When he fell to the ground, he was knocked unconscious. Asa was grabbed by Hilton and Jessica's feet and dragged away. His head hit the bumps on the ground, which caused terrible pain.
Although he had seen necromancers using paralysis and scrolls of paralysis before, this was the first time he personally felt the power of this magic. The fluctuations of the white magic were still gentle and pure, but in a strange way
The extreme way combined with the vitality flowing in the body, the vitality that was originally like the Yangtze River ossified into a thick paste, a condensed glue.
It wasn't until this moment that he understood why the huge vitality of the Behemoth would be broadcast under the glaze for a few seconds. A cardinal took action at such a close distance, and he was too shocked.
With no dodge or defense at all, even a Behemoth will be frozen for several seconds, and creatures like a flying dragon or a bull will probably be frozen for longer. And a human, if he only relies on his own vitality and vitality,
It may take a long time to break through this shackles.
But now this situation is not only half a day, but half a minute is enough to be fatal. Asa immediately concentrated into a state of meditation. The life force condensed by white magic in his body was no longer a ball. He could feel the subtle energy in his body.
How the magic waves are cemented together with the veins of flesh and blood.
Only in his lower abdomen is there a trace of vitality and fighting spirit flowing in his whole body. Just like catching an earthworm in a paddy field, Asa struggled to control this subtle trace of fighting spirit and manipulated it starting from his lower abdomen.
, along with the felt magic veins and traces, it radiates upstream and radiates throughout the body. The progress is still slow at first, but as more shackles are untied, the more fighting spirit and vitality can be controlled, and the progress continues to double.
land growth.
Finally, all the magical shackles were broken away. Asa turned over and broke away from the two men's hands and stood up.
"Boss, you're awake. Run, we are no match for those guys." Hilton looked at Asa with joy on his face, but his panic did not diminish at all and he was still running fast. The druid who ran away first had transformed into
The werewolf put old Bill on his shoulders and ran forward.
Although it felt quite temporary in Asa's consciousness, in fact, it only took a few breaths before he was paralyzed and fell down the tree. They had not even run far away. The Temple Knight Commander who had just started to pursue was slightly startled.
Looking at the figure that jumped up from the ground, he let out a rather surprised sound.
The foot power of the fleeing people was already faster than that of a galloping horse, and now they were using all their strength while escaping. However, the three figures behind them, emitting white light, were still approaching. The Temple Knights
Their posture clearly looked like they were just striding forward, but they were running faster than the people in front of them who were running desperately.
After chasing and escaping, it didn't take long for the few people to rush into the center of the elf city.
There are tall trees and buildings everywhere, some are as high as twenty or thirty meters, and some are as thick as wooden piles a thousand times larger, scattered in a natural pattern. Although this place is more grand and prosperous than the elf residence in the Whispering Forest.
Hundreds of times. But there is still no trace of artificially crafted fireworks. The only exception is the stone platform sandwiched between the three large villages in the center. A huge teleportation magic circle adds some artificial traces to this natural place.
.
"There's no need to escape, there's no way to escape anyway." Asa suddenly stopped not far from the magic circle.
The rest of the people also stopped. Hilton was frothing at the mouth and fell to the ground. In fact, even if Asa didn't say anything, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long. His speed was the slowest here, and it took all the strength to feed him.
It took a lot of effort to barely keep up with the others. This stretch of speed was already his limit.
Old Man Bill had been persuading the werewolf carrying him not to go with Asa all the way. But the wind was too loud to hear him as he was running. The druid was still running with a few temporary companions, and now Asa was alone.
Stop, he also stopped.
The three temple knights were already less than twenty meters behind them. Even if they continued to run away, they would not be able to run far. When they saw the target suddenly stop, they also stopped suddenly. The white figure that was originally speeding said
Stop and stop, just the free transition between movement and stillness, you can see the difference between levels.
Lancelot is in the middle, and there are two other temple knights, one on the left and one on the left. In each hand is a two-handed giant sword. Although it is not as exaggerated as the one used by Silica, the silver light waves flowing on it and the sharp blade indicate that
The lethality of this weapon is definitely greater than that of the big iron block. The other is a black spear, which emits a substantial radiance like a black diamond. The three of them looked calmly in front of them.
The five targets who stopped. Their calm and calm demeanor and posture were like three lions looking at the prey under their paws.
There were elves constantly appearing in the same area. There were many elves on the ground and in the treehouses high up, looking at the intruders. Probably out of intuition, they all kept a considerable distance away.
"Being able to unlock Lady Adela's spell in such a short period of time seems like your strength is beyond my imagination." Lancelot looked at Asa quietly, with a look in his brown eyes.
The light was not dazzling, but Asa felt the silent and invisible power within it. Just two glances like this, he felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown in front of a wise giant beast.
