frightfiction Chapter 408 White Rose Knight
Chapter 408 White Rose Knight
Chapter 408 White Rose Knight
The sun on the Nuoxier Plain has become warmer, the wind has softened a lot, the sky is light blue, and a few wisps of white clouds are floating in the sky, which makes people feel comfortable.
However, the figures facing each other on the grass gradually made this cozy atmosphere dignified.
Apart from the low and inaudible breathing in the crowd, the most striking thing is the pair of surprised and playful eyes gradually revealing.
The breeze blew across the ground, and the green grass swayed gently with the wind. A few sheep who lowered their heads and gnawed on the tender grass seemed to have noticed something. They looked back at the quiet crowd vigilantly, uttered a long and deep voice, and rushed away .
Looking around, they are like balls of cotton rolling rapidly on the grass.
Thorn, who was standing in the crowd, pulled Lilia next to him, and instead of looking at each other, the girl smiled knowingly and nodded, and the two came to the last row of the crowd without a trace.
"Brother Thorne, do you know them?" The half-elf girl Lilia asked in an inaudible voice as she wrapped her fingers around a lock of hair on her chest, her bright light blue eyes stared at the dignified ranger .
"I don't know, it looks like it's from Yinsong Plain in the east of the Black Pearl Forest, and the visitor is not friendly." Thorne shook his head slightly at Lilia, then narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to look at the group of unexpected guests seriously.
A group of 18 people suddenly appeared here through the teleportation circle, the most striking of which was a human woman in full body armor standing in the front.
The human woman in the lead held a long sword with a sheath in her right hand, and stood there casually, with a pair of black eyes full of gentle smiles under her curved eyebrows.
Under the bright sunshine, her bright eyes are dignified and beautiful, strangely revealing powerful strength and sharp wisdom. What is even more noticeable is her loose black long hair, which hangs over her white and tender face and is scattered on both sides of her chest .
The only shortcoming is that the shiny armor made of iron plates and leather covering the whole body, and the scarlet cloak behind her are covered with different degrees of battle wear and tear, which makes her a bit less dignified and beautiful, but for her For no reason, it adds a bit of sass and toughness.
When Thorne noticed the dark red barbed iron glove with the fiery silver sword emblem on the human woman's left hand, he instantly recognized her identity.
This is the exclusive sacrifice of a god of war, known as: War Guard.
The iron gauntlet she wears on her left hand represents the authority of the archbishop in the Temple of Tempus, whose main duties are to manage the temple and lead the church guards.
Then, her identity should be a female player mentioned by Sarayan and Carlos: Archbishop Aleena.
The archbishop and the two were students of the same period of the War College.
Thorne heard the two briefly mention this matter, and they left directly after successfully inauguration as the war lord, but the archbishop studied for half a year and became a follower of the god of war, Tempus.
Today, the identity of the archbishop is undoubtedly revealing her powerful strength to everyone silently.
The five people standing behind Archbishop Alienara were very similar to her in appearance, they were also heavily worn armor and broken scarlet cloaks swaying in the wind.
This is a habit of the believers of the God of War. Worn armor represents their strong will to fight.
This special habit makes them not easily remove their armor at any time except for important ceremonies held before the battle.
However, the special badges on the chests of these five people caught Thorn's attention again.
The emblem is a rusty brown dagger pointing to the upper right corner, dripping four drops of blood.
As we all know, the Church of the God of War has many affiliated organizations.
Two of the most notable organizations are the Broken Blades and the Tusks.
The Broken Blade is an honor bestowed upon warriors and clergymen who have been wounded in battle and are no longer able to serve the God of War on the front lines.
Members of this organization usually assume auxiliary duties in the temple. When joining the club, they will make a personal oath to become the last line of defense of the temple and swear to guard the holy place where they live.
If all the Broken Blades in the Temple of Tempus are mobilized, it means that the entire temple is in the deadliest crisis.
