Arslan never had this weird feeling.

In this lobby of the temple, it is still so empty, with huge candlelight swaying around it, and shadows on the ground seem to be floating.

Lord Promisse was still mysterious. Yarslan knelt on one knee, lowering his head, and could still feel the gaze on his back that made him feel depressed in his heart.

She let out a light breath, raised her head, and said in a deep voice: "Is this your order?"

"It was the decision of the Presbyterian Church." Promisse's voice was calm without a trace of emotion: "The envoy of the Empire of Light must die on the land of the continent of Roland... You must complete your mission before they go to sea. You know, above the ocean, we have no way to deal with the navy of the Kingdom of Sauron."

Yarslan suddenly felt an extremely strange feeling in his heart.

In the past, when facing Promis, I always felt an inexplicable pressure deep in my heart, as if the person who was high above was an invincible-even incomparable existence. Even if Promis was just standing there quietly, as long as he had a casual look, he seemed to be able to see through all his thoughts. Standing in front of this person, I was like a sheep facing a lion. Although this lion was always so calm, it always contained something that made me afraid from the bottom of my heart in peace...

But today, Promisse is still standing in front of him like this, and the thing that makes him fear in his heart seems to have become much weaker... as if...

He is weak?!

Yarslan was startled by her thoughts. Although she lowered her head, a trace of murderous aura appeared in her eyes.

If...if I take action now, or just need a sword...

Once this thought came out of his heart, it would grow like wild grass in summer. Yarslan was even so excited that his body trembled slightly, and his fists were already tightened in secret.

But then, I felt the gaze on her back seemed to be much sharper. The heavy pressure and the gaze that seemed to be physical, the thorny Yarslan almost felt a tingling feeling. A drop of sweat flowed down her forehead, and finally sighed, gently raised her head, and answered in a respectful and serious tone.

"As you wish, Lord Promishus!"

After saying that, she stood up gently, lifted her cloak, and strode out of the main hall of the temple.

Behind him, Promisse quietly watched the strongest warrior of the dragon clan walk out, and he was the only one left in the hall again. Then he seemed to sigh in secret.

"These reptiles are becoming more and more difficult to control..." He seemed to pursed his lips gently: "A paladin seems not enough... Then, why not add another one..."

The day for departure is here.

The special envoy of the Empire of Light, Count Rodi, embarked on the journey back to the country with his mysterious companions. The king made enough respect and etiquette, and even personally led the guard of honor to send Rodi and his group out of ten miles outside the capital.

Then, the old magician Master Sith also became a entourage. According to the king, the old magician will become their guard.

The other one who followed the team was Princess Ruolan. The high-sounding statement was that the princess represented the royal family’s farewell to the envoy... But most people would rather believe that the princess was coveting the three beautiful female companions beside the envoy.

What made Ruolan regret was that Seit, Hei Sa and Nidith were always sitting in the carriage and did not show up. Princess Ruolan, uh... Given her weight and size, she could not squeeze into the same carriage with the three beauties.

Moreover, she was wearing a mighty set of knight armor and riding a specially selected tall war horse. Roddy even suspected that the war horse was specially raised. It was probably a monster horse made according to the training method of the perverted war horses of the war horses of the war horses of the perverted war chariot. Otherwise, how could he carry Ruolan?

After three days of rushing and slow journey, my subordinates announced that after walking twenty miles ahead, it was a port in the south of the Kingdom of Sauron. From there, I took a boat to sea, and it took only three days to reach the Empire of Light.

A mountainous terrain appeared on the horizon, and in the distance was a narrow valley entrance.

Roddy rode on the horse and couldn't help but sigh when he saw the terrain in front of him.

This is really the best place for ambushing.

I had already realized that something might happen. The three days of peace in front of me had already made Roddy very satisfied. The horse whip in my hand pointed to the canyon in front, and Roddy smiled and said, "Is that place the only way to the pier?"

The old magician rode beside Roddy and smiled, "Yes, cross that place and go further forward is the port."