Although calm and composed, although the difference in strength is so obvious, and although they have confidence in their prey, the three temple knights, including Lancelot, have not relaxed at all. They still remain there at all times.
In a state where any reaction can be made.
On the contrary, the five people opposite had different shapes. Except for Asa and Jessica, who looked calmer, the others were all loose and full of flaws. It was rare for Hilton to fall to the ground and not lose consciousness. But old man Bill was still
He seemed reluctant to get off the druid's back, and the druid was swaying uneasily.
The werewolf swayed left and right for a while, and suddenly staggered towards the three temple knights. The three Asa were stunned and before they could react, the werewolf druid had already walked in front of Lancelot.
"I surrender." It was not Anderson who spoke, but Old Man Bill on his back. The old man's hands were on the werewolf's head, and the werewolf's eyes were full of confusion and struggle. Old Man Bill was speaking slowly and slowly.
Tilting his mouse head, his mouse-like face was a mixture of flattery and pretended piety. "This werewolf is a druid, and he is also dirty.
The most evil heretic. I have just controlled him with soul shackles, and now I want to take refuge in the glory of the God of Light. I just ask the Lord to forgive me before..."
As his head became more and more crooked, Old Bill's voice became more and more strange. Then suddenly his voice disappeared, because the increasingly crooked mouse head tilted out from his neck and fell off.
He didn't seem to know what was going on, his mouth was still opening and closing, and the expression on his face was surprised because he noticed the sudden change in his gaze.
"Pagans are not dirty." Lancelot looked down at the head with eyes on the ground and said calmly. "The only thing that has muscles is the selfish soul."
It was only then that old Bill's body, which was still on the werewolf's back, spurted out a short fountain of blood. There was not much power in this rat-like body, and then he fell down. The werewolf druid suddenly
When he woke up, he saw the temple knights who were so close were frightened and jumped back to avoid them.
The three temple knights did not move. At least in the eyes of the surrounding elves and Hilton on the ground, they seemed to have not moved since they stopped just now. The old man's head on the orc's back fell off for no reason.
.They all let out a cry of surprise.
The corners of Asa's eyes jumped. Only he could see clearly that Lancelot had not moved at all. It was the temple knight holding a two-handed giant sword next to him who turned around, and the giant sword with flowing silver light moved around.
It instantly turned into a silver ray of light and passed by the old man's neck. Even old man Bill himself didn't notice that his head and neck had actually been separated for a long time. It's just that the two-handed giant sword was very thin, and this sword
It's just too fast, too neat and tidy.
"You... don't accept surrender?" Asa asked with a frown. The expressions on Hilton's and Druid's faces also changed with this question. "No, knights will never kill the weak and those who have no intention of fighting, even if they are
Pagans may also have a chance of redemption. But selfishly betraying your companions is a sign of a dirty soul, which is far more revealing than any magic or belief." Lancelot looked at Asa and said calmly. "He surrendered.
, that is very sensible and correct. But it should never be done.
Selling his friends. His friends did not abandon him when he was escaping. Now he wants to use his companions as a condition for surrender and the price of survival. Such a selfish soul cannot be washed away even by the glory of the Lord."
"Well~ you just said that pagans are not dirty..." Asa glanced towards the magic circle, then turned to look at the three temple knights in front of him. "It seems that these words are consistent with the identity of the temple knights.
It doesn’t quite fit, at least not with the female temple knight.”
"The Lord said that tolerance is the greatest light, and anyone who is not determined to be evil is given the opportunity for redemption. Justice is a power that comes naturally from the heart. It is not a dogma hanging above the head to control people's behavior. Tali
The Knight of Silk is still young and too naive to understand the difference." Lancelot said lightly. His appearance was not very majestic, but he had the kind of extraordinary look that could take away people's soul at a glance.
The words justice and light, which are so great that they have begun to become vulgar, are different from those spoken by others. There is no lofty, worshipful tone at all, and there is no deliberately raised tone. Instead, it is in a kind of tone.
The extremely plain voice and demeanor are as comfortable as an ordinary person talking about his eating habits. But it is this voice without any deliberate polish that is far more infectious than any declaration or preaching, because it contains
Sisi's anger was the belief that radiated from his personality and soul. He looked at Asa and continued: "Do you mean to surrender when you stop?"
Asa thought for a while, nodded and said: "Probably. I also know that I have no chance of winning. But before I surrender, I want to ask a few questions, okay?"
"Okay, you ask."
"You...how could you be you..." Asa sorted out his thoughts and vocabulary,
The questions in his mind were not enough to be asked directly. If he directly said that there are actually several necromancers in the church who are secretly manipulating them, and that he revealed their whereabouts to attract them instead of attracting the temple knights, such a question would never be answered.
