Everyone turned around at the same moment and saw a person standing at the gate of the city... completely different from the crude armor on the players. The white-haired grassland elf was wearing a fitted silver-white chain mail, with a dark blue background and anonymous style cross burqa on the outside. A small round-head hammer with a soft light radiant and a short-bag gun hung on the beautiful thick leather belt. The pair of chain armor boots must have used high-end goods in pure gold.

Marso touched the rotten belt around his waist, looked at the rusty chain boots on his feet, and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed - Buddha wants gold clothes and people want clothes. It's true. Compared with this, the players present were all like bandits with clipping paths outside the city, without any technical content.

Of course, these are all the complaints from the cat. In fact, he knew this elder - yes, she is the elder, the elder's surname is Mo Han, which is the most standard southern Tang surname. She is the thirteenth leader of the Zhishan Paladin General Corps, the daughter of Qi Bai, the Song Dynasty's Zhishan Paladin in the glorious era. Qi Bai's first wife died at the beginning of the plane war (ST1220), Ashby City, which was invaded by the Death Legion, in ST1390, Qi Bai, who was already a legendary Paladin, gave birth to her with the second wife, and he himself lost news in a battle in ST1392.

This prairie elves elder is now the archbishop of the entire Ashbey Kingdom Grass Elf Temple, and he also has the identity of a divine envoy. Marceau does not know who her husband is, but her descendants are spread all over the north of the continent. There are a dozen legendary Paladins who can be found during the second to fourth openings.

In short, the appearance of this person made Marceau feel that there was no problem with the mission - this is a super NPC of level 180. If Jasting Biboer wanted to cause trouble for Marceau and the others at this time, Marceau was sure that this trouble would definitely make Jasting Biboer unforgettable for the rest of her life... But obviously, she didn't have much time left.

The elder walked up to the little guy and reached out to a higher group healing technique. The magic technique she used as a divine messenger can be called a legendary magic technique, because Marceau saw the little guy with half of his tongue crying and talking about all the suffering she had experienced, and the eight city guards who were missing arms and legs on the ground even returned to their hands and feet.

"City Guards, please forgive this kitten. He was only hunted by Captain Garsting Bibol in your city guard. The team members were killed and injured, so they had to attack you." The elder said.

When an elder pleads for Marceau, the city guards naturally lose their temper. They should have seen that this cat can cut off their hands and feet without any injuries. If they just want to kill them, I am afraid that no one can speak now.

"I already know everything about Garcetin Bibol. The ravens of Choiran Ernst saw the passing, and he told me about your arrival." Walking to Marceau, the elder with a kind smile in Marceau's eyes stood up and stretched out his hand and patted the cat's head: "Good job, child, your behavior implements His Highness Payne's definition of kindness."

"There is the elder, Marceau just did what he should do, and please go after Garcetin Biboer as soon as possible, and don't let this slave trader and murderer get away with it." Marceau naturally explained this. The only thing the cat wants to see now is Garcetin Biboer was hung on the gallows. As for the voyeurism of Cuilan Ernst... the cat really has to thank him.

"Of course... when I came from the temple, I passed by His Highness Penn's temple. His great shaman Tonum Sherantana accepted my invitation and he will lead the team to pursue Gastyn Bibol." The elder said this, and his hand touching the cat's head patted the cat's shoulder: "I mentioned you to him, and he said you are a devout believer, and he also found one of her artifacts for His Highness Penn."

"...That's what I should do." Marceau smiled awkwardly - Grandma, it's okay if you gossip like this, can you not reveal it? Fortunately, when the elders said this, they used the grassland elf language, and most humans don't know this language.

At this time, a large group of grassland elves paladins and their big cat servants walked out in line from the city gate. Qi Mohan exchanged the little guy with the reins of the rooster mount in his servant's hand. After turning over and sitting on, nodded at the cat cub: "Kitten, you and your teammates can come to the Grassland Elf Temple to find me in six hours. I will give you the reward. As for now... I think the Blood Hand Brothers need to give us grassland elves an explanation."

Then the elder man controlled the robe mount to the players of the Moonlight Guild.

