Chapter 253

Morea and Kaslana, who hid their figure and quietly watched what just happened in the teleportation hall, watched the figure of the paladin disappear in the teleportation array.

"Go to Fort Patrick? There should be a lot of people like the paladin gathered there."

"Go." Morea recalled the weather-beaten face of the paladin who believed in Tyr, the god of justice. He could not find a trace of fear of death on it.

Ordinary people believe in gods, pray day and night, and donate coins for what? What are you asking for? Don't you just want to be a devout believer, after death, the gods will shelter their souls and enter the kingdom of God to gain eternal life?

However, the paladin just now should know what the consequences of rescuing the Kingdom of Bavaria will be if he dies: the suffering of soul sinking and depravity. But even so, he still insisted on going.

Morea saw that his true belief-because Tyre was the god of justice, so he believed in Tyre, not because he believed in Tyre, but followed justice.

After Morea nodded in agreement, Kaslana waved the staff in her hand, mobilized the power of the Mage Tower, and cast a teleportation spell of up to eight levels, taking Moreya across most of Ionia, teleporting from a section of the continent. to the other end.

When the two dragons descended on the Patrick Fortress and just appeared in the sky above the fortress, the noisy voice came to Morea's ears, but Moreya did not pay attention to the noise below, his eyes looked outside the fortress, that The shocking scene attracted.

One after another, the gray fog wall with unknown starting point and unknown terminal stands less than a kilometer away from the fortress, and it is always parallel to the city wall of the fortress.

In the fog, you can see endless ghosts traveling through it, and on the ground covered by the fog, you can see some chilling undead wandering.

That fog, which Morea is very familiar with, is the gray fog of the undead, a derivative of the nine-ring necromantic spell, the natural disaster of the undead. Under its shroud, all the dead will be resurrected.

"There is the territory of the Kingdom of Bavaria!" Kaslana said, noticing Moria's gaze.

"Who are you?" At this moment, a small group of well-equipped griffin knights slowly surrounded Morea and Kaslana. "Sign up!"

"Yeah!" Morea frowned slightly and glanced at the city wall of the fortress below. In addition to thousands of soldiers or bows, or spears aimed at him and Kaslana, there were dozens of crossbows on it. Cannons, and even a few magic cannons were moved and aimed at them.

"Presumptuous!" Seeing that he came here with Morea,

Surrounded by a group of humans, Kaslana was furious.

Fine golden scales emerged from the corner of her eyes, and a faint golden dragon phantom emerged from behind her, spreading the dragon's might that was freezing in the air, causing those griffins to scream in panic, their wings flapping, under the dragon's might. It became weak and weak, and it was about to fall with the knight behind him.

"I am the Guardian of the Dawn, Kaslana!" Although she was angry, the Golden Dragon Royal Sister still declared her name.

"Misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding!" After hearing Kaslana's voice, a gold-level general flew from the city wall below, and bowed and apologized to both Morea and Kaslana.

Due to geographical restrictions, this gold-level general had never heard of who the Guardian of Dawn was, but this did not prevent him from confirming the identities of Morea and Kaslana through Longwei, the two golden dragons.

Since it is a golden dragon, there is no need to guard against it. Therefore, the general who may have offended someone apologized to Morea and Kaslana at the same time.

The griffin knight quickly withdrew, the ballista and magic gun below all returned to their original positions, and those soldiers with bows and spears were also withdrawn...

"This fortress has entered the highest level of alert state, and you can attack at any time. As soon as there is trouble, you can immediately respond." Morea put the space ring in her hand, which was their compensation fee. The back of the general leaving, said to Kaslana.

"The undead gray fog is so close to them, their posture is normal."

"Tread!" "Tread!"... The sound of uniform footsteps on the ground came, and Morea looked towards the source of the sound. A troop of heavy infantry formed a 100-person phalanx and entered the fortress. City.

"What round of reinforcements is this?" After Morea and Kaslana landed on a residence in the fortress, they heard some discussions.

"God knows this is the first legion. Ever since the fog appeared, there have been troops entering the fortress, almost without stopping!"

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"Oh, is this hoarding power and waiting for the Necro Council to retreat?" Morea heard the comments of some pedestrians below, and there was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of her mouth.

"Muria, don't you think there are a lot of people in this city?" Kaslana, who was standing on a roof with Morea, pointed to the almost crowded street below.

"They are all adventurers." Morea looked at the clothes on the pedestrians below, and basically confirmed their identities.

"They are also here waiting for the moment when the gray fog of the undead dissipates." Kaslana's face showed a hint of disgust.

"What a disgusting act." Looking at the bustling humans below, Morea inexplicably thought of those carrion-eating vultures. A very appropriate analogy, these adventurers also have the Orb Kingdom, which is constantly stationed with legions, isn't it just the "vultures" waiting to eat the "carrion" of the Bavarian Kingdom?

Compared with the previous paladins who mortgaged their armors as travel expenses and also came to support the kingdom of Bavaria, these people are disgusting...

"Another group of desperate paladins have assembled and are preparing to enter the Kingdom of Bavaria." A shout came, so the street leading to the fortress gate quickly quieted down.

Then, on this crowded street, everyone started to stand on both sides consciously, and they tried their best to squeeze to both sides to make way for the road in the center.

"Tread!" "Tread!"...The sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground spread on the quiet street, and an untidy cavalry team moved forward on this road where adventurers crowded into a pile and had to get out of the way.

This cavalry team of only 300 people was pitifully small compared to the heavy infantry corps that had just entered the city. But even this rogue cavalry team with armor and weapons that are not uniform has an aura that makes the entire fortress silent.

Because this is a team composed of paladins, each of them has at least ten kinds of gain magic, shining with strong magic aura.

This group of paladins who did not know each other before today, believed in different gods and came from different countries, formed a team for justice and to save compatriots who were caught in the undead natural disaster.

Wherever this paladin team passed, the adventurers on both sides of the road bowed their heads and paid their respects.

I don't know when, an impassioned music sounded slowly, and when I heard the music, on both sides of the road, one after another bard took out the musical instruments they carried and joined them - this is a very popular song on the mainland. A wide range of tunes, basically every bard can.

In the sound of impassioned, majestic and solemn music, the paladins walked out of the fortress gate opened for them and entered the gray fog of the undead...