Roddy smiled and said, "The terrain here is a bit strange. There are few mountains on the mainland that are so close to the coast."

The old magician nodded, but his face was a little strange: "This long mountain range is not natural... but made by a human. The mountain range in front of Lord Earl is a natural barrier created by large-scale earth magic."

"Oh?" Roddy's eyes lit up.

The old magician smiled faintly: "Hundreds of years ago, in the era of the Abbasid Emperor in your country, in a war between our two continents, the Thunder Whip of your country crossed the Thunder Strait, and we both fought a great battle here... Because it was too difficult to defeat your cavalry legion on the wilderness plain, and there were plains nearby with a flat plain, and there were no strongholds to take over. At that time, almost half of the magicians in the Roland continent were used to create such a mountain range as a natural barrier!"

Speaking of this, the old magician pointed at the gap in front of him, which was a canyon.

"That place is a gap created by magic. When we, the Rolands, built a fortress there, and firmly blocked the Thunder Whip in the coastal areas. In the end, the Thunder Whip was fighting across the sea, but it could not break into our hinterland and was firmly trapped there."

Speaking of these past events, the old magician seemed a little proud. After all, the number of times the Rolanders defeated the Empire of Light was too rare. That victory was once written in the history books of various kingdoms in the Roland Continent.

Of course Roddy knew that history, and just nodded lightly.

That history is just an example of the dizziness of Emperor Abbas in his later years. In order to conquer the Roland Continent, almost most of the troops of the Light Empire were launched, but they were blocked by the powerful Roland Navy at sea. Most of the troops were lost to the sea. The troops that could land were also ruined and lacked supplies and supplies. Faced with such a situation, and the Rolands created such a mountain range here, there was nothing strange about the failure of the Light Empire.

As the team gradually approached the valley, the valley was not long, and you could vaguely see the exit from the other end. Obviously, manpower was limited, and the natural mountain range that was created by the magicians of the entire Roland Continent was not too tall.

Seeing Roddy not answering, the old magician also shut up. After all, facing the most powerful army commander, he said that his side was so powerful, the old magician was not as shameless as he was.

Besides, in the recent war, hundreds of thousands of troops were beaten to the point where they all surrendered, which was a fact that they could see before them.

Sith felt a little anxious. The king's order before coming was to take advantage of the chaos to kill Roddy while the temple was sniping. However, it had been three days all the way, and the temple's sniping had not even seen a shadow.

Seeing a dangerous terrain ahead, the old magician's thoughts were the same as Roddy.

This place is undoubtedly the most suitable place for sniping - and more importantly, this is the last chance left along the way.

Sure enough, when this thought flashed through Roddy and the old magician's mind, a royal knight escorted the guard suddenly shouted loudly: "There is someone in front!"

A white war horse slowly ran out of the valley!

A knight was sitting immediately. The knight was wearing a set of pure black armor, and the bright red cloak roared in the wind. The sword in his hand was different from the huge slashing sword used by ordinary knights. It was a thin and long sword.

The knight was not wearing a helmet, his long hair fluttered in the wind, and his cool face was solemn!

"His Excellency Count Roddy, I'm sorry, your way forward can only end here!"

Yarslan didn't seem to be yelling, but these seemingly calm words came from afar and fell into everyone's ears incredibly clear!

Then, the paladin waved his hand gently and a team of fully armed black armored knights emerged from the canyon!

Each of these knights wore black armor. The only difference from Arslan was that their cloaks were all white.

The equipment and armor of these people are all in the standard style of the Saint Knights, but the white cloak means that they are not ordinary Saint Knights warriors, all of them are high-level knights with high-level levels!

There were not many people on the other side, only about three hundred people, and a dense fallen formation was formed along the intersection of the canyon.

The sword in Yarslan's hand was raised high and swung twice in the air. Then several figures floated from the mountains. The people were wearing white magician robes, and then a strong magic wave in the air came faintly!

The magic fluctuations were strong, and even the old magician Sith's face changed a little!

Five magicians were floating in the air, the middle one was wearing a bright red robe, like a red cloud.
Chapter completed!