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The Barbarian Kingdom had many mountains within its borders, which was known as the kingdom of the mountains. The entire kingdom's altitude averaged over two thousand meters, and it was not easy to find a single person.

Among the winding mountains, there was a troop of about ten thousand people. They were all wearing thick armors and riding the same type of white war horses. The most eye-catching part was the red cross embroidered on their bodies, shoulders, and shields.

These people walked forward expressionlessly. Even the falling rocks on the mountain peak did not make them blink once.

The Holy Crusaders of the Holy Church, just by looking at their attire and their neat horses, could tell that they were elites amongst elites.

The leader was also mounted on a white horse, and wore the uniform of an ordinary soldier. Other than the Divine Angel statue on his body, the rest of the soldiers were no different from ordinary soldiers.

"Reporting... Team five did not find any traces at all … "

"Reporting... Squad Seven did not find any traces at all … "

"Reporting... "The 9th squad didn't find any traces at all …"

A squadron of Griffin Knights descended from the sky and walked to the seat of the leader. They knelt down respectfully and reported to the leader about the latest news from their scouting.

Riding on the white horse was the hall master of the Holy Church, the commander of the Holy Crusaders, the Light Commander Wharton. He was born as a soldier, and relying on his strength and ability, he slowly climbed to the position of hall master of the Holy Church.

Even as a Saint-level combatant, Wharton didn't have the habit of being arrogant or conceited. He always maintained the character and demeanor of a soldier, and with his power and status, he originally didn't need to be sworn in. Generally speaking, when the Griffins went out to scout, they only needed to report the situation to their commanding officer, who would then report back to him.

But Wharton wasn't. He personally received every single Gryphon squad and carefully listened to their reports, even asking some questions. His memory was very good, and he could clearly remember every single scout of the Gryphon squad.

"Look again!"

After listening to the Gryphon party's report, Wharton's frown deepened. For the next few days, he didn't find any trace of Ron. As time passed, the difficulty in searching gradually increased.

The Griffin Royal Knights belonged to the royal family of Holy Empire, and were incompatible with the Holy Church. However, these Griffin Knights, in front of Wharton, did not disobey his orders.

Reputation!

Even in the Holy Empire, Wharton, a member of the Radiant Church, had tremendous influence. From the looks of the sincere admiration in the eyes of the soldiers, one could tell that Wharton was a Saint-level combatant as well.

A Saint-level combatant represented the peak of humanity. On the Noah Continent, every Saint-level combatant was respected. This sort of respect could even be found amongst Saint-level combatants.

These Griffin Knights, without question, carried out Wharton's orders. In fact, their eyes even revealed a look of fanaticism. It wasn't hard to understand why Noah Continent respected power.

"Yes sir!"

The griffin knight respectfully performed a standard military salute and loudly replied. He quickly mounted the griffin, and the griffin flapped its wings, soaring into the sky.

"Ai!"

Staring at the Griffin in the distance, Wharton took off his helmet, stretched out two fingers, and gently rubbed his eyes.

At this time, a nearby chestnut haired middle-aged man, seeing this, said to Wharton, "Milord, there's no need to worry too much! With an adult personally making the trip and the Griffin team supporting him, this Ron would definitely be able to catch him. How could he possibly fly into the sky? Moreover, a mere Necromancer, even if he were to escape, he won't be able to create any big waves! "

The speaker was Diallo. Although he looked similar to Wharton, he was Wharton's student and was both his superior and subordinate.

Diallo was a genius as well. His power had already reached the level of a master, and he even had a chance of becoming a Saint by the age of sixty. He was deeply loved by Wharton, who viewed him as a trusted confidant.

Wharton shook his head. "You don't understand! The strength of a Necromancer isn't as simple as you think! "

Remembering the scene of the wolf pack at Asinaris, Wharton's face turned grim. He had always been uncertain of Ron's strength, and it was precisely because of this that he had been worried.

Was his strength at the soldier level? Master class? And he was even at the Grandmaster level? Wharton was lost in thought. Seeing the degree of damage Asinaris had caused, he didn't find it strange at all that it had been caused by a Saint-level combatant. This sort of damage was something he could do as well.

"Could it be a Saint? It can't be? A fifteen year old Saint. No one would believe it even if it were to be revealed. Thinking up to this point, Wharton couldn't help but laugh involuntarily. If that Ron really had strength beyond the Saint's Medallion, then he wouldn't have to run away. He could go wherever he wanted and spend so much effort to do so.

