Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

Yalan was the first to notice that the attack on the fortress was interrupted. Although the whole fortress was still in chaos, the lights of the four mage towers were slowly extinguished, and several fireballs were ejected unwillingly, turning into a black smoke in midair.

At the same time, the teleportation spell used by the demons was also terminated. The previous demon flung himself out in a mighty manner. When he turned his head, he found that the mighty army behind him was gone, and the spell that could allow him to go back to the abyss was also struggling. The light flashed twice and turned into a cloud of air.

Across the mess, Yalan rushed back to the gate of the fortress and saw Kevin guarding the cage from a distance. The holy white knights are now building a human wall, trying to push those delirious plague-infected people back to the isolation space , but they still maintained a high level of tension, because the spread of the plague had not stopped. In the wave of chaos just now, there were more than a dozen new infected people.

Kevin watched as Yalan was blocked from the crowd, and the Priest of Light didn't even blink, and a teleportation flashed in directly - teleportation is a short-distance teleportation spell, and you don't need to locate runes within the visual range to directly move Displacement, but for most spellcasters, the instantaneous movement of the visual distance is not as good as directly moving the legs.

Before he had time to marvel at Yalan's skillful silent spellcasting, he was grabbed by Yalan and asked, "Where's Et Gaya? Has he returned?"

The priest was taken aback by the question, and replied: "I don't know, when did he leave?"

"Haven't you noticed that the critical situation in the fortress has been eased?" Yalan asked back.

Kevin looked at the Infected and the Holy White Knight wrestling together, at a loss: "Where is the relief?"

Yalan looked at the priest's eyes suddenly became deep and sharp. After a while, Yalan shook his head and went to check the cage where the followers of Annihilation were locked.

Kevin stood there, looking around—he finally pulled his gaze away from the Holy White Knight under the reminder of Yalan. After a long while, he suddenly realized that the chaos in the fortress was returning to order—the monarch was Now, as a spellcaster, why did his view of the big picture that he was so proud of run away from home?His logic and judgment also eloped collectively?

"Wait, Your Excellency the High Priest, you just said that it was Et Gaya who solved the crisis in the city?" Kevin felt that he had missed a century without knowing when!

Yalan turned her eyes from the runes on the cage back to Kevin, and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of her heart: "Otherwise, could it be you?"

Kevin had a serious, cold, arrogant, evil and charming face...but it didn't stay tight, and it turned red little by little.

"Look at her." Yalan ordered suddenly, and then teleported again, disappearing to nowhere.

— Etjaya was badly wounded.

His heart twisted wildly in his chest, jumping up and down like a frightened goblin. He clutched his heart, despising his overly timid heart—it was stabbed with a sword just now, are you afraid of the heart?The blood flow accelerated, causing the blood vessels to protrude from the surface of the skin, and the light blue blood vessels climbed from the heart to the cheeks. Etjaye knew the side effects of this spell clearly, and he firmly believed that his image now was definitely a bad knight who practiced magic. .

But considering that the spell saved his life, is this side effect a big deal?

Et Gaya leans on his own sword, this pure black long sword that has been with him for many years has worked hard without complaint, it can help him cut open the enemy's chest, and it can also serve as a crutch when he is seriously injured, a silent partner to accompany him through time after time A crisis.His right wrist was twisted, the wrist bone was broken, and the skin was bruised purple, but fortunately, his left hand was intact.

There is basically no difference between his left and right hands. His left hand is as powerful as a sword, but because most people are right-handed, he decided to follow the crowd.

The bone was completely broken into two pieces, and Etjaye felt that they might all be broken. Pain is something that can make people weak, so he wants to cry very much now.

——It’s not because of the pain that you cry. It’s a normal physiological reaction to cry when it hurts too much, so it doesn’t matter whether you are afraid of pain or not strong or not!Etjaye recalled it carefully. He felt that he had never had anything to do with being "strong", but everyone had a stereotype, thinking that knights must have broken limbs and feet, and could still drink and sing and laugh at the vicissitudes of life.

nonsense!Pure obscenity of ignorance!

The essence of knighthood has nothing to do with any of this!

This is an ancient profession. It was originally a god-given title, which was a reward from the temple of God to followers. It symbolized God's approval and protection. Later, the kingdom of mankind began to rise. Followers were named knights, and later some nobles could raise their own knights, so now in addition to priestly knights, there are also folk knights such as royal knights.

