Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

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The highlanders are actually...some kind of fighting nation... In the continent of Diana, when it comes to humans, they are just ordinary humans, and some ethnic minorities have special names, but in the eyes of the elves, they are all called humans, and no matter what In which country, the elves don't know why you are all human beings and you still fight, and the humans don't understand why you are all different elves, but you hold hands and love each other every day, especially the dark elves.

...The change of seasons is really tragic, and it is the period of high incidence of cold, rhinitis, pharyngitis and all kinds of messes, and I am not left behind. Everyone, pay attention to the weather changes!Sad, why not practice undead spells (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The two people at this table are quite eye-catching. From the beginning of drinking each other, one of them is obviously drunk, his eyes are blurred, and he seems to be telling the other person about his tragic past. Crying little appearance——

If it was against Et Gaya's own face, it would be fine, just drunk and talking nonsense, but now he is in an illusion, and the image that outsiders see belongs to Priest Siyue.The Shadowmoon Temple in the Northland is too far away, and many people can't point out the specific location of Shadowmoon with a map, let alone recognize the face that everyone in the Northland admires.

So with such a good opportunity, a burly drinker enjoyed the grand scene of beauties drinking for a long time, drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, brought two glasses of juice, and finally came over.

The one in the white dress on the table always had a soft smile and an unbelievably beautiful face. All the beauties selected in the city were thrown into the unknown gutter.But the other person is actually more worthy of attention - that person is wearing a black, velvet robe wrapped in an overly thin body, with long snow-white hair hanging down, and his skin color is hardly darker than the color of the hair. In the beauty's hand, the outstretched wrist bones were almost so fragile that they were transparent.

——This is a weak and sick beauty!

The big man jumped excitedly, babbled, squeezed over, and sat down beside Etgaya.In his eyes, he could hold this slender beauty's waist with one hand, but in Yalan's eyes, this strong man only reached the height of Etjaye's eyebrows when he sat down.

The picture is very weird.

So Yalan had the urge to bury her face back into the crook of her arms again, but she endured it after thinking about it.

"Little beauties~~~~It's not good to drink too much alcohol, brother here has drinks~~~~~"

Pfft...Yalan finally couldn't help but cover her face... The world is so big, and any kind of obscene pervert will definitely not disappear, that is, in the main hall, a prince with a dignified front and an upright face in the royal family of a certain country sexually harassed men behind his back every day. This kind of thing is not shocking, but Yalan never imagined that one day, there would be someone who fits the meaning of the word "obscene" to tease him.

The high priest of the temple, normal people can only sigh the brilliance of God when they see him, whoever sees him and dares to show the slightest indecency will be considered to have defiled the gods, and then he will be forked out by the Templar Knights and thrown into the court for a look Is not heresy.

The drunk man was laughing, and stretched out his hand to grab Et Gaya's shoulder. The people around him were extremely quiet. Obviously, this wasn't a casual conversation, but a well-known bully in this area, a male bully. This is obviously not the first time that this kind of thing happened to the woman. The regular customers are used to it, they don't even look up, and there are a few aggrieved people who want to grab the weapons at hand, but the owner of the tavern and the waiters almost kneel beside them in despair, Beg them not to cause trouble.

The drunk bully heard the movement around him and grinned, flexing his bulging muscles all around.

Yalan couldn't help but said: "Sir, I think, you haven't heard of spell casters, have you?" Not only spell casters, but probably they haven't seen something called grudge.

In a small border town, Etgaya told Yalan firmly as soon as he entered the city that the simple townspeople here must have never seen a real mage. , obviously didn't realize that there is a kind of person who looks weak, but can destroy the world with a single hand——

In desperation, Yalan cast an illusion on Et Gaya. In the illusion, the Priest Siyue wore his favorite magic robe. In terms of cost, it was definitely not inferior to the sword-wielding priest's battle robe, and it was a standard The mage's robe, the identity of the caster can be seen at a glance.

Yalan looked at Et Gaya, and suddenly rejoiced that it wasn't a real high priest sitting here, otherwise there would probably never be a city of Xialan from now on.

Not everyone among the drinkers could stand on the sidelines. A young soldier in plain armor couldn't help but shouted, "Sangtu, stop!"

The bully Santu was about to touch Et Gaya's face when he was stabbed horizontally and threw the cup viciously. Standing up, he walked in front of the warrior with his muscular body, almost like a mountain.

"Haha! Isn't this Gleason? Just because of you, you still want to enlist as a Templar, hahahaha, how about you, dare to meddle in your father's affairs, and you don't look at yourself! The beating you received last month alright?"

After he finished speaking, he laughed like thunder, and the surroundings were as quiet as dead. The warrior named Gleason was not too old, and his clothes and weapons were very shabby. Kind of, there's a bruise on his face that hasn't faded.

Sangtu grabbed the young man with one hand and lifted him into the air, so that the young man's face was almost at the same level as his. Sangtu opened his mouth, and the smell of alcohol from his mouth covered the young man's face. Said proudly: "Last month, I was making out with that girl who sells flowers, and you came out to do something bad. No matter where you go, you are a shit-stirring stick?"

Gleason was so pinched that he couldn't speak a word. Santu threw him to the ground and raised his huge fist.

The tables and chairs were overturned, the wine glasses and food fell to the ground together with Gleason. Many drinkers ran away while taking advantage of the chaos. A few watched the excitement, and some seemed to want to help. The pulsating thick muscles made them hesitate again, making their faces full of constipation.

