Chapter 142

The Shengjian tavern is quiet. The mercenaries who came to northern Xinjiang in the same period as big mouth Berman have a little bit of sorrow in their eyes. But soon, they are amused by the experience of Berman.

Bad words are said in front of others, and if there is no accident, buriman's humiliation will never be recovered in his whole life. The gap between the two people is even greater than the gap between heaven and earth.

Buriman didn't insult himself by dropping a few cruel words. Instead, like a dead dog, he staggered out of the sabre saloon in the crowd's laughter, leaving a pool of blood stains on the ground, which fully proved Dalian's strength now.

"Mr. Darion, Mr. Renault has been in the limelight recently. Are you..."

The owner of the tavern, a veteran from the Holy Light monastery, whispered in a submissive voice behind Dalian. With a good heart, we can see that this guy is not a wallflower.

This sentence won him a gold medal. With a cold face, Dalian put the "forest gold coin" printed with the head picture of Queen Isala of the ancient spirit empire into the hands of the boss. When they left Kalimdor, the elves gave them a sum of "military expenditure", including several large boxes of this kind of gold coin.

The cadores used barter, and this kind of gold coin had no value in their eyes. Of course, Tyrande knew that human beings liked these things, so she was willing to send Dick away as soon as possible.

This thing itself can be regarded as a ten thousand year old antique. If the tavern owner knows enough to take it to the explorers' Association of Ironforge, it will be enough to get a reward for his ten years of freedom.

"Get out of here, uncle jurmo. Take a boat from Nanhai town to selamo. You know more about my brother's character than I do. Don't worry. He can't move me now!"

"Alas..."

The tavern owner, with a lame leg, sighed and said nothing more, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Dalian's eyes swept the whole tavern, and no one dared to look at him. These mercenaries have the most eyes. They know who can and can't be provoked. The knight in front of them belongs to the kind of person they can't afford.

A few stansom regiments... Oh, no, the paladins of silver dawn walked out of the paladin. Before 500 meters, they were surrounded by a group of servants in black clothes and armor pouring out of the alley.

"My dear brother..."

Renault Mograine, who had been badly mauled by Dick at the northern Xinjiang conference, came in from the road where the crowd was separated, wearing the silver armour of a satyr and carrying a war hammer. The priest in a long dress, Whiteman, followed him. However, there was not much smile on the pastor's face.

Renault's handsome face is full of false smile, he looked at the indifferent Dalian, a year no see, his brother's momentum is really amazing.

Especially when Darien opened his eyes full of knife marks and looked at him, Renault felt like he was being watched by a wolf, which made his feet stop. But soon, Renault felt humiliated for his panic mentality, and his smile turned cold. He looked at Darien and said the second half of his words coldly.

"You shouldn't have come back! You, who were determined to go to Kalimdor with Dick, have been deprived of all the inheritance rights by your father. Why, are you coming back to beg for mercy now? "

Renault humiliates Dalian, who is driven out of the house by Alessandro. He reaches out and flicks the dust that doesn't exist on his sleeve,

"Of course, we are brothers after all. As long as you promise to break away from Dick's scum and be loyal to me, I think I can be kind..."

"Bang!"

Renault's body flew up. He felt as if he had been hit by a mammoth head-on. Dalian appeared in front of his eyes as if he had moved in an instant. With that punch, he broke his gorgeous armor on the spot and let his whole body fly three times in the air. Finally, he fell on the ground in a panic.

Dalian held the heavy hammer in his hand. The young man tilted his head and looked at his brother groaning on the ground. As soon as he threw it, the hammer was thrown to Renault.

Together came the voice of Dalian, cold as ice,

"Put away your kindness, Renault, and your title. I don't need that anymore!"

"Do it! Do it! Kill them

Renault's low and fierce voice made the servants in black armor and black hesitate for a moment, but then they drew out their weapons. When the Knights behind Dalian saw this scene, they took out the horn made of keel from their waist and put it on the corner of their mouth to blow it.

"Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo

At the moment when the horn sounded, the leader of the black armour army, who had also been on the battlefield, looked at Dalian who drew out his weapon with the eyes of a madman.

son of a gun! It's the charge! Are they crazy?

Two seconds later, their shadows twisted strangely.

"Who is it! Who is blowing the bugle in this holy land! Are they crazy? "

In the hope of Light Chapel in the middle of the town, the ashenvoys who had been interrupted from the important meeting clapped their hands on the table in anger. With the rise of the ashenvoys, the fire of justice went far to Kalimdor, and alexandro's power became stronger and stronger.

As everyone knows, after Uther, the only knight who can suppress Alessandro, died, the belief disputes within the order of the silver hand actually sprouted. The aggressive old Mograine had his own opponent, who planned to popularize the noble paladin class to the common people, the stansom battle group, and the weak one, But the influential fire of justice, Dick Tang.