The Fangs are an elite regiment within the church, whose members are often assigned to the most dangerous positions.This also led to the fact that the members of each team of the Tusk Regiment are all battle-tested clergymen and fighters with the strongest combat effectiveness.
And the badges worn by the five people behind Archbishop Alenara showed that their identities were from the Fangs, the most powerful organization in the temple.
Thorne then shifted his gaze to the other four people who kept a certain distance from the priests of the God of War.
These four young men were all wearing bright standard armor, milky white cloaks, and a white rose emblem on their left shoulders. They looked more like members of a knight order.
When Thorn turned his eyes to the people dressed as adventurers behind him again, he was slightly surprised.
He saw an acquaintance.
A dual-blade monk who had met him once, according to Anderina, let him know that the advanced profession of this elven monk was a wild dancing monk.
The moment Thorne locked his eyes on himself, the indifferent elf monk's keen intuition made him instantly sense the ranger's gaze from the crowd.
When the elven monk saw Thorne's face, he was startled indifferently, and then immediately recognized his identity, then smiled and nodded to him.
Seeing this, Thorne nodded slightly in return.
Except for a mountain dwarf in heavy armor carrying a giant ax and shield, what confused Thorne the most was a woman covered in a large black robe.
When he moved his gaze to the black-robed woman, the sharp sword hanging around his waist trembled slightly.
It can be seen from this that the occupation of this black-robed woman is absolutely inseparable from the devil or demon.
From the appearance of this group of uninvited guests to the confrontation between the two sides, Thorne immediately felt that when the people in Fallstown, Twilight Town, and Iron Horse Town looked at them, they were slightly surprised at first, and then the eyes of both sides began to become unfriendly.
This atmosphere of unkind eyes on both sides reminded him of the classic scene in the game where a gang fight between guilds is about to start.
Of course, usually in this kind of situation, both parties will first choose to talk trash to each other and use their excellent eloquence, and then when one party cannot scold the other party, they will take the lead in attacking, eventually turning into a scene of chaotic fighting.
However, these people seem to have restrained themselves very well, except for the occasional sparks in their eyes and their hands involuntarily touching their weapons, they didn't do anything out of the ordinary.
Obviously, after such a long time, those who can survive have their own rules of survival, and most people are no longer just ignorant youths and brats.
"Sarayan, Carlos, it seems that you don't welcome old friends."
The archbishop Alianna was the first to break the silence. She took two steps forward under the watchful eyes of everyone, with a mysterious smile on her face.
"Welcome friends from the Black Pearl Forest to the Emerald Field." Sarayan bowed casually, but his movements were so perfunctory that the members of the Tusk Group behind Alianna frowned involuntarily. .
"The beauty is second only to wisdom, and the Archbishop of the Temple of War, Ms. Alenara, is able to visit the Emerald Field in person. We are naturally too late to welcome you. It's a pity that you have seen that our backcountry is not as good as your magnificent temple, and the hospitality is not good enough. In the place, I still look at Haihan."
Carlos bowed casually to the archbishop in front of him with a smile on his face, his gesture was as perfunctory as Sarajan's, and some members of the Tusk Group clenched their fists in anger.
"Hmph! Sure enough, it's the troublesome people who came out of the poor mountains and rivers. Look at your embarrassed appearance. You look like savages from the mountains." A knight in a white cloak saw the reckless behavior of the two, and couldn't help but snorted coldly. Carlos sarcastically said:
"A group of arrogant and arrogant people, do you know what you are like now? What you do is as disgusting as lice in a sheepskin coat. A group of lice try to dominate a sheepskin coat, and you don't feel it. Ridiculous?"
When everyone heard the words, they all showed anger, and all their unfriendly eyes were fixed on the White Rose Knight, and they had the urge to directly strike if there was a disagreement.
"We are lice in sheepskin coats, so what are you?" Before Carlos could speak, the savage personality Howe rushed out first, mocking White Rose Knight in an almost uncontrollable tone:
"Noble lice? The dog licking the king's knees? Slave? The pariah? Or the lackey of the nobles and gods who kneel more frequently than your own parents?"
