Chapter two hundred and fifty fourth old man and young man
Muria stared at the direction where the group of paladins rushed into the gray mist of the undead, and stared for a long time.
They are not strong. Muria can sense the strength of more than 300 people. Most of them are at the silver level, and only a few are at the gold level. This kind of strength is weak compared to the legendary beings of the Council of the Dead.
So pitiful.
Their act of entering the Kingdom of Bavaria to save people is the same as risking death. As long as they run into any legendary undead or lich, this team will be wiped out.
In Erathia, even for ordinary people, death is just the beginning. If these holy warriors are killed in the Kingdom of Bavaria, it will not only be as simple as death, but their souls will also be imprisoned in the undead that have lost their lives.
He lost his body and lost the opportunity to go to the Kingdom of God to live forever.
Such an end is already the worst fate in the world of Erathia, and it is the most serious and cruel punishment for ordinary people. In the eyes of the creatures in Erathia, it is basically the same as Muria being thrown into the eighteenth level of hell in her previous life.
"What do you think?" Kaslana asked in Muria's ear.
"There is still hope for humanity." A complicated smile appeared on Muria's face, "As long as humans like those paladin warriors do not disappear, humanity can continue to be passed on."
"The human race has never lacked humans like paladins." Kaslana said seriously, "So sometimes, when they ask me for help, I will respond to them."
"This time, if a church asks you..."
"I won't go." Kaslana shook her head, "No matter how much compensation they pay, they won't go even if there are human legends to support them."
"Yes!" Muria nodded to express her understanding. The golden dragon is a kind dragon, but when it knows that it will die, the golden dragon will close its eyes and remain silent.
Because of kindness, you sacrifice your life and even your soul. In the eyes of the rational mage Longyan, this is a very stupid approach. In the current Kingdom of Bavaria, even legends cannot suppress the situation.
Therefore, I was moved, shocked, and shocked. The adventurers below who made way for the paladins and the bards who had just played music to see them off were all doing what they were supposed to do now.
They are willing to respect heroes, but they are unwilling to become heroes. The price of becoming a hero is too high.
"Would you like to visit the temple?"
"Um?"
"Most of the paladins came here through the church's transmission 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, so he can only
Come through the teleportation hall."
"Then go over and 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 walked straight in.
After Kaslana showed a badge to prove her identity, she dismissed the clergy who came to question her, and took Muria familiarly into the area where the teleportation array was installed in the temple - the layout of the Temple of the Good God was similar.
After arriving here, Muria discovered that the clergy of the Dawn Temple seemed to be gathered here. Nearly a hundred clergy wearing various styles of priest robes stood in front of the teleportation array in a welcoming formation.
The leader among them is an old man in red robes, who is very eye-catching. In sharp contrast to the clergy around him who are mainly white robes, this is a soul-level red-clothed archbishop.
When Muria and Kaslana just entered the teleportation area, they stood quietly in the corner so as not to disturb the team of clergy.
Just then, "Buzz!" Among the six teleportation arrays lined up in a row, the spiritual pattern of one of the teleportation arrays lit up. In the dazzling teleportation aura, a slightly rickety figure appeared in the teleportation array.
This is an old man. The deeply sunken wrinkles on his face and the gray hair and beard can illustrate this. He is wearing a suit of armor that is extremely ill-fitting and looks empty, which makes him look a little funny.
When the teleportation aura disappeared, Muria saw the old man slowly walking out of the teleportation array with an abnormal blush on his face.
In the short time it took him to take 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.
The body that initially looked rickety gradually became as straight as a loose body. The armor that originally looked empty on his body was also supported by the gradually bulging muscles on his body and became an extremely fit-this armor was originally meant for him when he was young.
Made to fit.
Seeing the old man who was quickly returning to his youthful state, the red archbishop's face showed emotion: "Why are you doing this!"
"He is..." Muria looked at the middle-aged paladin in surprise, who was still very old when he first appeared. Now he is no longer old, with a tall figure and a face as sharp as a sword.
"He should have taken a blood-boiling potion." Kaslana took a look and explained softly for Muria: "This is a potion developed by human alchemists. After taking this potion, you will
At the cost of burning all life, return to the peak state of your life. It is generally used by warriors who are seriously injured or have exhausted blood."
"Burn all life... In other words, no matter what, he is dead?" Muria asked.
"Master Bishop, can you cast some magic spells on me to prolong my state a little longer? I don't want to die just like this after just beheading a few undead." 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 archbishop and smiled calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, magical spells fell on him one after another, drowning him in an instant. By the time the priests stopped casting spells, the figure of the paladin could no longer be seen clearly. He had turned into a bright human form.
luminous body.
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 that I have received so many priests blessing me with magic." The paladin sighed without being pretentious. He picked up the crystal bottle and drank it in one gulp, so that he could use this kind of magic of his.
Status lasts longer...
"Buzz!" Another teleportation array lit up, and in the teleportation aura, a paladin with an immature face appeared.
"What a 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 childish-faced boy standing on the teleportation array.
"Of course I'm here to fight evil and save civilians." The young man who had just grown a soft, yellowish beard on his lips answered with a serious face.
"Very good, you will definitely be an excellent paladin in the future. However, now is not the time for you to come, go back."
"I am a paladin now." The young paladin looked proud, and a dark yellow light of fighting spirit emerged on his body, "I am not weaker than you."
"You can already show your fighting spirit at a young age." The red archbishop showed a kind smile on his face and walked to the young paladin. "Child, tell me, how old are you this year?"
"I am fifteen years old this year." The young man said proudly.
"Well, you have been promoted to Silver at the age of fifteen. You are really a genius." The red archbishop smiled and patted the young man's shoulder. Then, the young man's face became stiff and he realized that he could not move.
"Put him in a solitary room and don't let him out until the evil subsides."