?" Roy walked to Adolf in two or three steps, and looked at the two with strange expressions. "Perhaps it is strange to you."

"As a human villain, I shouldn't say so much," Roy hooked the corner of his mouth, his eyes were bright red, "but if you let you die with doubts, it's too wrong."

Roy paused, and continued: "Adolf is not a beast god, he is a wolf god, and he is also my wolf knight... Thank you, old Brown, for adding a prestige to Adolf for killing the king. really thankful--"

"But it's unforgivable that you want to hurt my child."

A pair of hands lightly rested on the shriveled neck of the old magician, and the cold touch made him shiver suddenly. He heard the devil say: "I know, you may still be thinking that orcs can't kill people, and neither can I." I once said, I don’t kill old people.”

"I don't kill the old man... but I allow you to go to heaven and sue the Son of God."

After finishing speaking, Roy simply snapped his neck.

"Sorry, I still talk too much." Roy Pilgrim Knight smiled, "It's the first time I kill someone after a long time, and I need a sense of ritual."

The paladin shuddered violently, and then he heard the devil say softly, "Now, let's deal with your affairs."