Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

In fact, everything is not as bad as Et Gaya imagined. First of all, he has the experience of torturing a devil after all. The real devil is not the devil that everyone verbally uses as an adjective, so even if he really faces a nest of blue dragons When he was a cub, nothing like the imagined tragedy happened.

In all fairness, those blue dragon cubs are much easier to deal with than the devil, at most they just drag Et Gaya to play drum pass all night.

Etjaya was only in charge of beating the drums, and the mage, Rouse, became the "ball" that was passed with great honor.

Staying up all night is nothing to a knight with a hard background. After he taught the blue dragon cub to play the drum pass, the blue dragon cub's respect for him has reached a terrifying level, so he Sitting on the soft cushions contributed by the blue dragons, he beat a leather drum relaxedly and comfortably. Even if it was really perfunctory, the blue dragon cub was still as happy as a flower.

God knows it's just a game that human children often play. Maybe it's not easy for blue dragons to find the right ball?

He didn't have to worry about Yalan, because Ms. Triss' so-called staying together for one night was really a very pure relationship.Ms. Triss lives in the underground palace of the Sleeping Dragon Temple, which has a very large luxurious bed, and then she let Yalan sleep on it, and she herself lay on the side in her original form, without blinking her eyes, admiring the whole night The light on the elf.

——Etgaya expressed his admiration for Yalan falling asleep like this.

…Etgaya now believes with great certainty that if Yalan hadn’t held the noble status of the high priest of the temple, he would have run around the world at will, and would have been snatched back to his lair by a giant dragon, and even caused many dragons to fight for him. Infighting for the "shiny treasure"... A priest who can emit light, even this priest is a holy tree elf born with a light source, which is much more sought-after than the princess. If the princess takes off those jewels, it will be a little None!

Thank goodness, praise the gods of day and light, it is so rare for a holy tree elf to be a priest of light.

For the first time, Etjaya was proud of his background as a dark knight, and there was nothing about them that attracted dragons.Except for Chiyu, the alien, there will be no more dragons interested in him.

"Don't worry." Ms. Triss looked at the elves for a night, and comforted Et Gaya the next day, "Red dragons are notoriously enthusiastic and notoriously stagnant. They will soon" Changing your mind, especially...you're not shiny enough."

Et Gaya is not a narcissistic person, but it is the first time that he is extremely satisfied with his appearance, especially this long hair that is blacker than ink, which is perfect.

"How long can they last?" Et Gaya asked, thinking that if it was impossible, he would never come to the Holy Dragon Empire again.

Triss thought for a while, and replied: "Probably, at most seven or eighty years."

Et Gaya: "..."

Very well, he swore that he would never come to the holy dragon again in his life. He didn't believe that the empire would allow the little red dragon prince to chase him to the extreme northern snowfield.

According to her agreement with Yalan, Ms. Triss rescued the druids hanging from the trees in the maple forest. The annihilation spell made Ms. Dragon feel uncomfortable. Long Ting quickly responded to this matter, So Yalan and Et Gaya can safely leave the burden to the Holy Dragon Empire.

The only thing that caused the two of them a little worry was that Chris fell into the hands of Sankos in the valley. The druid leader returned to normal. The expression on his face made Et Gaya immediately have a bad association, and for the first time he felt great sympathy for Chris.

It is worth mentioning that after Chris's teacher put on the clothes, he really couldn't recognize the same old man.

Saying goodbye to the druids, Etjaye said nothing, took a horse that he got at some time, threw the elf onto it first, then sat on it by himself, raised his whip, the horse's instantaneous acceleration was almost as fast as Go for the horse racing championship.

——The elf who didn't have time to open the magic shield was thrown into Etjaya's arms by the strong wind.

Praise the God of Light!Etgaya stretched out his arms logically, hugged the elf tightly, and laughed wantonly and silently in a place where Yalan would never see. It is a little flower left in the world by the old man of God!

Shhh, don't let Yalan know about this idea. The knight just forgot that the body of the spellcaster is probably weaker. The knight just simply didn't figure out how long it would take to set up a magic shield. A magic shield, the knight really did not intend to do this, he is a knight, a knight with well-developed limbs and a simple mind...

In order to prevent being stuck again by a terrible dragon-shaped plaster, of course, it is reasonable to run first, and hug the priest by the way to comfort his hurt fragile heart.

This is the tradition of Shadowmoon Temple, that is, no matter how dangerous the situation is, you must learn to please yourself, and always find a way to make your life more comfortable, otherwise, every day is just hard bread and yak milk frozen into popsicles. It was enough to make them feel world-weary, and over time, the Shadow Moons learned all the ways to have fun while suffering.