The brawny man swung his fist violently at the young little soldier, while cursing dirtyly, purely unilateral bullying, the little soldier who was beaten had no strength at all, and many spectators felt a little unbearable, the tavern The boss was almost on his knees crying, begging Santu not to cause trouble in the tavern anymore.

"Hahahaha, I've decided to play with that little beauty today. As for you, if you kneel down and beg for mercy, if you see me in the future and kiss the soles of my shoes, I will spare your life!"

Gleason was beaten with blood all over his face, lying on the ground, but he winked at Yalan, telling him to run.

His small actions did not escape the bully's eyes, so Santu fought even harder: "Look, the little beauty is so sensible, she doesn't want to run away at all, you meddle in your own business here, the little beauty is still waiting for me to love her !"

He raised his fist again and hit Gleason hard on the head, but with a bang, Santu groaned and took two steps back, roaring angrily, but raised his head and was dumbfounded.

A transparent golden barrier wrapped Gleason's body, like a luminous shield. The thing shone with warmth and fluorescence, but just now his fist hit this thing, almost shattering the bones. The light shield is not like it at all. The appearance is so beautiful and harmless.

Everyone was silent, even the crying hotel owner forgot to continue, and squatted on the ground dumbfounded with snot and tears.

People are no strangers to the second holy light, it is the light of the healing technique, but this light is far brighter than that cast by the chief priest of Xialan City, and no one heard the chanting, it fell on Gleason, and in the blink of an eye those The cuts and bruises are much lighter.

Yalan was still sitting at the table, and now all eyes were on him, and he smiled gracefully at Santu: "You're right, why should I run?"

Santu swallowed with a grunt, his eyes wandering, Yalan didn't want to run, but now he wants to run, he is not aware of the terrifying fighting power that the sword-wielding priest can achieve, but he is not stupid, anyone with a discerning eye can see How powerful is that healing technique, much stronger than the chief priests they are familiar with in the city, which means that the person in front of him who he wanted to molested just now is actually a priest, with a higher status than the chief priests of Xialan City.

——Admit it, run!No one can offend the Temple of Light.

However, the door was right in front of him, and another light shield was in front of him. Santu didn't want to try to see if he could rush out, because the thing just now was harder than a rock, and it would bounce back.He took a hesitant step back.

Yalan said peacefully: "Shouldn't you apologize to the innocent people you oppressed?"

Santu turned around and glanced at Gleason who hadn't stood up from the ground. Even after receiving a healing technique, the mess and blood on his body could not be erased. Seeing the guy's distress, he snorted It was very disdainful, but considering that there was an unknown priest of light behind him, he decided to be perfunctory for the time being, at most he would continue to teach him tomorrow, and the priests on the left and right were definitely not from the local area.

However, before he could say anything, he heard the gentle voice behind him laughing and said: "I didn't expect you to really apologize. Obviously judging from your current performance, the benevolent words of the God of Light are no longer enough to persuade you to change your mind." , we may have to change to another god.”

what?

He turned his head in doubt, only to hear a loud exclamation from the audience, and the next second he had already flew out and hit the wooden ceiling with his head. When he came out, all that flew in front of his eyes were gold.

——In the crowd of onlookers, the extremely thin man walked over and punched the big, strong man who was two heads taller than him flying.

The bicep on the arm of the one who was beaten was bigger than the head of the assailant! ! !

Etgaya walked over slowly, stretched out his hand very casually, and pulled back the strong man inserted into the ceiling. There was a loud plop, and the whole tavern trembled.

He turned his head and spread his hands to Yalan: "Why is it rare for me to indulge once, and just meet such an annoying guy, can't you let me meet a few more elegant and decent gentlemen and ladies?"

Yalan smiled: "You mean a social banquet for nobles, not a tavern where dragons and snakes mix together."

"Mixed dragons and snakes? Where is the dragon?" Atgaya asked lazily.

He kicked Santu's leg, and everyone around the audience heard a clear click.

Then Santu's screams were comparable to the death banshee, and the onlookers clapped and applauded collectively after recalling it.

With the incomparably enthusiastic cheers from the audience, Etegaillero touched the hilt of the sword on his waist irritably, and asked Yalan, "Can't we just kill it?"

"No, even the most heinous crimes deserve a fair trial, not private execution."

Etjaye tilted his head regretfully, and continued to give the bully two kicks, which made the bully roll his eyes and vomit blood. While kicking, he turned his head and said, "There are so many rules in the temple, and I have to say, if the highlanders When this kind of thing happens in the country, killing him is the most comfortable thing, if it falls into the hands of our Shadow Moon..."

The northern people are mainly highlanders. These peoples living in the harsh snow-capped mountains live together in a tribal way and belong to the Kingdom of Carena. The belief in Shadowmoon is the mainstream there, and neither the highlanders nor the Shadowmoon Temple There is no tolerance at all.Although the highlanders are generally ridiculed by various big countries as backward or even uncivilized barbarians, at least in the tribes that Etgaya is familiar with, there will never be bullying and bullying, and no one dares to do anything but just watch.

So Et Gaya stepped on his feet even harder, and asked, "Then what if I accidentally beat him to death?"

The brilliant healing light fell on Santu, and at the same time, Yalan gently reminded Et Gaya: "It's okay, I'm here, no one can die."

In Santu's horrified eyes, the thin white-haired man moved his wrist with a sinister smile, and the wrist bone still looked so slender, weak and almost transparent.