Chapter 254 The Old Man and the Young Man

Morea stared at the direction where the group of paladins rushed into the gray fog of the undead for a long time.

They are not strong. Morea can perceive the strength of these 300 people. Most of them are at the silver level, and only a few are at the gold level. This kind of strength is weaker than the legendary existence of the Necronomicon Council. Poor.

Their act of entering the kingdom of Bavaria to save people is no different from sending them to death. As long as they run into any legendary undead or lich, the team will be wiped out.

In Erathia, even for ordinary people, death is just the beginning. If this group of paladins were killed in the Kingdom of Bavaria, it would not only be as simple as death, but their souls would also be imprisoned in the body of the undead who lost their lives, losing the chance to go to the kingdom of God for immortality.

Such an end is already the worst end in Erasia's world, and it is the most severe and cruel punishment for ordinary people. In the eyes of Erathia's creatures, it is basically the same as the eighteen layers of hell that Morea was beaten down in her previous life.

"What do you think?" Kaslana asked in Moria's ear.

"There is still hope for human beings." A complex smile appeared on Morea's face. "As long as humans like those paladins don't disappear, human beings can continue to pass on."

"The human race has never lacked human beings like paladins." Kaslana looked serious, "so sometimes, when they ask me for help, I will respond to them."

"This time, if a church asks you to..."

"No." Kaslana shook her head, "No matter how much they pay, they won't go even if there are human legends."

"Yeah!" Morea nodded in understanding. Jinlong is a good dragon, but in the case of knowing that he will die, Jinlong will also close his eyes and remain silent.

Because of kindness, he sacrificed his life and even his soul. In the eyes of a sensible mage, this is quite a foolish move, and even the legend of the current Bavarian kingdom can't hold it back.

Therefore, moving is moving, and shocking is shocking. The adventurers below who made way for the paladins and the bards who just played music to see them off are what they should do now.

They are willing to respect heroes, but they are not willing to be heroes. The price of being heroes is too great.

"Go to the temple to see?"

"Um?"

"Most of the paladins came here through the church's teleportation system, and only a few came here through other means.

For example, the one in my territory, because there is no temple in my territory, he can only come through the teleportation hall. "

"Then go take a look!"

...Because of Kaslana's identity, they entered the temple area unimpeded. After seeing the temple belonging to the Church of Dawn, they went straight in.

After Kaslana showed a badge to prove her identity, she waved back the clergy who came to question her, and led Morea into the area where the teleportation formation was placed in the temple—the layout of the Temple of Good God was similar.

After arriving here, Morea found that the clergy of the Temple of Dawn seemed to be gathered here. Nearly a hundred clergymen wearing various styles of priest robes stood in front of the teleportation formation in a welcoming formation.

The leader of them was an old man in a red robe, very eye-catching, in sharp contrast with the surrounding clergy who were mainly in white robes, this was a soul-level red-clothed archbishop.

When Morea and Kaslana just walked into this teleportation area, they stood quietly in the corner and did not disturb the clergy's team.

It just so happened, "Om!" Of the six teleportation formations lined up in a row, one of the teleportation formations lit up, and in the dazzling teleportation aura, a slightly hunched figure appeared in the teleportation formation.

This is an old man, with deeply sunken wrinkles and gray hair and beard on his face, which can illustrate this point. He wears a suit of armor that is extremely ill-fitting and looks empty, which looks a bit funny.

When the teleportation aura disappeared, Morea saw the old man slowly walk out of the teleportation array, with an abnormal blush on his face.

In the short time he took a few steps, the old man's hair and beard were rapidly turning dark brown at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wrinkles on his face were disappearing one by one.

At first, his hunched body gradually became tall and straight as loose. The empty armor that was originally placed on him was also propped up by the gradually bulging muscles on his body, making it a perfect fit. This armor was originally for him when he was young. Made to fit.

Seeing the old man who was quickly recovering to a young state, the red-clothed archbishop showed a moving expression on his face: "Why are you doing this!"

"He's..." Moreya looked at him in surprise, looking at the middle-aged paladin who was old when he first appeared.

"He should have taken the boiling blood potion." Kaslana glanced at it and explained softly for Moreya: "This is a potion researched by human alchemists. At the cost of burning all life, it restores to its peak state in life. It is usually used by soldiers who are seriously injured or whose blood and blood are exhausted."

"Burning all life... That is to say, no matter what, is he dead?" Morea asked.

"Sir Bishop, can you perform a few magic tricks for me to prolong my state a little bit, I don't want to just chop off a few undead and die like this later." There are still a few white hairs left between the beards. But the paladin, who had returned to his middle-aged state, looked at the red-clothed archbishop and smiled calmly.

As soon as his voice fell, one after another divine magic fell on him, drowning him in an instant. When the priests stopped casting spells, they could no longer see the figure of the paladin, and he had turned into a radiant human figure. illuminator.

Then, a priest girl came to him with a crystal bottle: "Sir, please drink this bottle of holy water."

"Hey, after living for so long, this is the first time I have accepted so many priests to bless me with magic." The paladin sighed, not being pretentious, he picked up the crystal bottle and drank it, so that he could use his own The status lasts longer...

"Om!" Another teleportation array lit up, and in the teleportation aura, a pale-faced paladin appeared.

"Young boy, what are you doing here?" The paladin who had turned into a luminous body asked in a stern voice as he looked at the youthful-looking boy standing on the teleportation array.

"Of course it's here to fight the evil and save the civilians." The young man who had just grown a soft yellow beard on his lips answered with a stern face.

"Very good, you will definitely be an excellent paladin in the future. However, this is not the time for you to come, go back."

"I'm a paladin now." The young paladin had a proud face, and a dark yellow light of fighting qi appeared on his body, "I'm no weaker than you."

"You can let go of your grudge at a young age." The red-clothed archbishop showed a kind smile and walked to the young paladin, "Son, tell me, how old are you this year?"

"I'm fifteen years old this year." The boy said proudly.

"Well, you were already promoted to silver at the age of fifteen. You are really a genius." The red-clothed archbishop smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder. Then, the boy's face stiffened and he found that his body couldn't move.

"Put him in confinement, and don't let him out until the evil recedes."