Chapter 126 The Paladin of Alfheim

Elder Bassong also heard the sound of horseshoes, and turned around vigilantly. At the end of his line of sight, a group of cavalry rushed out through the woods. The twelve knights were all wearing silver gleaming breastplates, with long swords and stainless steel kite shields painted with the sun's coat of arms hanging on both sides of their saddles— They are clearly the elite cavalry belonging to the Alfheim Colonial Legion of the Holy Ashean Empire!

The leading knight was tall and handsome, and the not-so-thick mustache around his lips made the young officer look older and more stable than his actual age. The mithril breastplate and the sword in his hand, which contained scorching magic power, complemented each other.

This extraordinary knight reined in the reins, and the snow-white celestial horse under his crotch raised its hooves and neighed, attracting the attention of both sides in the forest.

"I, George Vasa, Major of the Cavalry of the Colonial Legion of Alfheim, I implore all honorable gentlemen, for the sake of the gods, to lay down your arms for the time being!" The knight's loud voice echoed in the forest, "After that, I will Listen patiently to both of you about the reasons for the conflict! I swear in the name of my lord, Ms. Timothy, that I will give both of you ample opportunity to defend yourself, and I will uphold justice to judge right and wrong, so that justice can be done and evil can be punished! Please! May I be granted the honor of imparting justice?"

Hearing this upright paladin reveal his identity and express his desire for the two sides to suspend the conflict, the Tyndall brothers and Tom both heaved a sigh of relief, put down their weapons obediently, and expressed their acceptance of his mediation. Elder Bassoon on the opposite side had a gloomy expression, and he hurriedly made gestures to prepare for spells.

"Lizardman, stop your spellcasting immediately, or we will regard it as a hostile provocation!" Beside Major Vasa, a knight who looked younger sternly shouted, raising his hand and waving an awl The beam of light showed every detail of the old shaman's body.

Elder Bassoon was taken aback, suspended his spellcasting and retreated into the bushes to hide. However, the holy light of the detection camp followed like a shadow, causing a dazzling red light to glow all over his body, and the evil aura could not be hidden.

The bush where Joan lived was only ten yards away from Elder Basson's hiding place. He clearly saw the red light emerging from the opponent's body, and immediately realized that the young knight was releasing the professional skill "Detection Camp" of "Paladin" on Elder Basson. ", and Elder Bassoon's scarlet aura under the light of the holy light shows that his evil will has reached a level comparable to that of demons.

Seeing this scene, Major George Vassar and the young partner beside him all darkened their faces, and the eyes they looked at the old lizardman became extraordinarily cold.

Elder Bassoon seemed to sense the surge of hostility in the other party's eyes, and waved his wand first to summon two violent black bears, which stood in front of him as a meat shield, and then cast spells to prepare to attack first.

Major Vassar raised the sword named "Flame Tongue" and ordered without looking back: "Captain Daniel, I will leave the two bears to you, and the rest of the brothers will be responsible for protecting the boys in the forest—Nelson ,dash forward!"

Major Vasa shook the reins lightly with his left hand, and the celestial steed named "Nelson" under him neighed, rushing straight towards Elder Bassoon like a silver lightning bolt.

Fear caused the lizardman shaman's pupils to shrink sharply, barely maintaining his focus on casting spells, and released the "entanglement technique" before the celestial horse approached, summoning vines dancing wildly everywhere to block the path of Major Vasa's charge.

The paladin's face was stern, and he lifted the reins suddenly, and the steed under his crotch had a heart-to-heart, and jumped up suddenly, flying across the vine-covered area. Major Vasa raised his sword high and slashed at Elder Bassoon's head in the air.

Cursing, the old shaman shrank his head and dodged, and hastily raised the only weapon in his hand—the summoning wand—over his head to block the slash.

The sword slashed down with the momentum of the charge, easily split the slender wand, cut through Elder Basson's cloak and close-fitting soft armor, and tore a deep bone-reaching wound on his chest. The moment the sword edge touched the flesh and blood, raging flames spewed out, instantly scorching the wound until it sizzled, exuding a pungent burnt smell.

Elder Bassong was like a scarecrow blown up by a strong wind. He fell and hit a tree before bouncing back. His face twisted and twitched due to the severe pain. His hands tightly covered the scorched wound that was constantly spurting blood, and his dim eyes stared at the opposite side. The paladin in silver armor and riding a white horse with a sword had resentment and fear alternately in his eyes. He knew very well that the other party would not give him another chance to counterattack with spells, and staying here would only lead to death. He used the last bit of energy to activate "Natural Transformation", and the seriously injured body quickly distorted and transformed into a night owl flapping its wings. to the branches.

George Vasa frowned, put his sword back into its sheath, and reached out to pick up the crossbow hanging on the side of the saddle. However, under the heavy obstruction of the dense branches, he was not sure whether he could hit the night owl flying high with one blow.

At this moment, a slender fire snake spewed out from under the big tree where Elder Basong lived, igniting the feathers of the unsuspecting Night Owl, and falling down screaming. A figure of a young man emerged from the bushes, holding a knife in his right hand, supporting the ground with his left hand, and dragging his dislocated legs, he rushed towards the night owl rolling under the tree to fight the fire. He stabbed Ye Xiao in the chest fiercely and nailed it to the grass.

The night owl soon stopped struggling, and the corpse transformed into a charred black lizard man. Joan turned over with support, and lay on his back next to Elder Basson's corpse that smelled like barbecue, his chest heaved violently, his sweat-soaked black hair stuck to his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper.

George Vassar stared at Joan, surprised at his forbearance and ferocity. Captain Daniel pulled out his sword from the back of the last black bear, whistled at the dying young mage lying on the grass, and praised with a smile: "This little guy really has such a bit of killer temperament, Mr. Major, these boys are not like They are ordinary travelers, I am very curious what they want to come here after traveling all the way here?"

Contrary to the cheerful and talkative Captain Daniel, Major Vasa seemed to be a cautious man. He didn't talk deeply about the topic Daniel raised, and said in a deep voice: "The little mage seems to be seriously injured, Daniel, you go Help him heal, and I'll go and see how the others are doing."

"Obey, my sir." Captain Daniel clenched his right fist across his chest, smiled and saluted his superior and friend as an imperial military salute, then flew off his horse, ran to Joan, and gently touched his cheek, like a sapphire. The clear and charming eyes showed concern from the heart, "Mr. Master, don't worry, I will help you heal your wounds and relieve your pain."

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