Perhaps the priest made an extremely devout prayer before going out, or perhaps a Naru light bulb was rarely lit up, just as the battle axe thrown by Xie Feng easily smashed the Truth Shield and was about to have an intimate contact with his chest, an original transparent light shield with the wings of a small angel suddenly appeared and enveloped it... Protect and bless!

"Stop it all!" A sudden shout came from behind the priest, suppressing the noise in the audience.

He also wanted to continue to siege Xie Feng, and the blood-colored warriors who were being beaten by his local rat hammer were slightly stunned when they heard the shout, and the madness in his eyes gradually disappeared, and finally returned to Qingming. He glared at Xie Feng with some malicious intentions and retreated helplessly.

"Tylan?" Xie Feng was also conscious when he heard this. He tried his best to suppress his anger and stopped attacking the unlucky guys. He walked back to the fireplace where Little Palmela was avoiding and stood quietly.

"No matter what occasion it is, do people who can really play a role always come one step later? This is a fucking law of the universe..." Xie Feng curled his lips and complained in his heart disdain, but a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face...

It's funny to say that whether it's Blood or Xie Feng, they are all a group of guys with "abnormal" minds. After doing this, both sides were angry and forgot their original purpose! Xie Feng left the fireplace and Little Pamela they wanted to protect, and Blood also forgot the little ghost they were about to destroy at first, and instead besieged Xie Feng with his life. It was not until Tailan appeared that both sides calmed down a little, and then remembered their true purpose...

"Alex? It's really you?" Tyran heard a report from his subordinates that someone was 'pretending' the blood elf general to cheat, and rushed over with curiosity. Unexpectedly, he was really the master, and he couldn't help but ask in confusion:

"Aren't you at the North Post Tower? Why did you run to Long County alone? You still have a conflict with my warrior..." As he said that, he looked at the bloody warrior who was beaten by the other party and stood on the side with a dejected head, frowned in displeasure. However, seeing that Xie Feng was almost dressed in a beggar's outfit and wounds of all sizes on his body, it was not easy to say anything.

"To find your father!" Xie Feng complained in anger, but because of the complicated feelings that Taylan had towards Old Ford now, he knew that it would be inappropriate to say it, so he casually said: "There is no big deal in the short term. I will come here to train my strength and destroy the undead by the way."

"As for how you fight with your soldiers, do you still have to ask me? You know their virtues better than me?"

The battle had just stopped at this time, and the anger and resentment in Xie Feng's heart had not yet been vented. When Old Fording thought of his painful mission, he naturally had nothing to say. However, it seems that everyone knows the situation of the Blood Crusader, and they even know it themselves, but it is not very good to say it in front of him...

It was Tailan's turn to be unhappy, but seeing that his subordinates had confiscated any fatal injuries, he also knew that Xie Feng was merciless, so he suppressed his anger and replied stubbornly: "At least they will not attack an ordinary adventurer for no reason! Maybe you should give me an explanation, the anger of the blood-colored warrior was only ignited by natural disasters!"

What is bloody? Tailan is still quite clear about the so-called few lords who are still sober, but he still has certain confidence in the warriors under his command! Unless they face natural disasters, they will at least not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Either Xie Feng has any connection with natural disasters, or it is simply a misunderstanding. Although he is more inclined to the latter... things often cannot be done as they wish~

"Sir, we did make the first attack~" The priest who had circled around the gates of hell walked to Tailan and bowed respectfully, explaining: "But that's because this blood elf is protecting a natural disaster ghost."

Tyran suddenly changed color and looked at Xie Feng a little unkindly: "I need an explanation!"

Xie Feng paused slightly and explained: "This is a misunderstanding. If they listened to my explanation, things would not have developed to the current situation..."

"I don't think so!" The priest immediately sneered and interrupted his words, his eyes filled with unconcealed madness, and said, "I am willing to take responsibility for your offense, even if I apologize for my life, but that damn natural disaster ghost, she must die!"

