Chapter 257

A sword, a knife, a halberd, and three weapons were suspended behind Morea, with thunder and flames lingering on them. The black-haired and golden-eyed boy looked down at the undead who surrounded the paladins.

Because the liches who left their mark in their souls have been beheaded and they have lost their restraints, so some undead could not control the temptation to kill the Holy Spirit and rushed towards the paladins, while another part of the more wise, After seeing that his master was easily killed, he began to flee frantically into the distance.

However, no matter what choice you make, the end is the same. Morea stood in mid-air, reaching out and pressing down. Three exclusive weapons were wrapped in thunder and flames. With Morea's gesture, she moved towards the surrounding paladins. The undead crashed down.

Where the three weapons fell, the middle and high-level undead, gargoyles, dark knights, abominations under the command of the Lich... let out a howl of fear, and then turned to ashes. Then, thunder, dragon flames, and hurricanes burst out from the three weapons, Swept to the surviving undead.

The paladins stared blankly at the black-haired and golden-eyed boy in the sky. From the time the lich appeared in ten breaths, everything that could threaten them was cleared away by the boy in front of him.

"Thank you for your help!" When Morea fell from the sky, the paladin leader bowed slightly to Morea, although he didn't know who he was, he did rescue them. Otherwise, their team of paladins would also be destroyed by the group.

"It should." Morea stretched out his hand, retracted his weapon, and then looked at the seven withered paladins who were being protected in the middle of the team.

Around them, there are many dry corpses. Through the armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands, their identities can be confirmed. They are all paladins who burned their lives and died of exhaustion.

"Crack!" "Crack!"... Morea stepped on the corpses of the undead all over the ground and walked to the seven paladins who were no longer covered by the light of magic. Three of the paladins held their arms with one hand. with a baby because their other hand needs to hold a sword.

Looking at the seven scarred paladins, Morea took a deep breath and asked with a very heavy heart, "What about the rest of your team?"

"They've all died in battle!" said a paladin who was described as withered and withered on his face.

"This is what you rescued?" Morea pointed to the child in their arms.

"Yes, we are too incompetent. We sacrificed so many companions to save three children. We originally brought more than 100 people out of the city, but we failed to protect them." The paladin was full of bitterness and guilt. "We can't save them."

"..." Morea was silent, looking around,

The ground is full of wreckage and broken corpses. In addition to dozens of paladin corpses, there are also some fragments of blood-stained cloth and stumps, which seem to indicate something.

"I don't blame you." Morea looked at the foot of the ground, a broken arm that held a long sword, and did not let go of death, it was covered with marks of being bitten by ghouls, "You have done your best. "

"I'm too weak, it would be great if I had gold-level strength." To make a paladin who is also burning his life and can only be said to be alive bow his head and express his regrets: "This way I can not only kill a few more The undead can still burn my soul, maybe one or two more people can be rescued."

Morea silently watched the surrounding paladins who had just entered the kingdom of Bavaria dismount to collect the corpses of their companions, or split the bodies of ghouls and abominations with swords, trying to find the remains of their companions and piece together the complete corpse... …

"Your Excellency, can I ask you one thing?" Before long, several gold-level paladins approached Morea.

"You said."

"Can you please take these three children and these seven companions out?"

"That's it?" Morea was taken aback for a moment. He thought that these paladins would ask him to join the team, but he never thought it would be such a simple request.

"If it's convenient, please take out the remains of our companions too!"

"Then what are you going to do?" Morea couldn't help asking.

"Carry on, of course." The leader said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Their team has rescued three children, we can't be worse than them!"

"At the cost of the sacrifice of three hundred of the best paladins, save three children." Morea was silent, this price...

"Your Excellency?" Seeing that Morea was silent, a paladin called out tentatively.

"You don't need to call me Your Excellency, my name is Muria, you can just call my name."

"Your Excellency Morea, what are your thoughts on our request?"

"Why don't you invite me to join you?" Morea looked at the three paladins who were shrouded in divine magic and couldn't see their faces clearly.

"Lord Morea, you are not human!"

"no."

"Enter the kingdom of Bavaria and rescue fellow citizens, we will not ask for help from any race."

"Because this is going to die!" another paladin added, "and there are consequences for the fall of the soul. Even us paladins, many people are reluctant to enter, how can we ask others?"

"I agree to your request, and I will take them and the remains of your companions out safely." Morea heard the paladin's answer, her heart throbbing slightly, and she agreed to their request.

Just now, all the paladins saw his powerful combat power, but no one asked him to join, and no one told him that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

Ask yourself, how many people are willing to do good when they can't guarantee their own safety? If the result of doing good and saving people is death, would anyone still be willing?

What if the fate of doing good and saving people is not only death, but also the pain of falling into the eighteen layers of hell after death? Anyone else willing to do good? Whether there was such a person in the previous life, Morea did not know.

But in Aeolia in the Erathian world, he can say with great certainty: Yes! Because in front of him stood such a group of people who were willing to endure the most painful torture in the eyes of mortals for their own beliefs.

...

"what happened?"

"Those undead are rushing into the depths of the fog, and it seems that something is attracting them."

"Someone rushed in with those paladins just now. They flew in from the sky, at least a gold rank."

... As soon as Morea followed the paladin team into the gray fog of the undead, the crowd that saw off suddenly exploded, and the kingdom army on the fortress wall finally responded.

The sacred defensive barrier dedicated to the undead is opened, the ballista is wound, and a magic cannon is charged and activated, entering a state that can be fired immediately...