The two immediately fell silent. Wharton didn't explain any further, and Diallo didn't feel it appropriate to ask.

At this time, Diallo suddenly seemed to recall something and said, "Lord, we've already been several dozen miles deep into the Kingdom of Barbarian. If we continue walking like this, we'll arrive at the main city of the Kingdom of Barbarian. If so …"

Diallo was indeed a little worried, for someone like him who entered the territory of another country without warning, if there were few people, it would be called smuggling, but if there were many people, it would be called aggression. One must know that behind him were more than ten thousand Holy Crusaders, and there was also the Griffin Knight Regiment.

Wharton frowned. "If I remember correctly, the Barbarian Kingdom doesn't seem to have any guardians, right?"

The Guardian actually referred to a Saint realm expert, because only a Saint realm expert's strength could provide the necessary protection for a kingdom, so as to not be bullied by others. Even a powerful country like the Holy Empire would suffer if they faced a small country with a guardian, if it wasn't for the protection of a Saint realm expert. Like Ebia, when a Saint realm expert died and no other Saint realm expert protected him, Holy Empire would dare to invade and eventually swallow him.

"I think there is one." "But I heard that he has been missing for more than a decade!"

"Only one? have been missing for more than ten years? " "Then what are you worried about?"

If a few Saint-level experts were to be a bit troublesome, what sort of power could a missing Saint-level expert possibly have towards the powerful Holy Church? Of course Wharton wouldn't put it in his eyes.

"Yes, the lord is wise!" Diallo smiled.

"Right, what's the name of that Saint?" Wharton thought for a moment and asked.

"..."

"Uh, sorry, my lord. It's been so long, I don't remember anything about it!"

Wharton let out an 'oh'. "It's nothing. If you can't remember, then forget it!"

Each Saint realm expert had their own sphere of influence, which referred to countries, organizations, clans, and so on. The scope of influence of each Saint realm expert was generally referred to countries, organizations, and clans, and other regions, and the scope of power of each Saint realm expert had its own sphere of influence, which referred to countries, organizations, and clans, and many clans.

It was precisely because of the existence of a Saint-level combatant that countries were able to develop peacefully. Thus, some of the smaller nations, at all costs, requested that Saint-level combatants serve as guardians of their countries. Money, power, beauties … as long as a Saint-level combatant spoke, they would eagerly send them to him.

Of course, this money wasn't for nothing. After accepting the money, they would naturally have to help others with their work. A Saint realm expert, as their guardian, would naturally not need a Saint realm expert to solve their problems.

Having a Saint realm expert in charge of the small country was like eating a tranquil pill, peaceful and without worry.

If he wasn't happy, then tomorrow, he would immediately wipe out his army. Others wouldn't say a word of no, either. Under the pressure of the Holy Church, who would dare to make a move?

Wharton raised his head to look at the sky. So yet another squadron of griffins had returned. Only, that griffin was flying in a crooked manner, not at all as domineering as the King of the Heavens.

Wharton was instantly displeased. He thought to himself, for someone who disregards military discipline in a way like this, I have to give him a good scolding.

When the Griffin landed on the ground, Wharton was shocked. The Griffin was covered with wounds, and in some places, bones could be seen. Its beautiful, mighty fur was charred, and the armor on the Griffin's back was broken, revealing its scarred muscles.

The one who had returned was the captain of the Griffin squad, who had been battling against Ron. He rolled down weakly, then knelt down in front of Wharton.

"Eh? Don't you guys have a team of three? What about the other two? " Wharton frowned. "What's going on with you two?" From the looks of it, you seem to have been attacked by a large number of magic.

"No …" "Sir …" As the Griffin Captain was injured, he was able to hold on all the way back here. At this moment, he was unable to speak properly, "I encountered …. He went up … Ron... "

"Ron!"

When Wharton and the surrounding Holy Crusaders heard this, their hearts trembled, and their eyebrows gradually relaxed. It was as though a ray of light had suddenly appeared in the darkness of the night.

After days and nights of searching, they finally found news of Ron.

"Where did you meet him? "Where is he now?" Diallo was both surprised and happy, but when he glanced at the griffin captain's wound, he asked hesitantly, "This … It wasn't because of him … Is that right? " Diallo didn't believe it himself when he asked.

The Gryphon Captain nodded for the first time, a look of unwillingness flashing in his eyes, but he still answered honestly, "Yes … … Lord... This guy is very strong, he summoned a whole team of magic releasing skeletons from who knows where, and when we were flying in the sky, we were also smashed down by them. Two of my subordinates died in battle, and even I … "

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