Chapter 122: Kalia and Faor (2)

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"Your honorable priest, I am the current commander-in-chief of the Silver Hand, the Paladin, Saidan Dathrohan! Now, please state your name. Then, please take off your hood as A believer in the Holy Light, I think you should show your true colors instead of hiding yourself behind the darkness!"
　　 Among the crowd of onlookers, Dathrohan was holding the huge silver two-handed warhammer in his hand, and his body had begun to stimulate the power of the Holy Light.
　　 Those golden rays of light are lingering on his body and warhammer. As a powerful veteran Paladin, Dathrohan is now in a state of combat, ready to launch a fatal attack on the enemy.
　　Originally, just in the tent, Dathrohan couldn't sit still after hearing the Will knight talk about a powerful priest at the bishop level.
　　 Therefore, he rushed over here with a few followers in the first time. He must come to confirm in person, he sees, this priest here is the same as Will Knight said!
　　 This matter is very important to their Silver Hand or to the army of General Garithus! They really need a strong priest, especially a holy priest who specializes in healing!
　　Although, as a Paladin, their light can also be used for healing, but compared to those professional priests, their light is not enough.
After all, the holy light on their paladins is more focused on fighting. After years of battle, the energy form of their holy light will be too violent and aggressive, only from the healing and soothing effects. Above all, it is far less pure than the gentle light of the pastors.
　　 They had good luck this time. As soon as they found this place, they ran into the pastor they wanted to find, who was treating a wounded refugee camp soldier.
　　 When he glanced over, Dathrohan knew that they had really picked up the treasure this time. The other party was indeed a powerful priest. The light of that level was absolutely impossible to fake!
　　 But Dathrohan was not in a hurry to bother him. After all, the priest is now calling the Holy Light to treat the wounded. It would be very rude to interrupt the treatment of a priest in the past, and it would be disgusting! Therefore, a few of them just stood on the side and waited quietly.
　　 But, after carefully observing the other party for a while, Dathrohan finally found a lot of things wrong. The priest in front of him, the more he frowned, the more he looked, the more he should doubt it...
First of all, let’s take a look at the other party’s current clothes. Here, due to the relative concentration of fire elements, in this flame canyon, in such a place where the temperature is comparable to the hot summer, why does the other party dress so tightly? Strictly? Look, not only wearing a robe and a hood, but also wearing a face towel? Even the eyes are hidden behind the scarves and dare not leak out?
　　Well, if you talk about the quirks of this family, Dathrohan doesn't want to say anything, after all, everyone has their own habits. But why does the opponent wear gloves even with both hands? With a robe, hood and gloves, the whole body is tightly wrapped. In this sultry Grand Canyon, this is definitely not a quirk that can be explained. This person must have a problem!
Secondly, look at the body shape of the opponent again. Since Dathrohan came here, the opponent has been crocking his waist. Whether it is walking or standing, the opponent has always been like that. It looks too much like him. Those zombies who passed away! Of course, this can also be attributed to the fact that the other party is an old man, which is not too strange.
　　 But in the end, and the most important thing, after he perceives it carefully, Dathrohan actually feels something wrong under the surging light of the opponent! This person in front of him, this pastor, felt very strange to him! Under the other side’s holy light, he not only couldn’t feel the slightest breath of life from the other side, but also made him feel a bit unnatural. Under his perception, the person in front of him was like a dead person. General...
　　 It is precisely because of this abnormal perception that Dathrohan feels that the old priest in front of him definitely has a problem! The more he looked, the more he felt that the other party seemed to be an undead?
　　 But... if the opponent is an undead, how can he still use the Holy Light? Things like undead should be destroyed directly by the Holy Light...This is very unreasonable, very unreasonable! Moreover, Dathrohan felt very contradictory! A strange sense of violation!
　　 So, after struggling for a long time, after waiting until the other party finally finished treating the wounded, Dathrohan finally couldn't help stepping forward.
　　 He must figure this out! If he doesn't understand this matter, he will feel that there is something wrong with his faith. There is a... undead who uses the Holy Light? How can this be? The undead is evil, and the holy light is bright and just, how can the two be mixed? How could it exist at the same time?
Now, he has to figure it out no matter what, he even faintly hopes that this is actually just something wrong with his own perception. The other party is hiding under the robe and hood, maybe... Just a hunched old man with a quirk?
　　 Therefore, because of this, Dathrohan summoned the Holy Light, made a fighting posture, and planned to threaten the opponent, and also asked the opponent to take off his hood to show his true colors.
"Dear Pastor, I repeat it again! Please take off your hood and let me see your true face. If... if I guess wrong, I will apologize and apologize to you immediately. of!"
　　 The refugees who were onlookers originally saw Dathrohan's pedestrian persecuting a respected priest and old man, and then they came to support them. They originally planned to drive away the soldiers who came here to make trouble.
　　 But when they heard of Da Sohan's self-reported identity, they had to be silent. Here, none of them dared to directly confront a senior officer of Lordaeron. What's more, the other party just asked to see the face of the old priest. They were actually quite curious about this fact.
　　 "...I'm sorry, because I was ruined by the fire, and I was afraid that it would scare you to dress like this, so...Please go back, I am very tired today."