Xie Feng suddenly changed color. Although the priest said it nicely, they could explain their attacks with an unidentified excuse, but the identity of the undead Little Pamela had no way to argue... They could only grit their teeth and insist: "She is not a natural disaster, and you have no right to attack her!"

"Just! Why do you deny her identity as a natural disaster that appears in Dalong County?" The pastor shouted angrily at Xie Feng without hesitation.

"So what if he is a ghost? Do you think all the dead are natural disasters?" Xie Fengya squeezed out a few words, staring at the priest with murderous eyes, wishing he could slash him alive!

Now it is not far from the fireplace. Perhaps Little Palmila has heard the conversation between them. She has been avoiding mentioning her identity and trying her best to maintain her tiny hope, but was torn apart by this damn bastard... She shouldn't have confronted them here at all. If she hadn't been afraid that these blood-colored warriors would attack Little Palmila after leaving, he would have been away long ago.

"Yes, all the undead are natural disasters! They are all existences we want to destroy!" The priest admitted on the spot without any reason.

Xie Feng sneered: "There are also a group of ghosts in the chapel. Are you sure he is a natural disaster?"

All the undead are natural disasters... Although Xie Feng and most people can tell the difference, the Blood Crusaders think so! Just look at the warriors who think the priest's words and are seriously flickering with creepy fanatic emotions.

But when Xie Feng refuted, the scene suddenly fell into a dead silence.

The heroes in the chapel are the souls of the Paladins who died bravely in the battle against natural disasters. Almost all of them are elite members of the Silver Hand, with great reputation. What if all the undead are natural disasters, what about them? Although Xie Feng's words are a bit unreasonable, the Blood Crusaders' cognition is very extreme after all, and there is no refutation of this.

However, although the Blood Crusader had already gone for a fork in the road, he was born in the Silver Hand. It was no different from saying bad things about the Paladins in front of them than insulting Cenarius in front of the druids! Everyone present tightened the weapons in their hands, their eyes were red, and they looked at Xie Feng with murderous intent, as if they would rush up and dismember the corpse in the next moment...

"Damn the elves, bastard, do you dare to blaspheme the heroic spirit of the great Paladin?!" The priest who confronted Xie Feng was angry.

"Their ghosts are heroic spirits, and other ghosts are natural disasters. Why do you?" Xie Feng sneered without showing any weakness.

There is no way to argue, and the blood-colored warriors have nothing to say. But this is also because of the special situation. If it weren't for Tyran where they were pressing, they wouldn't have to consider how to refute it, but would rush up and regard Xie Feng as meat sauce! This is Tyran. If it were Marlan, Abidis, Wademar, Ethan Leon and others, they might not only not suppress it, but they would rush up first!

"Those are noble beings blessed by the great holy light. How can the dirty natural disasters be compared?" A blood-colored mage blushed and shouted at Xie Feng at the top of his lungs.

"Then why do you think that Little Pamir was not blessed by the Holy Light?" Xie Feng argued himself.

"You..." "Damn the blood elf..." "I want to take you..." "The lackey of natural disaster!"

"Enough! Shut up!" Seeing that everyone became more and more quarrels, Tailan let out a loud shout with a pale face, suppressing all the sounds.

After all, it was the Blood Crusader of Fireplace Valley. The lord of Tylan has a pretty good prestige between them. He stopped the chaotic scene in one sentence. Seeing that the chaos subsided, Tylan frowned, walked to Xie Feng, and asked in a calm tone without any emotion:

"Alex, as far as I know, you are not the kind of reckless person. What kind of ghost is it, or what is the reason that makes you openly turn against the Blood Crusaders, blaspheme those great beings, and even... even give up your beloved weapon and do your best to protect her? Is it worth it?"

As he said that, he took out the huge sword of Xin Duolei handed over by the bloody team leader who had just reported the news and looked at it, and threw it over.

He didn't think that what Xie Feng saw in his hand was knocked out by the Blood Crusader. With the sharpness of this sword, if Xie Feng hadn't thrown away himself, no one would have caused any harm to him. And if these Bloody Warriors could really force Xie Feng to abandon the sword, Xie Feng would not be able to hold on now.