Perhaps the various versions of the knight's creed they recited may have some differences in individual words, but one thing remains the same—a knight must have an object of allegiance.

Clerical knights are loyal to the gods, and royal knights are naturally loyal to the royal family. Even those private knights who are not very authentic and can be hired with money, he still has someone who pays him.

As for a priestly knight expelled from the temple, is he still a knight?

Even, why does he still exist?

From a very young age, Et Gaya vaguely knew that he did not conform to the code of conduct of the Dark Knight - he longed to be recognized, wanted to be needed, and he worked hard to do every homework left by the great priest, no matter how unreasonable the homework was , he can complete all the assigned tasks excellently, even if he takes half of his life—for another temple, maybe he is a positive and positive model, but here is Shadow Moon, the watcher of the long night, a Shadow Moon Cultist can never pray for sunshine, Because they are the messengers of the night, they can never ask for honor and respect. Although they are worthy of these, in many cases, being worthy does not mean that they can.

To fight like a heroic knight, to protect others, even to defend the world, and then to hide from people like a street mouse...

Looking at it this way, is it too much to want to cry?

not at all!Even if the Lord of Darkness were to judge, he would not dare to say that the believers who wanted to cry were not strong enough!How sad, crying is a normal way to vent emotions!

He wouldn't say that even the great priest Siyue would cry!

When he was 14 years old, this spell was applied to him for the first time. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn’t even cry out. Hugged into his arms from the icy ground, he dared to swear to the Dark Lord - at that time, a few drops of salty liquid fell on his face.

"Et Gaya?!?"

Oops!

Your Majesty!

Etjaye quickly broke free from the memory, and almost entered the battle state directly. He tried to sit upright, but Yalan's teleportation speed even surprised Kevin. How could he keep up with a dark knight? Appeared beside him, and then, he felt a pair of warm hands gently brushing the corners of his eyes.

"I'm here...I found you."

It was only then that Atgaya realized that he was leaning against a tree. He thought he was still heading towards the camp... If Atgaya was more conscious, he would find that he was actually walking in the opposite direction.

Ah, even if you are not awake, you know that you will never have the face to meet the Dark Lord.

The self-defeating Et Gaya simply hid his face in Yalan's drooping blond hair, and decided to suffocate himself to death with his favorite color now.

The warm feeling makes people feel so happy that they want to sleep, but it’s common sense that seriously injured people can’t get up when they sleep casually. Etgaya vaguely heard Yalan calling him, he agreed vaguely, and closed his eyes again , such a familiar soft touch made him feel inexplicably familiar——

"Ahhh!"

This time Etjaye screamed very freely - Yalan straightened his broken wrist without warning, and the broken bones made a crackling sound in protest, but Yalan was very "cruel", and he even I pinched the wound twice.

Seeing Et Gaya open his eyes, Yalan finally heaved a sigh of relief. He held Et Gaya's severed hand, and carefully placed that hand on his leg. Et Gaya leaned against him and inhaled rapidly. , Yalan gently stroked his back until the clear color was reflected in those blue eyes again.

"Yalan." Et Gaya closed his eyes to prevent the sweat on his forehead from fading his eyes, "That really hurts."

Yalan laughed in a low voice, he held his fingers on the wound, and then, a faint green light shone in his palm, the light was filled with vitality and vigor, and passed along Yalan's fingers, the pain was spreading rapidly The reduction, the congestion is absorbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the redness subsides——

Etjaya is a knight who uses the power of darkness, and the most commonly used healing spell in the world has no chance with him—if a large amount of holy light enters the body of a dark clergyman, it is simply a one-way trip to the border of darkness—Yalan uses The natural spell of the elves.

The scars disappeared soon, leaving only a slight soreness and pain, which is not as good as the feeling of practicing too much sword.

The "seriously wounded" Etgaya leaned on Yalan's shoulder, and had a wonderful experience of being illuminated by light. He didn't feel at all how uncomfortable it was for a powerful knight with his legs hugged and leaning on a priest. Harmony, he even asked weakly: "Can I lean on for a while, I'm so tired..."

Yalan embraced his shoulders, still holding his newly healed wrist.

"Well, take a break, don't worry, nothing will happen."

——Of course he couldn't see the sly smile of the "seriously wounded man" hidden in his blond hair when a cat steals a small fish.

This time the knight was superior.