Chapter 425

The night curled up and hugged the sand blown yellow sand plain.

Armed with sharp armor, the golden Legion belonging to the temple of wealth set foot on the iron fortress again, and the momentum of killing dispersed the bright moonlight, moving forward towards Valoran like a torrent of steel.

The divine radiance appeared over the Legion array, and the hidden sweet hymn sounded quietly, praising the great goddess of wealth. Countless golden spots appeared in the gray clouds, breaking away from a corner of the painted night curtain.

"Under Amber's crown, are we sure we want to lead Valoran?"

Behind the silent legion, a golden gorgeous carriage was lightly pulled by four white heavenly horses. Bishop ISDA silently followed one side. It seemed that he was in doubt. He turned to the silver carriage and asked softly.

The sudden military action in the deep sleep, without warning, was ordered directly by anbomian. The Legion of the temple of wealth stationed in the Grand Duchy of tempefasha immediately attacked and marched into the area of Valoran's territory.

"It's not a shot, it's a complete occupation of the prosperous territory." in the carriage filled with elk incense, amber sat alone, and the golden staff placed in front of his knees wrapped around some afterglow, reflecting his wrinkled old face.

"This is a perfect opportunity!"

There was a strange emotion in his deep eyes, which was also his way to go further. The end of his life was already visible, and the prayer in the kingdom of God was his destination.

When amber believed in the goddess of wealth, he was doomed to obtain eternal life at the cost of losing freedom. Only the long life on earth changed a pure heart of faith. What he wanted was the eternal life of freedom.

"Otherwise, I would not rashly choose this time to attack the Valoran collar, which shows its strength." Amber whispered softly, and his light mental power spread like a transparent ripple to the moving Temple Legion.

The exposed strength of Valoran's leadership makes the temple Corps dispatched this time not only the church army under his command, but also the trial Knights dispatched by the temple Correctional Center, as well as the Temple priests under the command of the Pope.

As if aware of the inner struggle and doubt of ISDA, amber said aloud: "the noble Lord of Valoran knows nothing about life and death, which provoked the rumored hatred of the God of plague and some demon Lords. Those evil guys set traps at the gate of sorrow, trapped most of the top forces in Valoran... And even prepared to destroy and devour those forces."

According to the Oracle sent by the goddess of wealth, the God of pestilence and those devil lords spy on the Valoran leader and have officially fought. Many forces are watching the ice fortress.

Those who have no faith cannot be favored by the gods.

Therefore, they have no obligation to remind modrian, and their relationship has fallen to the freezing point when the plague broke out, and both sides have deep vigilance in their hearts.

"Great goddess of wealth, protect your devout believers!" Amber whispered his prayer, as if aware of a strange situation. He looked through the curtain of the car and looked at the north, with dim stars dotted with the dark night. "Temple of power, have you received the news?"

Hate the God of plague?

Hearing the news, easta's calm face appeared surprised. As the bishop of the temple of wealth, he certainly knew the power of evil gods, which was immortal and great. Even if he was suppressed in the main material plane, no one underestimated the power of evil gods.

"There are a lot of forces staring at the Valoran leader, not only us, but also the power temple. Maybe there are other forces?!"

The spreading spirit of amber sensed that there was an inexplicable surge of energy on the other side of the yellow sand plain. When touching the past, he sensed that the Knights of the powerful temple were watching the plain.

"No one wants to give up such a prosperous and fertile territory."

Archbishop Agnes Rodney, the master of the power temple in the stoke Kingdom, and he are old rivals. They compete for the place of faith for the gods behind them, and at the same time look at the Valoran leader in a special position.

"Eh?" Amber frowned slightly and moved his mind. The golden staff in front of his knees soared into the air. He gently grasped it with his right hand, and then left the carriage. The trial Knights found an abnormal situation in front.

"Easta, manage the logistics. I'll deal with some things."

"Yes, under the crown!" said ESDA Gong. When he got up, he saw a touch of golden light disappear into the night.