　　 The archbishop in his robe and hood sighed in his heart, and now Alonthos Faor knew that today, he is likely to reveal his true identity as an undead.
　　 The Saidan Dathrohan in front of him was not only Faor's most proud disciple, but also a very powerful Paladin. And myself, it is very likely that I can't hide it...Looking at the other party's now determined expression, he must have sensed the identity of his undead?
　　 Alas... I shouldn't have to go out today...
　　 Now, the reason why the other party didn’t directly attack it, I’m afraid it’s just that he still has doubts about his ability to use the Holy Light, right?
　　Think about it, if I didn’t personally summon the Holy Light, even Faor himself wouldn’t believe that even an undead could use the Holy Light? Heh... It's really good fortune, he didn't expect at all that, today, he will face his once most proud and favorite disciple as an undead...
"Your Excellency, please rest assured, I have been fighting on the battlefield for many years. What kind of situation has I not seen? A little burn still can not scare me! Please Mr. Pastor, please take off your hood, as long as it is not what I imagined In that case, I will apologize to you immediately!"
　　 Hearing the opponent's refusal, coupled with the hoarse and unique voice of the opponent just now, Dathrohan can now determine the opponent's true identity. It must be correct. Although he himself is not willing to believe it, all signs have shown that the old priest in front of him is definitely an undead!
　　 "……"
"Hey! I said, Commander Dathrohan! Isn't it a bit too much for you to embarrass a respected old pastor like this? Everyone has already said it! That is because of the burns, so it is not convenient to see. People! What is this called? Oh! By the way, this is what you noble lords say-privacy! Now, why are you so reluctant?"
The old John on the side finally couldn’t stand it anymore. As a famous paladin and military leader, Dathrohan was still the commander-in-chief of the Silver Hand. Now, you are embarrassing an old priest here. Is it true? Besides, the pastor of the family has just treated his brother, and he must now stand up and speak for others.
"Sorry! John, this matter has nothing to do with you! I advise you not to come over and do nosy! Moreover, in my opinion, he is definitely not as simple as being burned by fire! If he is burned and disfigured and does not want to see people, then... Now, he took off his gloves and let me look at his hand, just look at his palm. Isn't this request too much?"
　　 Dathrohan snorted coldly, held his warhammer tightly with both hands, and began to pour holy light into the weapon.
　　 If this person does not even dare to agree to this request, then the other party must be the same as he thought. If that is the case, he will force a shot and directly expose the other party's true identity! No matter what the other party's purpose is, Dathrohan will never allow an undead to enter the human race!
　　 "I'm really sorry, I have some strange disease, it's a bit inconvenient to expose directly to the air..."
　　 Faor was silent for a while, shook his head again, and refused Dathrohan's request.
　　 "Huh! I guess... it's not inconvenient, but I dare not? Maybe I can use the Holy Light to help you? Our Paladin's cleaning technique can cure many diseases!"
Holding his two-handed warhammer with blazing golden holy light, the Paladin Dathrohan began to stride forward. He did not intend to wrestle with the opponent anymore. The priest's purification technique is more effective in curing diseases than the Paladin Yes, dare to use disease to shirk?
　　 Still trying to trick him with such a poor interface? Therefore, it is better to attack directly now, as long as the ridiculous disguise of the other party is torn off, everything will be revealed, which is more powerful than any language!
　　 "Stop! Your Excellency Dathrohan! I warn you, this is Flame Canyon, if you dare to mess around, I will call the fire element to support!"
　　 Old John saw Dathrohan preparing to do it, and quickly stepped forward to cross between the two, blocking each other and shouting.
　　 He knows that these priests, father and daughter, were rescued by the fire demon. Maybe it has something to do with the fire demon? In case this pastor is injured by the opponent, if the fire monsters pursue it, he can't help it!
Moreover, no matter what, as the camp guard here, it will be built into a small town in the future. As the future mayor of Flame Town, he will never allow Dathrohan to use force here. of!
　　 "Mr. Pastor, or..., just take off your gloves and let him have a look?"
　　 John also understands that his own little skill will definitely not be the opponent of this Dathrohan Paladin. You must know that they are one of the most powerful beings in the human kingdom! It seems... or the only remaining Chief Paladin?
Therefore, after stopping the opponent’s offensive line, he quickly turned around and persuaded him. He didn’t want the human beings to have infighting here again, and he didn’t want to invite the fire monsters to help calm the chaos. not good!
　　 "……"
Faor was silent. She would never take off the gloves. Now Faor’s whole body is about to become a dry corpse. Once he takes off his gloves, his skeleton-like hands can’t hide from others. ! Therefore, he could only take two steps back silently, and he didn't know what to do now.
"See? John, he doesn't even dare to take off his gloves now! If my perception is not wrong, he might... not a normal human at all! Then, let me force his true colors now! "
　　 "Besides, please don't worry, I will never hurt him until I see him hiding under the hood! Because... I suspect that he is a dead..."
Before he finished speaking, he ignored the astonished old John. After seeing the priest preparing to retreat into the house, Dathrohan hurried forward and swung his holy light sledgehammer on the opponent’s hood. He decided to act first, and then directly expose the true face of the undead.