"Look, who is this?" Seeing the savage personality Hao who came out, the White Rose Knight pretended to be surprised, as if seeing a pure saint dancing in an apron in front of everyone seemed incredible:
"You are still alive. I thought you had already turned into the feces in the belly of a goblin in the Emerald Field. Let me guess, if you turned into feces, it must be the smelliest kind, you say I guess right?"
"You son of a bitch, have you seen that black locust tree? If you can't control your disobedient tongue, I will definitely hang you on it, and let the vicious vultures eat up all your dirty flesh Clean." The savage personality Hao looked cold, pointed at the White Rose Knight and said coldly.
"Gehao, don't be so irritable. Everyone who comes is a guest. We can't be so rude to the guests." Carlos patted the broad shoulders of the barbarian, motioned him to back away, and then looked at the indifferent knight. He also casually bowed and saluted perfunctorily:
"It turned out to be a noble knight. I really can't imagine that you have such patience to persuade us lice and listen to our lice so carefully. Well, I don't know this kind and honorable white rose knight My lord licks... Who is it that swore allegiance?"
"White Rose Elite Knights of Seput City." When the indifferent and arrogant knight mentioned 'White Rose', he deliberately emphasized his tone, as if the country bumpkin in front of him didn't know the petals on his shoulders.
"Oh, it turned out to be the White Rose Elite Knights." Carlos did not correct his mistake, but showed a feigned surprise expression, and then said with a smirk:
"I heard that the procedure to become a White Rose Knight has been very difficult recently. You have to pay three thousand shiny gold coins of perfect quality to the treasury of the City Lord's Mansion, so..."
Carlos deliberately paused while speaking, and looked at Sarayan next to him with meaningful eyes.
"That's why this noble knight order is filled with a group of brainless upstarts." Sarayan glanced at the calm archbishop Alenala, looked at the White Rose Knight whose face was gradually turning pale, and said with a smile:
"Apart from a few stinky money, what else do you have? Honorable Lord Rose, or am I making a mistake?"
"Brother Sarayan, of course you are mistaken, although the Knights of the White Rose, which is praised by the world in Seput City, will not easily teach them martial arts." Carlos retorted loudly:
"However, after joining the Knights, the most basic manners of bowing and bowing will still be taught. Do you think I am right? Honorable Lord White Rose Knight. Huh? Why did your face become so ugly? Am I mistaken too?"
"A group of bereaved dogs in the Emerald Field dare to insult the honor of the Knights!" The White Rose Knight threw the cloak behind him, revealing a gorgeous carved breastplate trimmed with gold and copper, and said coldly:
"Carlos Sarayan, today we will settle our old and new enmities together. I will use your blood to cleanse your insult to the Knights. Come on! Let's have a glorious duel!"
The other three white rose knights who remained silent all the time looked at each other, and one of them immediately stepped forward, holding the shoulder of the impulsive companion silently with one hand, and tightly grasped his hand that was about to draw his sword with the other hand Elbow, the force on the hand made the armored gloves creak.
So this impulsive white rose knight, who was like a raging bull, couldn't get rid of these two big iron-clamp hands no matter how hard he struggled.
"Then, Archbishop Aleena of the God of War, do you have anything to say? Or can his meaning represent yours?" Sarayan glanced at the furious White Rose Knight disdainfully, Looking at Aleena with a calm expression.
The beautiful archbishop still had a gentle smile on his face, and was watching the farce with great interest, as if it had nothing to do with her.
When she heard Sarayang's voice, she immediately came back to her senses, and once again showed a mysterious smile, which seemed to carry thousands of meanings: "Don't you people in the Emerald Field still be afraid of a white man?" Rose Knight?"
"Can I think you're trying to disgust us on purpose? When I saw him, it was like seeing a toad lying on the back of my feet." Sarayang's tone was cold.