Lanwasul castle.

The bright magic lights set off the city wall that has experienced the rendering of blood and fire. Galen was dressed in white gold thick armor and carried the storm sword behind him. He stood quietly in the repaired watchtower and looked up at the wealth Temple Legion at the end of his vision.

"The glory of demacia will bloom tonight!"

The burning campfire and shining magic lights shine on the quiet and cold castle. The demacia Legion has long been sharp in armor, and its high-spirited eyes are full of the desire for war.

Bobby jumped onto the wall, his gray horse tail swayed, his right hand clenched Oren's hammer, and seemed to find something. She pointed to the nearby trial knights and said, "Hey, Galen, those guys are still. Wow, are they hesitating?"

"They want to shrink back?" hearing Bobby's voice, Fiona came out from behind Galen, with ripples in her amber eyes.

"No, it won't!" Galen shook his head and looked back at the silent Valoran collar. "Tonight is their best chance. If they miss tonight, they will completely lose the initiative in the future."

During the period of guarding lanvasul castle, Galen fully understood the temple of wealth controlling the iron fortress and the temple of power controlling cantero fortress by using the intelligence and resources of shadow flow.

These two fortresses are too close to Valoran collar!

Galen took a breath, and the strength of Valoran's leadership was showing. In the future, the two fortresses must be within the strategic scope. At that time, he wanted to try the power of the temple behind them: "demacia needs glory!"

The noxas Legion has won too many victories under the leadership of dreus. He must lead the demacia Legion to catch up.

"Well, there are cavalry coming. What are you doing? Are you observing the garrison power of the castle?" Bobby wondered, looking at the cavalry galloping around the castle.

"It's not only to observe the garrison strength of the castle, but also to test it." Galen found the Golden Knight under the starlight, leaned slightly, looked at several people standing around, and wanted to be sure

"I'll go. I'm just interested recently." Fiona said aloud. The silver white lock armor set off the perfect figure. Her shoulder length black hair was mixed with some crimson hair to cover her right eye, and a cold color bloomed.

Without waiting for Galen's reply, she put on black silk gloves, took out the blue steel sword from her waist, and then jumped directly from the city wall and walked towards the trial knights.

"Shall I come with you?" Bobby looked at Galen, his lovely eyes filled with an introverted desire to fight.

"No, don't forget, she is the unparalleled sword Ji and the most terrible Dueler in Valoran." Galen smiled and refused Bobby's proposal. The lanwasul Castle needs enough strength. The legendary raid is no joke.

Everyone has their own pride. When Fiona puts forward her own solution, just like the once revived Laurent family, no one can stop it.

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"Another strange legendary strong man!" Amber looked at Gaylon of lanwasul castle and said in a calm voice. In his spiritual perception, the guy was like a wild lion, patrolling all the 'prey' that stepped into the territory.

"According to the intelligence, although lanwasul castle has a certain military strength, it doesn't mean that there are legendary strong guards, amber!" the brown haired old man on his side said, with accusations in his tone.

Wells Arnold, the cardinal of the temple of wealth, is a confidant under the crown of the Pope and runs the Legion of priests.

"Sorry, I don't know the specific situation of the Valoran leader. Their shadow assassins are too terrible, and it's difficult for our personnel to penetrate." Amber accepted the blame. Now it's the period of cooperation. He doesn't want to harden the relationship, and behind wells is the Pope. He doesn't want to offend each other rashly.

"What now? The plan of raiding Valoran collar failed. Now we need to make a choice in the face of legend!" said the burly knight in a deep voice, his burly body covered with heavy gold armor.

Howell Davide, the head of the temple of wealth correctional institution and the trial knights, is also one of the leaders of the operation under the legendary crown.

"Three to one, easy choice!" wells smiled softly, and the white jade staff in his hand released a dense light.

