Muria and Kaslana, who hid their figures and quietly watched everything that had just happened in the teleportation hall, watched the figure of the paladin disappear in the teleportation array.
"Would you like to go to Patrick's Fortress? There should be many humans gathered there like the paladin just now."
"Go." Muria recalled the weather-beaten face of the paladin who believed in Tyr, the god of justice, and 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 reason? What do they pray for? Isn’t it just that after death, as a devout believer, they want gods to protect their souls and enter the Kingdom of God to gain eternal life?
However, the holy warrior just now should have known what would happen if he died in rescuing the Kingdom of Bavaria: the pain of soul sinking and degradation. But even so, he still insisted on going.
Muria saw that his true belief was because Tyr was the god of justice, so he believed in Tyr, not because he believed in Tyr and followed justice.
After Muria nodded in agreement, Kaslana waved the staff in her hand, activating the power of the mage tower, and cast an eight-ring teleportation spell, taking Muria across most of Ionia and teleporting from a section of the mainland.
to the other end.
When the two dragons descended on Patrick's Fortress and just appeared in the sky above the fortress, noisy sounds reached Muria's ears, but Muria didn't pay attention to the noise below. He looked outside the fortress.
The shocking scene attracted.
A wall of gray fog that connects the sky and the earth with no beginning or end stands less than a kilometer away from the fortress, always parallel to the walls of the fortress.
In the mist, endless ghosts can be seen traveling through it, and on the land shrouded in mist, a chilling number of undead can be seen wandering around.
That fog, Muria is very familiar with, is the undead gray fog, a derivative of the nine-ring necromancy spell Undead Natural Disaster. Under its envelope, all the dead will be resurrected.
"That's the territory of the Kingdom of Bavaria!" Kaslana said after noticing Muria's gaze.
"Who are you?" At this moment, a small group of well-equipped gryphon knights slowly surrounded Muria and Kaslana. "Sign up!"
"Hmm!" Muria frowned slightly and glanced towards the wall of the fortress below. In addition to thousands of soldiers bending bows or holding spears aimed at him and Kaslana, there were also dozens of crossbows.
Cannons, and even several magic cannons were moved and aimed at them.
"Presumptuous!" Kaslana was furious when she saw that when she came here with Muria, she was surrounded by a group of humans and made an attack gesture.
Fine golden scales emerged from the corners of her eyes, and a faint shadow of a golden dragon emerged from behind her. The dragon's power that made the air freeze spread, causing the griffins to scream in panic and fear, their wings fluttering, under the dragon's power.
When you become weak and weak, you will fall down with the knight behind you.
"I am the guardian of the dawn, Kaslana!" Although she was angry, the Golden Dragon Sister still announced 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 Muria and Kaslana.
Due to geographical restrictions, this gold-level general had never heard of who the Guardians of the Dawn were, but this did not prevent him from confirming the identities of Muria and Kaslana through Longwei, two golden dragons.
Since it is a golden dragon, there is no need to be vigilant at all. So this general who may have offended someone apologized to Muria and Kaslana.
The gryphon knights quickly withdrew, and the ballistas and magic cannons below were all restored to their original positions, and all the soldiers with bent bows and spears were also removed...
"This fortress has entered the highest level of alert. It can attack at any time. If there is any disturbance, it can respond immediately." Muria padded the space ring in his hand. This is their compensation fee and looked at it.
The general's leaving figure said to Kaslana.
"The undead gray mist is so close to them. Their behavior is normal."
"Tap!" "Tap!"... The sound of uniform footsteps on the ground came. Muria looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a heavy infantry regiment forming a phalanx of a hundred people, entering the fortress.
City.
"Which round of reinforcements is this?" When Muria and Kaslana landed on a residence in the fortress, they heard some comments.
"God knows which legion this is. Ever since those fogs appeared, troops have been entering the fortress, almost without stopping!"
…
"Oh, are you hoarding strength and waiting for the Council of the Dead to retreat?" Muria heard the comments of some pedestrians below, with a hint of sarcasm on her lips.
"Muria, don't you think there are too many people in this city?" Kaslana, who was standing on a rooftop with Muria, pointed to the almost crowded streets below.
"They are all adventurers." Muria looked at the costumes of the pedestrians below and basically confirmed their identities.
"They are all here waiting for the moment when the gray fog of the undead dissipates." Kaslana showed a look of disgust on her face.
"What a disgusting act." Looking at the bustling humans below, Muria inexplicably thought of those scavenging vultures. It is a very appropriate metaphor. These adventurers and the Orb Kingdom are constantly sending legions. Isn't it just waiting?
Are the "vultures" eating the "carrion" of the Kingdom of Bavaria?
Compared with the previous paladin who pledged his armor as travel expenses and came to support the Kingdom of Bavaria, these people are disgusting...
"Another group of desperate paladins have gathered and are preparing to enter the Kingdom of Bavaria." A shout came, and the street leading to the fortress gate quickly became quiet.
Then, on this crowded street, everyone began to consciously stand on both sides, trying their best to squeeze to both sides to clear the central road.
"Tap!" "Tap!"... The sound of horse hooves trampling the ground spread in the quiet street, and an irregular cavalry team advanced on the road where adventurers were crowded into a pile and had to get out of the way.
This cavalry team of only more than 300 people can be said to be pitifully small compared to the heavy infantry regiment that just entered the city. However, this motley cavalry team, with uniform armor and weapons, has an impressive
The entire fortress has an aura of silence.
Because this is a team composed of holy warriors, each of them has at least ten kinds of magical enhancements, shining with rich magical aura.
This group of paladins, who had not known each other before today, believed in different gods and came from different countries, formed a team for the sake of justice and to save their compatriots trapped in the undead disaster.
Wherever this team of paladin passed, adventurers on both sides of the road lowered their heads and paid tribute to them.
I don't know when, an impassioned piece of music slowly sounded. When I heard the music, on both sides of the road, one bard after another took out the musical instruments they carried and joined in - this is a very popular song on the mainland.
A wide range of tunes, basically every bard knows it.
In the impassioned, majestic and solemn music, the paladins walked out of the fortress gate opened for them and entered the gray mist of the undead...