Titan and Dragon King

Muria watched the direction of the group of paladins rushing into the mist of the undead and looked for a long time.

They are not strong. Muria can perceive the strength of more than 300 people, most of them are in the silver level, and only a few are in the gold level. This kind of strength is weaker than the legends of the Necropolis Council. Poor.

Their entry into the Bavarian kingdom to save people is no different from sending them to death. As long as they run into any legendary necromancer or Lich, this team will be destroyed.

In Erassia, even for ordinary people, death is just the beginning. If these groups of samurai are killed in the Kingdom of Bavaria, it is not just death. Their souls will be imprisoned in the body of the undead who lost their lives, and they will lose the opportunity to go to the kingdom of gods and eternal life.

This end is already the worst in the world of Elascia, the severest and most cruel punishment of ordinary people. In the eyes of Erasia's creatures, it was basically the same as Muria's previous life was beaten into eighteen layers of hell.

"Do you have any feelings?" Cassanna asked in Muria's ear.

"Humans, there is still hope." Muria had a complex smile on his face. "As long as humans like that group of paladins don't disappear, humans can continue to pass on."

"Human race has never lacked a human like a paladin." Cassanna took a serious look. "So sometimes, when they ask me for help, I will respond to them."

"This time, if there is a church to you ..."

"Don't go." Cassanna shook her head. "No matter how much they pay, they won't go even with a human legend."

"Huh!" Muria nodded in understanding. Jinlong is a good dragon, but when he knows he will die, Jinlong will also close his eyes and be silent.

Because of kindness, give life and even soul. In the eyes of the wise mage dragon, this is a rather stupid approach. The current Bavarian kingdom, even a legend, can't hold its ground.

So, moving and moving, shaking and shaking, the adventurers below who made way for the paladin and the bards who just played off for them are now what they should do.

They are willing to respect heroes, but they are not willing to be heroes. The cost of being a hero is too great.

"Go to the temple?"

"Ok?"

"Most of the samurai came here through the church's teleportation system. There were only a few, but they came here by other means. For example, the one in my territory, because there is no temple in my territory, he can only Come through the teleport hall. "

"Then check it out!"

... Because of the identity of Kasanna, they entered the temple area unhindered, and after seeing the temple belonging to the Church of Dawn, they went straight in.

Caslana showed a badge to prove her identity, and then withdrew the clerics who came to question. She took Muria into the area of ​​the temple to set up the teleportation area—the layout of the temple of the gods was similar.

After arriving here, Muria found that the clergy members of the Temple of Dawn seemed to be gathered here. Nearly a hundred clergymen wearing various priest robes stood in front of the teleportation formation.

Leading by it was an old man in a red robe, which was extremely eye-catching, in sharp contrast to the surrounding priests, which were dominated by white robes. This was a soul-level archbishop.

When Muria and Cassanna had just entered this teleportation area, they stood quietly in the corner without disturbing the clergy's procession.

As it happens, "Om!" Lined up six teleportation arrays. One of the teleportation arrays lit up, and among the dazzling teleportation auras, a slightly haggard figure appeared in the teleportation array.

This is an old man whose wrinkles and gray hair and beards are deeply sunken on his face, which can illustrate this. He is wearing a suit that is extremely unfit and looks empty, which looks a little funny.

When the teleportation light disappeared, Muria saw the old man slowly walk out of the teleportation array, with an abnormal flush in his face.

In the short time he took a few steps, the old man's hair and beard were rapidly turning dark brown at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wrinkles on his face disappeared one after another.

At first, the body that seemed to be sloppy was gradually upright and loose, and it was originally set on him. The hollow armor appeared to be supported by the bulging muscles on his body and became extremely fit. This armor was originally designed for him when he was young. Made for you.

Seeing the old man who was quickly recovering to a young state, the archbishop's face showed a moving expression: "Why are you this!"

"He's ..." Muria was surprised to look at the old-fashioned old man who had just appeared, and now he is no longer old-fashioned, with a burly build and a sharp-looking middle-aged paladin.

"He should be taking a boiling blood potion." Cassanna glanced and explained to Muria softly: "This is a potion researched by the human alchemist, taking this potion, will At the cost of burning all lives, return to the highest state of life. Usually used by soldiers with severe injuries or blood failure. "

"Burned all life ... that is, is he dead anyway?" Muria asked.

"Master Bishop, can you perform a few magical spells for me and extend my state a little bit, I don't want to wait for just a few undead to die like this." There are still a few white hairs between the hair and the beard. But the paladin, who had recovered to his middle age, looked at the Archbishop and smiled openly.

As soon as his words fell, one after another the magic fell on him, and drowned him instantly. By the time the priests stopped casting the spell, the figure of the saint warrior was no longer clear, and he had become a bright human figure. illuminator.

Then a priest girl came to him with a crystal bottle: "Master, please drink this bottle of holy water."

"Hey, after living so long, this is the first time that I have accepted so many blessings from my priests." The samurai sighed, unsympathetically, and took up a crystal bottle to drink it, so that he could use his own State lasts longer ...

"Om!" Another teleportation array lit up, and amidst the teleportation aura, a young paladin appeared.

"What a young boy, what are you doing here?" The samurai, who had become a luminous body, looked at the immature young man standing on the teleportation team ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and asked harshly.

"Of course it is to fight against evil and save the civilians." The young man who just had a layer of yellowish soft beard on his lips replied with a full face.

"Very good, you will definitely be an excellent paladin in the future. But now is not the time for you to come back."

"I'm a paladin now." The young paladin looked proud, and a layer of dark yellow fighting spirit appeared on him, "I'm no weaker than you."

"You can fight off at a young age." The archbishop's face showed a gentle smile and walked to the young paladin. "Child, tell me, how old are you this year?"

"I'm fifteen years old this year," said the boy proudly.

"Well, you have already been promoted to silver at the age of fifteen. You are really a genius." The archbishop smiled and patted the boy's shoulder. Then the boy's face stiffly found that his body could not move.

"Put him in a confinement room and don't let him out until the evil retreats."