"We should consider whether the other party will withdraw? Once we leave lanwasul castle, stop us along the way..." Howell glanced at wells and couldn't explain: "the legendary destructive power can't be borne by the temple army. If we can't solve the mystery, the three of us will need to be ready for the other party's attack at all times."

"I suggest that a team of knights be arranged first to observe the defense strength of lanwasul castle and test the truth and falsehood."

"Seconded!" Amber nodded in agreement.

"Then follow your advice."

Wells looked a little ugly when he saw amber express his ideas, but he knew the importance of this action. Most of the top leaders of the temple of wealth were paying attention to the situation here. Without saying more, he could only nod and agree.

The cold wind blew across the yellow sand plain and blew in the direction of Valoran collar.

Fiona clenched the blue steel sword in her hand, breathed gently, tasted a touch of cold, and the amber eyes showed a red breath of death.

"The art of dueling is unfolded from here!"

[forward fountain]!

The light purple cloak pulled an eye-catching light on the night plain. Fiona walked lightly and strode to the trial knight team in front. Under the night, she had shining golden armor, tall and burly figure, war horses wrapped in armor and rapid charging speed.

Very good soldier, what a pity!

Fiona stepped into the cavalry array face-to-face. Her tall and slender figure jumped slightly, shuttling through the flowers like a butterfly, waving her long sword and drawing blood from the flowers.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

In the roaring trampling sound of horse hoofs, the sweet and crisp stabbing sound is like the music of death, which is so wonderful under the dim starry sky.

The dance steps swayed, and the overflowing blood splashed in the pale moonlight. No matter what kind of hard armor, it was as fragile as paper in the face of Fiona's stabbing. At each step, a trial knight must fall from the horse's back, and the golden rich life energy could not prevent death.

Unfortunately, died in the nameless battlefield!

With the action of retracting the sword, Fiona is like a crimson delicate rose, independent in the bloody battlefield, amazing as a thorn.

Behind him, ten trial Knights fell into a pool of blood and completely lost their breath of life, including the leader of the knight captain with great Knight strength, and only the lonely war horse made an inexplicable cry.

Fiona raised her head with amber eyes staring at the three legends floating in the sky far away and emitting a sense of crisis. She gently stretched out her left hand, pulled off her black silk gloves and threw them on the clean plain under her feet.

She also wants to pick up her personal belongings after the battle.

There is an unwritten rule in caladimos. When one party drops the white gloves, it represents the opening of the challenge. Generally, it refers to the duel, with exceptions, it only refers to the strongest person opposite the challenge.

However, Fiona felt that the white gloves seemed too serious and weak, far inferior to the black silk gloves symbolizing death.

"Ha? Is this a joke? Knight Chief?!" wells looked at the two companions around him, his wrinkled face showing sarcasm. "Just the strength of the knight, why dare to challenge the legend?"

"I'll deal with him!" said the legendary crown, who wanted to respond to Fiona's challenge.

"Wait!" Amber called to wells, looked slightly dignified, and turned to Howell. "Valoran has a lot of talents and may have the strength to challenge the higher level."

"There have been rumors about the demon battle in limontanlu, indicating the existence of this possibility."

The news of the noble Council was accurate. To tell the truth, amber was also a little uneasy at the moment.

"Amber, are you kidding? Knight Changyue challenges legend? This is the difference of the essence of life. Do you think it is the divine descendant in myth and legend?" wells looked back at his companions discontentedly, but he stopped honestly. He can live to legend and become the confidant under the crown of the Emperor. He has enough wisdom and care.

Hearing the speech, Howell's face was a little gloomy. Tonight's action had become a little confusing since he met the legend of lanwasul castle. He looked at the female swordsman in the pool of blood. For some reason, there was a feeling of extreme danger in his soul.

"Continue to test. We must determine the existing strength of the Valoran leader at the moment. If necessary, we can directly take the shot..."

Amber and wells looked at each other and nodded in silence. Tonight's plan was caused by the oracle of the goddess of wealth, which they could not refuse.

Even if you die here.