At the same time, the wilderness on the outskirts of Xialan City not far from here - this small city is located in a passway, can contact the three major human empires and the realm of the elves, so the caravans come and go all the year round, but the incompetence of law and order and the ownership of sovereignty The chaos also made highway robbery a common practice.

The temple team escorting the necromancer, including Elf Fallen Star and two mercenaries who volunteered to participate, were dressed as merchants and were walking along the official road. Strange.

The team consisted of seven people, a coachman, four stout bodyguards who were obviously not strong enough, and a slovenly manservant, driving a carriage very in the style of a local wealthy upstart. The red and green velvet curtains, the jingling crystal wind chimes, and the door of the carriage are actually inlaid with low-quality gemstones, regardless of the color matching. There are as many inlays as there are. A paladin glanced at it and was surprised to find that he had dense gemstones. phobia.

Judging from the voices, there were two people in the carriage, a man and a woman, both relatively young. The man seemed to keep telling the girl some jokes that were not worthy of the stage, and the girl made a voice of unknown meaning, which sounded like is forced.

Yet the clergy of the temple felt threatened for no reason by the strange procession.

Depressed and gloomy, even though the carriage was obviously joking, the paladins quietly held their sabers. The priest disguised as the caravan boss had already prepared auxiliary spells, and had considered the situation in the carriage. The girl could be a hostage.Rescue is needed.

At the same time they carefully guarded the cargo - a stack of large cargo boxes, dusty, pulled by a cart, but the horse pulling the cart was actually a disguised, very rare creature of light - a unicorn, a necromancer Hidden in one of the cargo boxes in the middle.

They even dispatched a chief priest in the central hall of the temple, which is enough to see that they are vigilant.

"Hey———"

They were engrossed in the adjacent caravan, but suddenly heard a loud shout with a strong rustic flavor in front of them, almost all of them jumped up out of shape in fright.

God of light, which blind robber actually stopped a group of heavily armed paladins?

Then the paladins found themselves sentimental, and they mainly stopped the team next door, the flamboyant country landowner style team.

"Money, and women, bring them all!" The gangsters showed their knives, guns and sticks. That strange team was very professional. The first time they found out that they were robbed, the four bodyguards ran away crying and howling. He was half a beat slower, but he also galloped away, leaving the carriage where the masters were sitting alone.

Robber: "..."

The door of the carriage opened under the eyes of everyone, there was a moment of silence, and a copper coin was thrown out.

Robber: "?"

A man's voice came from inside: "Aren't you asking for money?"

The robbers immediately exploded. With such an obvious insult, the bearded man at the head slammed on the shaft of the carriage with a knife, and shouted: "Get out of here immediately, how dare you tease your grandfather like this!"

The man in the carriage seemed to be very distressed: "The people inside? No, no, no, how can there be a mage rolling all over the ground? That's not okay. The teacher will kill me. You can roll, but they shouted The people inside rolled down, but they didn't let you roll down."

This sentence was very clear. The robbers were confused, and the paladins collectively turned pale with fright. They immediately lifted their camouflage and turned to face the carriage. The long swords were unsheathed one after another. The holy fire of the chief priest Already aimed at the carriage, this sudden posture scared the weapons in the hands of the robbers and dropped them to the ground.

He said again in the carriage: "Wow, the Temple of Light has finally abandoned its hypocrisy and is going to start a full-scale war with us!"

...Wait, the swords in the hands of the paladins sank, and they threw away their hypocrisy and started a full-scale war. The one who would use such inappropriate words to describe the temple is probably... The paladins collectively sighed.

The chief priest had to ask: "Dare to ask, is it Shadow Moon's reinforcements?"

A humanoid thing stepped out of the open car door—it had to be described like that, really, because she wasn't human.

The girl who came down first, the paladins' imagining of a civilian girl who was robbed by local tyrants, she had blue skin and empty eye sockets burning with purple flames, if she hadn't been wearing a white sarong with an overly pure temperament, Her image will be very consistent with the death banshee described in the encyclopedia of undead creatures.

The banshee looked at the other person in the carriage with resentment, and complained: "We are all regarded as land rich, master, have you completely given up saving your aesthetics?"

"Aesthetics?" In the car, the banshee's owner said dissatisfiedly, "You are dead, why can't you let go of your ridiculous stereotypes? No one stipulates that dark-type mages must love black."

This seems to be very reasonable. Since when has darkness been superficially equated with the color black?

The mage himself walked out of the car quickly, but the paladins fell silent collectively.

...As a qualified priest of the dark department, please go back and cultivate your love for black. The expressions on the faces of the paladins are more determined than one. They competed to see who had the stronger endurance, but they were defeated one after another.

——It was the first time I saw Shadowmoon Priest wearing a pure golden robe.