Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"Impossible..." Ludin murmured, "Impossible!"

To others, this sounded like an answer to the King of Sand's question, saying that it was impossible for Seta to rashly move out - which was indeed the case.

As he revealed to the King of Sand, the crisis of the overrun of dead bees has not been completely resolved, but there are other 'helpers' to suppress it.

However, only Ludin himself knows.

Who is he saying this to.

The young scavenger with white hair like the moon and playful eyes seemed to have reappeared in front of Ludin after many years. He looked at him quietly across the crowd with his eyes as before.

As hateful as ever.

And so daunting.

"No!" Ludin suddenly swept away the glasses on the table and poured water and wine on the floor.

He stepped back in panic, almost tripping over the seat.

"Lord Ludin!" The priests and saints quickly stepped forward to support him, but were pushed away by this man with the strength of a paladin, and they fell to the ground together.

"War level, war level..." He murmured and couldn't help but hold his head, "Lu Meng, Lu Beiyou, Lu Meng, Lu Beiyou..."

My whole head feels like a splitting headache.

Memories that I didn't want to recall came flooding back.

The hub was destroyed by Shagar. Ludin had been incognito as a high-level paladin for so many years. Finally, he waited for the day of judgment. He only had to sacrifice those guilty people to rebirth, and then he could return to his hometown in glory with the Holy Light, and at the same time go one step further... …

As a result, he was overturned by that person.

Forget it, after finally cheering up, he unexpectedly learned the news about that person and seized the opportunity for revenge again...

Hope, like a bubble, was ruthlessly crushed.

king of the swamp,

War grade.

Not to mention revenge, I don’t know when the other party has climbed to a position that he can only look up to for the rest of his life - Ludin considered the insignificant possibility that revenge failed and he would die in the hands of the other party... But the real reality is more It's hard for him to accept!

He would rather draw his sword on the battlefield and die in a dignified 300-round duel as a paladin.

But in fact, even if it really happens.

It's just that he died in vain - even if he died, he would not be as good as the other party in other aspects, and his death would be meaningless.

This is an all-round crushing.

Auckland...why are you doing this to me?

Could it be that I have really been abandoned by you...

"Bah."

A string suddenly broke in Ludin's mind.

"Hahaha, this is impossible!" He understood, pointed at the King of Sand and smiled, "You are lying to me, right?"

"For this negotiation, you inquired about my background in advance and knew that I had such an enemy... and then you used it to lie to me! You made up some bullshit about the king of the swamp and the level of war, just to increase your bargaining chips!"

"King of Sand, this is no longer interesting."

"Lord Ludin..." The priests of the Holy Kingdom looked at him blankly, not knowing whether to persuade or to help.

Sand King also looked at him, looking directly into Ludin's red eyes.

The difference was that there was a hint of indescribable emotion in King Sand's eyes.

It seemed like mercy.

"Your Majesty," he said, "you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" Ludin was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then said angrily, "I won't be deceived by you bandits!"

"Let me guess..." Ludin looked around and suddenly walked towards the back room of the hall, "Have you already caught the man named Lu and used him in exchange for chips... Yes, a scavenger. That’s it, it’s not easy for you sand bandits...get out of the way!”

He looked at the sand bandit standing in front of him and shouted angrily.

Then it turned into a smile: "Haha, it seems I really guessed it right."

"Our Lord Inquisitor is really drunk," the King of Sand sighed, stood up and left, "Send off guests!"

The priests and saints had long been frightened and overwhelmed by this strange scene. They were relieved when they heard King Sand's expulsion order and were about to drag Ludin out.

"You and him are in the same group! You and Lu are working together to deceive me..." Ludin suddenly pulled out a Holy Chosen combat cleaver and raised it above his head in the posture of a knight with a heavy sword, his eyes full of Hatred, "If you dare to be with him... I will kill you!"

The sand bandits stood in front of King Sand one after another, with their swords unsheathed and their powerful crossbows cocked.

With the strength of a high-level paladin, even without armor, attacking the Sand King is still a great threat.

"Ludin, are you crazy!" a bandit leader shouted angrily, "This is not your holy country, and this is not a place for you to run wild!"

The envoys from the Holy Kingdom also quickly stepped forward to hold Ludin.

Just as Ludin was struggling to break away, a "clang" sound suddenly came from the hall, drawing his eyes straight towards it.

I saw a holy chosen person with trembling hands and trembling.

His battle cleaver fell to the ground unsteadily.

"What's wrong with you?" Ludin frowned.

"That, that is a war-level... agent of darkness..." The Holy Chosen voice trembled, "We will be killed!"

Just now, he imagined that he would clear the swamp with the army of Paladins.

But after hearing the other party's strength.

What faith, holy fire, Auckland... it doesn't matter anymore.

The farmer, chosen by the divine lottery, now just wants to go home and farm.

After hearing his words, Ludin woke up from a dream.

But it turned into another attitude.

"War level, yes, war level, I can't beat him." He murmured, turned around and ran out, leaving the sand bandits and the priests behind. "He will come and kill me."

"Run!"

"I'm running in hell!"

As he spoke, he suddenly accepted all the words the King of Sand had just said.

Looking at the staggering back of their leader, the Oakland Padres looked at each other.

They finally understood.

Ludin.

This former high-ranking paladin and possible future hub judge has gone crazy.

And the person who made him become like this...

"I forgot to tell him," the King of Sand, who was watching this scene silently, spoke up, "that Lu Beiyou... his enemies called him 'Lord of Blood', so when he heard this title, he had to Be careful - your Holy Nation should need this information."

The priests performed a holy fire ceremony, turned around and chased Ludin.

They didn't know the mental journey of their leader, and they couldn't empathize with it, so they only had fear and shock in their hearts - but it was undeniable that the Lord of Blood...

He must be the great enemy of the Holy Kingdom in the future.

"Boss, this..."

"Don't worry about him," the King of Sand said with a gloomy expression, "It seems that the Holy Kingdom is unreliable."

"However, it is impossible for them to abandon the hub station."

This Ludin is essentially just a negotiating envoy. Although he is a preparatory judge, he will definitely be out of business if he looks like this.

And there are as many such people as the Tribunal of the Holy Kingdom wants.

If you don’t deserve it, there are many people who want to.

The Sand King sighed and secretly wiped the sweat from his palms.

If this is the case, then the position I am in now is very delicate...

"That person still doesn't want to tell his origin?" Putting this aside, the King of Sand thought of another thing and asked.

"It's still the same rhetoric as before." A responsible subordinate responded, "Boss, tell me... is he really just a doctor?"

"It's just pretending, I just didn't expect that among the nobles of the United City, there are still people with such backbone." Sand King paused, "Then continue to endure."