Lord of Glory

At the same time, the clone Alfred immediately walked out of the room. Wearing casual clothes, he put on a black robe, secretly left the fortress, and headed straight for Qingshui Town. He wanted to confirm whether this stupid but obedient Abel was really dead. Ever since, when the clone used all his strength to reach Qingshui Town, what caught his eye were the collapsed stone houses and wooden fences. A circle of eager onlookers and armed robbers. In the circle, there was Abel, who had been stabbed with four spears, twelve arrows, more than twenty sword wounds, and blood everywhere!

Abel's huge figure was nailed to the stone wall. Blood with a fishy smell continued to flow from the wound. The surrounding robbers and thieves looked at this huge humanoid monster and couldn't help but let out endless exclamations. Although these armed robbers had the upper hand at the moment, they still surrounded Abelly nervously and did not dare to take a step forward. Human fears all come from the unknown. Fierce monsters abound in Biaberry. But these people will not be afraid. Because they know it is a monster. Know the habits and their origins. So there is no fear. But the Abel in front of him was not like a human, nor like a beast. Really like a monster. These people suddenly felt a sense of unknown, and fear was born.

Vaguely, the clone wearing a black robe could hear it. These robbers discussed privately: "Oh my God, what kind of monster is this? I have never seen it before!" "Actually, I just saw a guy fighting with this monster... Enos, there are actually people in the world who are brave. The one who fights this kind of monster without losing!" "What should we do now? Kill him together like this?" "Wait a minute, the boss said that he wants to see the monster with his own eyes. He wants us to guard him well." Guard? That's easy to say. When he yelled at me just now, he almost made me wet my pants with fear!" "You're useless trash, you can only show off your authority on women."

Listening to the conversations of these robbers, the clone roughly understood the ins and outs of the matter. Perhaps it was when Macedonia and Abel were fighting fiercely that the movement aroused the attention of the robbers. Abel, who was horrified to be besieged, was immediately plotted by these inferior humans. Thinking of this, the clone bowed slightly. Avoiding the light from the torches in these people's hands, he lifted up the black cloth from his collar and covered his face. Then he gently pulled out the cross sword from his waist.

"Swish, swish, swish!" There was not even a scream, but three bright silver sword lights were seen across the field. The robbers who were discussing enthusiastically a second ago immediately stopped without saying a word, and received several bloody wounds on their bodies. The blood spurted out like a fountain in a noble manor. Everyone fell to the ground silently one by one.

"Roar..." Hearing the sudden silence, Abelly, who had his head down and was breathless, reluctantly raised his head, but at a glance he saw a masked man holding a blood-stained sword and walking straight past the corpses scattered on the ground. Come over. Abel twitched his nose subconsciously and immediately felt the aura that only belonged to Paladin. Immediately let out pitiful and joyful cries. But the clone ignored it at all and stepped forward quickly to pull out the spears and bows that were deeply embedded in the bones.

But Abelly also endured the severe pain very cooperatively and did not moan in pain. Throwing away the blood-stained spear, the clone put the cross sword back into its scabbard and raised his hands flat towards Abel. Gentle golden light suddenly emerged from his hands, projecting onto Abelly's embarrassing wound. As expected, the huge and dense wounds on Abelly's body healed miraculously and quickly under the influence of the healing technique. In just a few breaths, apart from the blood that was still covered in blood, there was no wound left, and even the scratches were no longer visible.

"Hide, don't let anyone see you." The clone ordered in a cold tone. However, Abelius also obeyed the order very much. It was not the fault of Paladin who almost killed him. He immediately whined, jumped on his hands and feet and disappeared into the dense forest nearby, and no trace could be seen again.

The next day.

The early morning breeze blew across the empty plain. It makes the shrubs on the ground sway from side to side. With the fortress behind them, Paladin, the archbishop and other priests stood there with sad expressions, watching several servants carefully place the coffin with the cross seal into the dug pit. When the coffin fell to the bottom of the pit, the Archbishop held the Kasili Bible in his hands and slowly recited the eulogy in a low voice: "May the great Heavenly Father Enos take care of your soul and lead you out of the lost world. Darkness, sent to the supreme heaven. May your passing become the salvation of light and hope. Justice and kindness will become your shield and sword, accompanying you to unfold the darkness that is coming..."

At this time, the respective priests took out white flowers and threw the flowers onto the coffin with sadness. The two servants also picked up shovels and began to shovel soil into the pit, adding a color of the deceased to the dark coffin. Finally, when the coffin no longer existed, the soil took over the hole again. With Salil's deep amen. All the priests bowed their heads, crossed themselves on their chests and chanted softly in unison: "Amen."

Paladin stood by the grave and looked at the pushed up soil and the cross sword stuck on the grave. There was no sadness in his eyes, but a hint of joy. Yes, this dead person is Macedonia. Paladin's murder of Macedon was covered up with the testimony of two guardsmen. And although it gives Macedonia's ** damage treatment. However, a drop of deadly rain venom caused Saril, who had never been exposed to dark alchemy, to make a mistake in judgment. Let the murderer go free.

When the priests gradually dispersed, Saril put away the Bible and shook his white beard. Those turbid and old eyes were as sharp as an eagle, looking straight at the silent and sad Paladin beside him. After a while, Salil spoke first: "It is said that he died at the hands of a monster?" Paladin nodded slightly and replied very seriously: "It is said that he appeared in Qingshui Town that night, but was harassed all the time. A monster in Qingshui Town targeted him. After a desperate struggle, he came back by chance, but died on the hospital bed due to serious injuries." "Did he say anything before he died?" "No, he was seriously injured and was unconscious. , I can’t even speak clearly.”

There was silence for a while, and neither of them spoke anymore. After knowing for a long time, Salil sighed, looked at the grave without looking back and waved his hands: "Go back, the war will start soon. Go back and organize everyone to arrange work." Paladin responded with a yes. He also gave Salil a few words of comfort. Seeing that Salil had no intention of paying any attention to him, he simply turned around and left with a sad look. However, Paladin didn't pay attention. Salil turned his head slightly and stared at Paladin's back, showing a very thoughtful look.

On his way back, Paladin saw many civilians and businessmen, carrying large and small bags, carriages and boxes. Forming a huge team, they swarmed out from the gate of the fortress and dispersed in all directions. Paladin knew very well, because this morning someone announced that the coalition forces of the Kingdom of Malta and the Kingdom of Aixinzhe had been discovered more than a hundred miles away. They were covering the horizon and rushing towards the fortress in a mighty manner.

I don’t know how such important information could be leaked. No matter how the Marquis of Camon and the Grand Duke explained it, these people who were determined to believe that war was coming believed that it was a cover-up. Without hesitation, he took his family and wealth and escaped from the fortress where he had lived for many years. But now that the matter has come to an end, the Grand Duke has broken his jar. A large number of troops all returned to defend the fortress. The trebuchets and ballistae were also pushed up the city wall again. The stones were sent into the fortress in a long procession along with the carriages.

Paladin looked up at the desolate tents and fortresses where only the army was left in the city. And the crows and vultures hovering over the fortress from time to time. The smell of gunpowder smoke assaulted my nostrils. Paladin had a look of anticipation on his face, looked at the busy fortress and murmured: "War is coming."

PS: I don’t want to describe so much nonsense, let’s just fight! It took me nearly 150 chapters to get to this point. If I advance at this pace, wouldn't it take me thousands of pages to finish? So decisively concentrating is the essence. I won’t write about some minor things and episodes. Direct focus. . . Uh-huh!