"This was just an accident. I swear in the name of the God of War. I didn't know there was such a ridiculous grievance between you. I'm very sorry. I came here with good intentions."
Archbishop Alejana shrugged helplessly at Sarajan, looked at the person holding White Rose Knight, and said, "Let him go first."
The knight immediately let go of his elbow upon hearing this, and then stepped back, standing with the other two knights and continued to maintain silence.
The White Rose Knight, who loosened the pressure on his elbows, shook his cloak angrily, glanced at Carlos and Sarayan coldly, and walked towards the rear of the team silently.
"Who am I? It turned out to be a super big licking dog that I couldn't lick in Winter City. With your virtue, you still want to be a rich woman?" At this time, an elf bard with light green short hair walked away. He came out, looked at the White Rose Knight, and smiled openly:
"I'll give you a suggestion. If you want to earn money from a rich woman, you should practice basic skills first. The specific method is to take a piece of pork, stuff a coin inside, put it outside for a few days in hot weather, and then hook it out with your tongue. Believe me, wait If you have mastered this skill, you will definitely be overwhelmed by the secluded wives in Seput City, which is much more popular than you, the white rose knight."
"Green-haired dog, do you mean that you have already learned the tentacle tongue?" The white rose knight turned around and sneered, looking at the poet for fun.
"Then I won't worry about you, the noble white rose knight." The bard said with a smile indifferently:
"Seeing your handsome appearance, I seem to see some arrogant guy who was kicked out of the bar like a dog again. Oh, yes, how do you say that, let me think about it, right, right, It seems to be: what are you afraid of, can't I fucking raise you? I don't know that I am like a clown in front of others, why..."
"Enough! You talk too much nonsense." The poet was talking happily when someone slapped him on the shoulder. The merciless blow almost made his thin body fall to the ground.
The poet grinned and rubbed his unconscious shoulder. He could clearly feel that his arm was no longer his own. Annoyed, he immediately turned around and said, "You...what are you doing?"
"Your mouth is too cheap, and you talk too much nonsense." Sensing that something was wrong, Thorne glanced at the bard coldly.
The poet shrank his eyes in fright, and while rubbing his shoulders, he kept silent.
"A slut pretending to be noble, I'm afraid he would have died in the ruins of Winter City long ago. This kind of person deserves his death!" Immediately afterwards, the white-faced white rose knight who was scolded by the poet gloated.
As soon as the words fell, Thorne walked up to the White Rose Knight expressionlessly, and while wearing a pair of iron gloves that he had just snatched from Jarod, he said calmly to the White Rose Knight: "Could it be that so long has passed, Haven't you learned what it means to bring misfortune out of your mouth?"
Seeing Thorne approaching the White Rose Knight silently, Sarayan and Carlos glared coldly at the low-mouthed bard. They wanted to stop them, but they didn't know how to persuade them.
Everyone on the Black Pearl Forest side watched the ranger warily, and most of them involuntarily touched the weapons hanging on their bodies.
"Who... are you?" Facing the ranger who suddenly appeared, Knight White Rose was startled, his lips trembled slightly, and his body took two steps back as if uncontrollably.
Because in his impression, he didn't seem to know this ranger who appeared by his side inexplicably, and he looked very unkind.
"You can't be that bitch..." The White Rose Knight, who finally realized what the problem was, hadn't finished speaking when he saw the ranger waving his worn iron gloves and appearing in his tightly locked pupils.
"boom!"
A fist with a studded glove instantly hit the White Rose Knight's mouth, his lips split like a crushed cherry, and scarlet liquid flowed out.
"boom!"
Thorn withdrew his hand and hit the same part again, only then did he feel that the anger in his heart eased a lot. He felt that the people on both sides were not so fuel-efficient.
The white rose knight howling in pain raised one foot in the air, turned the other foot half a circle on the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth, and fell on his back on the grass that exudes the fragrance of earth.
(End of this chapter)