"I was still young in ST1401. At that time, the plane war seemed to have no end. A team of fearless foreigners rescued me before the fall of Poitu Fortress. It was a team of brave and fearless foreigners who seemed almost stupid. Later I knew their names..." It seemed that they had separated from their memories of the past. The elder looked up at the sky: "In the following years, I have seen many foreigners like you foreigners. Most of their green years lived in pools of blood...

...I know in your eyes, this world is just a foothold in your journey of life. Many of you may not care whether your hands are covered with blood, and they will let each other go with the evil deeds they commit... But don't forget that this world belongs to us indigenous people after all. If you are a traveler who cares about the scenery along the way, please treat the scenery you see well; if you are a traveler who only cares about the destination, please pay more attention to the road under each other's feet... When walking in the world, be careful of no big mistakes."

When walking in the world, be careful of nothing wrong - this is a proverb. Marceau doesn't know when this proverb began to be circulated. The only thing that can be sure is that when players listen to the old NPC training of the kind-hearted camp, their ending words are often this.

Qi Mohan controlled her mount and returned to the front of the queue. The anonymous archbishop stood up and issued an order to her subordinates: "Let's go."

When the temple troops disappeared from the distance to the street, Li Sanjiang walked over from the city gate. Marceau turned his head and saw a faint white inspiration on their bodies.

"That NPC said she forgives our sins... In one sentence, she deserves to be a legend." Li Sanjiang, who is currently in a neutral and favourable camp, was inspired. It was obvious that this was also a blessing from Jiasting Biboer. If he simply killed the city guards, he was afraid that Li Sanjiang and his friends would have to run away from the Ashby and Paroonst area now and avoid the limelight.

"So what should we do now." Marceau turned around and looked at the players of the Yueming Star Guild. The cat puffed his mouth and looked like a *****: "It's a knife, let's choose one." Before the other party could answer, the cat puff was pulled by the two girls of the Lin family and dragged the cat's ear back to the crowd. Li Sanjiang smiled helplessly, and looked at the paladin while asking the other party: "Three of the Lin family, what should we do."

"What else can I do? NPCs have already spoken. If you fight with you, it's not just me who will fall... I'm afraid that the entire Moon Star Guild doesn't have to want to get on in Paroonst now..." The Paladin smiled, then sighed: "Maybe it's time for me to pull my hands. Is your Sky Sword accepting financing?"

"I just distributed the equity. If you had a week earlier, there would be hope. Now there is no hope." Li Sanjiang shook his shoulders and pointed to the cat who was being pulled by Mingen: "His name is Marceau. I saw him with his own eyes dealt with the Lord of the Dog-Koll alone, and he would like to thank him for his blessing. Now our Sword of the Sky is the guardian of civilian and slums."

"Your junior brother?"

"no."

"Damn, there are such wild monsters these days... they are really a cat that cannot be seen."

The conversation between the two was a bit unindifferent like a friend, but Marceau knew that most of the members behind this guy were members of his own private group. Lin Xiao was also the heir to the Lin family. It was normal to have a group of his own. As for the old father of the Lin family, the dead Lolik was kicked into a centaur by the family, but in the days when he was exiled, he also got a beautiful girl in Terr's life as his wife. This story of a life-defeating dog counterattacking and becoming a winner in life is really... inspirational.

"I seem to be looking for a new guild for myself. It's not good to be hostile to the grassland elves." Lin Xiao pulled off the guild badge from his chest: "By the way, I almost forgot that Marnes, the vice president of the Yueming Star Guild, had done a hidden mission. He is now an elder of the Blood Hand Brotherhood."

After saying this, the Paladin turned around and waved to his companions: "I don't mind if the management of Yueming Star wants to kill them, but don't involve me. What I hate the most is the uninvited trouble."

Lin Xiao is obviously not just rich in being able to become a legendary paladin in the future - the paladins have to face too many ***. In the eyes of many people, this is just a game, so Marceau respects any player Paladin, because he is the legendary paladin players of over 100 levels, because they at least understand that they should not reach out to something that does not belong to them under the drive of greed... So the cat looked at the players of the Moonlight Star Guild present and tore off the guild badge and left under the leadership of Lin Da's "Prophet".

At this time, Li Sanjiang turned around and looked at Marceau. The cat was obediently tied to the chain by Mingen. At the sight from Li Sanjiang, the cat smiled shyly.
Chapter completed!