　　 "Trial!"
　　 Following Dathrohan’s roar, a golden warhammer made of golden light suddenly appeared from the air and slammed directly on the opponent’s head...
　　Power Word: Shield
Without even thinking about it, Faor directly put on himself a high-level shield made of golden light, which immediately blocked Dathrohan’s attack. After the two lights collided, they were composed of light. The golden warhammer quickly disappeared without a trace.
　　 "Huh! At this point, you still want to resist?"
Dathrohan jumped up abruptly, holding his warhammer in both hands. Under the infusion of his powerful holy light, the silver-white two-handed warhammer began to flourish, like a small golden sun. .
　　The ruling of the Templars!
　　 Now, he wants to use the striking skills of this powerful holy light weapon to break the opponent's shield in one go, and then uncover the opponent's disguise!
　　 is just an undead, still dare to stand up to his Dathrohan knight? He wants to let the other party know that no matter what the purpose is, if an undead dares to pretend to sneak into humans, it must pay a price!
　　 "Mom!"
　　 Seeing Dathrohan actually jumped over him and attacked forcibly, Old John yelled out of anger, took up his shield and weapon, and charged directly.
　　 Now, anyway, he is going to help this old priest. If the other party treats himself with a shield in time, perhaps, this old warrior can also play a trick with this chief paladin?
It's a pity...Old John didn't master too many uses of anger. He was just halfway through the charge when he was stunned by a hammer of sanction. One staggered and stood unsteadily, and he fell directly into the mud on the side. I can't stand up for a while...
　　 "No~! Please stop! Please don't fight again!"
When Dathrohan jumped up and was about to initiate the Templar's verdict, and smashed down with a hammer, a thin and thin body rushed up regardless of the danger, and spread her weak arms to protect the body of the hooded priest. Before, he stopped the huge warhammer that Dathrohan was about to smash.
　　 "Please get out of here now! Madam! The person behind you, his identity is not as simple as you seem!"
After seeing a young female student blocking his attacking route, in order to prevent accidental injury, Dathrohan had to stop and forcibly interrupted the skills that were about to go down, but he still held the warhammer filled with holy light and used it. In the harshest tone, he warned the little girl who knew nothing about life and death.
　　 "I know! I know everything you say! But... please don't hurt him again!"
Kalia sipped the tears in her eyes and raised her head to look at the tall and majestic Dathrohan. At this time, a breeze blew away her blond hair covering half of her face, so that Dathrohan could finally see her clearly. A face full of tears.
　　 "You...you are...ka...ka...?"
　　 When he could see the true appearance of the young woman in front of him, Dathrohan was stunned. Even the golden warhammer held high in his hand dissipated the energy and slowly let it go.
　　 At this moment, his Dathrohan’s face is full of incredible and shocked and mixed with a complex expression of ecstasy. Under such excitement, even what he said has begun to become stammer...
　　 "Yes! I am! But please stop talking, and don't hurt him anymore, please..."
Protecting the Archbishop Faor behind him, and seeing that the Paladin finally put away his terrifying warhammer, Kalya finally covered her tear-soaked cheeks with her hands, twitched her shoulders, and started to lower. Crying...
　　 "……"
Dathrohan looked down at the sobbing lady who had been slumped on the ground, and then at the hooded priest who was still silent behind her. The expression on his face began to change constantly. In the end, he seemed to want to understand. What happened.
So, after sighing heavily, Dathrohan leaned on his warhammer and knelt down, and at the same time stretched out his hand and gently lifted up the very distinguished lady in front of him. For all of them who are still alive in Lordaeron, She is an existence that no one can replace, worthy of their lives to protect!
　　 "I will follow your will... My Highness..."
Dathrohan used the inaudible voice of others to say ~EbookFREE.me~ For Dathrohan, compared to this lady, everything just now has become less important, that He didn't want to care about whether the pastor was a dead spirit or not.
　　 This must be the pity of the Holy Light, never expected that Dathrohan would find her here again!
Now, Dathrohan only wants to do one thing, to guard with all his strength next to this lady who is of great importance to Lordaeron. No one can hurt her from his hand, with the hand of silver. In the name of the Holy Light!
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　　 "Your Majesty, are you really not going to take care of it there?"
In the distance, on the steps of the Fire Queen’s palace gate, the Queen’s maid, Lana, is standing with her Queen Anne on the high steps, watching the group of people who are gathering at the edge of the human camp and making trouble .
　　 Just now, Lana was about to fight when she saw her opponent! That big man with a hammer is going to beat the kind old priest? That knight must be a bad guy, right?
　　 "What do you care about! Are they all right now? It's boring!"
　　 After speaking, Annie turned around and went back to the palace. cut! Originally, Little Annie still wanted to continue to watch the lively, a human paladin fighting a powerful undead priest. Just thinking about it makes people feel very emotional! It’s just that, now it’s estimated that there is no more fun to watch again, what a pity!
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　　 more than 8,000 words, after thinking about it, let’s divide it into two chapters. Anyway, it is sent out at the same time, it should not affect the reading