Will be believed and accepted by this paladin. "How come there are so many of you? If we just wipe out a group of thieves, it seems that you don't need to take action?"
"I don't know about this. I just took the order from His Highness the Pope to bring back the man who calls himself Sandro. Qian, I didn't expect that it would be you, a famous wanted criminal, but from the moment I saw you
.I have already guessed that the person named Sandru that Knight Talis mentioned is you."
"The Pope...The Pope...is His Highness the Pope..." Asa's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he narrowed his eyes due to overthinking.
The only people in the church who are unlikely to have anything to do with the Necromancer are undoubtedly the Pope and the Paladin. But the name of Sandro, who was originally prepared for the Necromancer, did not attract the Necromancer.
These two people were attracted. According to his expected plan, since the necromancers were determined to win him, they would never want him, who knew a lot of things, to fall into the trap.
In the hands of the church, they would definitely find a way to organize the church to intervene and come in person. But the result was completely opposite to this. Are all the necromancers not there? Didn't they happen to hear the hint that I only told them?
But the Pope would never send nearly half of Celeste's masters for a group of thieves.
And this is the only explanation. Sandro is not just familiar to the necromancers. At least the Pope also knows him.
"The one you mentioned...Knight Talis...the news she brought back is only you and the Pope know?"
"Asa asked again.
Lancelot also frowned slightly. He was also puzzled by the question asked by this man and the strange expression. But he hesitated and answered: "No, there should be many people who know. It is said that Ace
Your Excellency also strongly recommended that I deal with you."
"Eskel, it's him..." Asa frowned. Since the necromancers knew it was him, why didn't they come? Aren't they afraid that they would be killed when they were captured by the church? In that way, they would have no confidence in the World Village Leaf.
The clues were cut off. Aren't you afraid that if you were caught, you would reveal some secrets about the Undead Guild? Asa felt like tens of millions of flies and bees were flying around in his head, but again.
I can't pretend to have a clear path out.
Bang. Asa suddenly slapped himself in the face with an extremely loud slap. A slap mark immediately appeared.
Everyone was startled. Hilton and others suspected that he had gone crazy when facing three invincible temple knights. "I was wrong." Asa sighed heavily.
Lancelot smiled slightly. This was not a mocking laugh, but understanding. He said: "The confusion and confusion in his eyes have disappeared. Have you figured out what you are thinking?"
"I didn't think it through. But I know I was wrong." Asa nodded dejectedly. "I am not a trickster. I don't have the brain to think about conspiracy, but I still want to be clever and play tricks with others. I also failed.
ask for it."
"Good. It's rare." Lancelot smiled again and nodded. The laugher showed some slight approval. "Being able to recognize your own mistakes and admit your weaknesses is an opportunity for growth."
Looking at the paladin's expression that didn't look like he was facing an enemy, Asa felt very strange and asked: "Since you know that I am the notorious wanted criminal, how come you don't seem to hate me so much?"
"Wanted criminals are wanted criminals. But honest people should be praised, especially those who are honest to themselves. Besides..." Lancelot paused and said in a rather strange tone. "As for your crime... I have no idea.
not very clear……"
Asa's heart moved. The two major crimes of assassinating Bishop Ronis and Duke M'rak were as well-known in the mainland as his wanted name. It is impossible for the Lord Paladin not to know about it, but he couldn't explain clearly...
Just when Asa was stunned, Lancelot looked solemn and said: "Okay. You have asked all the questions you should ask. But you and other locals have not appeared until now. How about it? Surrender immediately and join us.
Are you leaving, or do you want us to take action?"
Asa sighed. He understood that his position, the look in his eyes, and the purpose of delaying the topic could not be concealed from a master like the Temple Knight. The other party's ease was only due to his incomparable self-confidence. He
Finally, he glanced at the motionless teleportation magic circle, turned his head and looked at Lancelot, took a deep breath, and said word by word:
"I'm sorry, I won't surrender."
At this time, a short but cruel battle on the wild highlands thousands of miles away from the Tulareone Forest was coming to an end.
A few days ago, without any warning and without a declaration of war, a team of 4,000 people attacked Eufu from the border of Erathia. This team was not a regular army of Erathia, and almost all of them were members of the Erathia church.
The army was armed. Although it was a miscellaneous army, its members and combat effectiveness were no less than those of regular troops. There were a lot of magicians and priests inside, and there were even ten griffons serving as scouts and dealing with the flying dragons.
This group of people wandered around Oufu, ignoring Oufu's ultimatum, and pretended to be ready to attack at any time. However, once the orc army made any movement, they immediately retreated.
But they couldn't retreat in time for today's raid, or they didn't notice it, because there were very few people who launched the raid, and their actions were very covert. There were only a dozen orcs and two humans...