"Haha...Is it worth it?" Xie Feng took the sword with a wry smile, shook his head and said, "Compared with her, you, me, and even the natural disasters of the undead! If the heroic spirits in the chapel are the holiest existence, then Little Pamela is the purest existence of Azeroth!" "The purest soul! It is not a ghost, not a dead, nor a natural disaster!"

"Why do you think so?" Tailan was moved, and even the blood-colored crusaders around him changed color and were slightly turbulent.

"If you see her and are willing to listen to a story from me..." Xie Feng looked at him in a complicated manner, glanced at the blood-colored crusaders around him, his intentions were self-evident.

Taylan frowned and was silent for a moment. After a while, he waved expressionlessly: "Stop some actions, everyone withdraws from Dalong County and gathers on standby at the entrance! No one is allowed to leave without my order!"

The blood-colored warriors were stunned, looked at each other for a long time, and finally turned around and left. Only the priest argued unwillingly to Tailan: "Lord, do you want to protect that little ghost with this damn blood elf?"

Tyran frowned slightly, stared at his eyes, and then slowly replied, "Who is the great lord of Fireplace Valley? Do I need to ask you for instructions from my order?"

"You are against the purpose of the Blood Crusader, and the Archbishop and the Prosecutor will not tolerate your behavior!" The priest did not retreat.

"Disobey the orders of the Great Lord, your behavior also violates the crusaders' rules!" Tyran slowly pulled out his sword, slapped hard on the ground, and said coldly: "Now, I have the final say here, I will go back to explain Ethan Leon, remember, you are not the Archbishop yet! Execute the order, or let me execute it yourself!"

"You..." Tailan's words immediately made the priest angry, but felt the faint murderous aura that enveloped him. After hesitating for a long time, he still did not dare to turn against him. He looked at the old god with angrily eyes Xie Feng and the expressionless Tailan, and gritted his teeth and left.

After a while, when everyone left, Tyran sighed lonely and put away the sword, murmured in confusion, "The Blood Crusader... has changed, no longer the silver hand of the past... Maybe Maxwell is right..."

"You tell me this... aren't you afraid of spreading it?" Xie Feng smiled and put down his giant sword, pulled his broken top with one hand, endured the pain and wiped the blood on his body with a broken shirt, while grinning, "Damn it, I'm going to leave some scars this time, my flawless body..."

There were many scars on his body in the battle and there were more stains. Before he was carefully cleaned, Xie Feng would not dare to treat him even if he could be treated.

"Haha..." Tyran laughed and shook his head: "Will you say it out? And with your reputation in the Blood Crusade now, will they believe you or me?"

"...I thought you would say you believed in my character," Xie Feng curled his lips, then sighed again: "Maybe the blood color is hopeless, at least there are also Qingming senior officials like you, and some sober soldiers..."

"Maybe, but I don't have much hope anymore. Perhaps the only one who is still insisting on it is Demitia..." Taylan shook his head in a self-deprecating manner and changed his tone: "If you don't say this, I'm more like seeing the pure little guy you are talking about now."

"As you wish!" Xie Feng smiled and nodded, quipping: "It seems that you are quite similar to him. They all like small toys, but you like little warhammers, and she likes dolls~"

"How did you know?" Tailan's face changed drastically, and she exclaimed in dismay...

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For half an hour, Xie Feng, who had a relaxed face and Tailan, who had a complicated expression, slowly walked out of Dalong County under the gaze of a large group of bloody warriors.

"I regret it..." Taylan sighed a little lonely.

"If you haven't seen her, you might regret it even more in the future!" Xie Feng shrugged.

"Maybe," Taylan shook her head and asked back, "Why do you have time to wander around here? Is Darian's place ready?"

Xie Feng: "I am just preparing for these things. My strength is too poor. I can't support them, right?"

"Do you still have this self-knowledge?" Tailan smiled and joked, then said, "I'm leaving... Little Pamela has been exposed, I'm not the only one who has the final say in Fireplace Valley..." As he said that, he glanced at the priest who was still angry not far away.
Chapter completed!