However, in the east continent conference after Dalaran's destruction, Dick Tang, who had gradually gained the upper hand, suddenly announced that he would take stansom's regiment to Kalimdor to participate in the "devil's war". Everyone thought that he was crazy, but Dick was not only crazy, but also crazy with his regiment.

After leaving northern Xinjiang, the old Mograine had no rivals.

Gavenrad went to the south of the mainland to recruit new soldiers, Dassault guarded the Crusader fortress, and Tirion ferding, a controversial knight, was bent on recovering the lost ground. No one was going to check and balance Alessandro. In the past six months, he vowed to use all his means, The contradiction between the "hawks" who clean up all the dead and the "doves" who plan to come step by step is becoming more and more intense.

It's hard to live with the common paladins, because everyone knows that the great Knight of alexandro would like to send all the common paladins who are not noble to the battlefield. Of course, this is a little too much. Old Mograine just sticks to his own set of rules. In fact, in the current battle, unless old Mograine is crazy, Will refuse more and more civilian paladins to join in this "just" battle.

But don't expect that the current leader of the order of the silver hand will be good to the common paladins. After all, the three generations of old Mograine are all of noble origin, and the idea of maintaining the rule of the nobility has already been integrated into his bones.

Today, it is the grand meeting of the great Knight alexandro, the great Ashbringer, demanding to "control the legitimacy of the paladins". Old Mograine intends to separate the common paladins from the silver hands and specially set up another order for them to "facilitate management".

But at the crucial point of voting, the sound of the horn is so annoying.

"Farbanks, go and see what's going on out there?"

Old Mograine gave an order to the loyal adjutant, and the armored farbanks quietly walked out of the gate. Alessandro pondered for nearly half a minute, looked at the middle and senior commanders in front of him, and raised his hand,

"Then, gentlemen, let's vote. Those who agree to the establishment of the new order please raise their hands!"

"Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua

There was a wave of hand raising. General abidis, the silent great Knight of Dassault, tyrann Fordring, the great prosecutor Ethan lean, and the great mage FAO all raised their hands. Two thirds of the commanders also raised their left hands.

No one thinks that old Mograine should be offended on this trivial matter. After all, it just divides the common paladins into another order, which has little influence on the war situation. In fact, even the common Paladins in the order don't react very strongly to this matter.

In the final analysis, in this era, not everyone has a rebellious heart like Dick.

Old Mograine nodded with satisfaction,

"That's good. So far for the second Knight order. Next, let's talk about the proposal of forming a special group, the blood crusader. I will personally provide the Holy Light monastery as a training camp for the blood Crusader!"

The old general abidis nodded and said, "the hand of tyre is the best place for the bloody crusaders."

Even young Taran said, "my father has told me that if the Knights order needs it, fireplace Valley can also be used as a resting place for the bloody crusaders. After all, there are not many paladins specializing in disciplinary magic. For the increasingly serious situation, we really need a team that dares to fight like the former stansom regiment!"

Old Mograine didn't ask for a show of hands this time. In fact, there was no need to vote on this matter at all. But just as the old knight was about to finish the meeting, a warm voice came into the hope of Light Church.

"I'm sorry, but I'm against the formation of the Crusaders!"

The next moment, the door was pushed open, old Mograine's face Shua a a gloomy up, the expression of other participants is also a big change!

Because Alessandro's eldest son, Renault Mograine, a new "Knight star", was resisted on his shoulder by a tall figure. Three hundred valiant knights in black bearskin cloaks, weapons and armor stood outside the hall. Just the murderous air of opening the door made everyone present look at him.

However, unexpectedly, apart from the eligor high-level knight who took off his helmet, the leader was a slender high elf. From the point of view of dress, she should also be a paladin, but few people here have seen her. On the contrary, everyone knows the tall figure of Renault who is carrying life and death unknown.

Darien Mograine!

Half a year ago, he was the second son of old Mograine.

But this identity alone is not enough to surprise the paladins present. The main reason is that when Dalian raised his head, the terrible scar on his face, the scar across his left eye, made people can't help thinking about what kind of battle it was and what kind of powerful warrior it was to endure such pain.

"Father... I'm back!"

"Bang!"

With a wave of Dalian's hand, Renault, like a dead dog, was thrown into the hall. The shocking bloodstain extended a lot along the ground. The "Knight nova" rolled forward like a piece of wood and overturned several chairs.

But in this solemn and suffocating scene, no one dares to reach out to help this noble young man.

In the silence, the old knight stroked the table and stood up. Instead of paying attention to Darian, he put his eyes on lyadeline. People don't know, how can he not know that this female knight is Dick's follower!

Dick! The guy who will only make trouble for everyone even if he goes to Kalimdor!

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There should be no more mistakes this time. There should be another recommendation next week. After the next big recommendation, it will be on the shelves... At that time, we should rely on the support of our brothers~~~