The Face Changing Warrior

Chapter 222 Turbidity

As the Kingdom of Sauron, which occupies nearly half of the land area of ​​the Roland continent, its king capital is not as large as imagined.

The palace is definitely not a "golden wall".

But as an ancient kingdom that has been famous for hundreds of years on the Roland mainland, the main building of the palace still left traces of history.

Beneath the 18-story castle, the tallest tower is a main palace. More than a dozen huge statues on the periphery of the main hall record the great achievements of those legendary great men in the history of the kingdom. Around those exquisitely carved figures, there are stone sculptures of birds and beasts. There is a stone tablet below, and the dense handwriting on it tells the glorious history. It is nothing more than a certain monarch conquered a certain piece of land in a certain year and month. Or maybe a certain monarch defeated a certain country's army in a certain year and month, etc.

The hall was spotless, and everything around was extremely silent. The exquisite murals on the walls are lifelike, and there are reliefs like the sky on the ceiling above. Although those floating cloud reliefs are not real, they are inlaid with some strange gems and still look gorgeous and colorful. Unlike ordinary royal palaces, there are no closely guarded guards patrolling around here.

Like the monarchs of the Sauron Kingdom, this generation of King Sauron still believes in this creed: Only invisible strength is the most daunting!

Instead of having three steps, one post, two steps and one sentry, it was just a move by the upstart. The buns have meat, not on the pleats!

This generation of King Sauron was just thirty-five years old. His appearance looks much older than his strength! In the five years of his reign, this ambitious king hasn't stopped working hard for his country. And the greatest potential danger of kingship is undoubtedly the temple that is ubiquitous in the Roland Continent!

"God's authority is above everything..." The king said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and whispered to himself: "Why does God stand above? Since I rule this country, then everything must be run by my will. Come on!"

The wrinkles in the corner of the king's eyes gradually eased, and he turned to look at his most trusted minister, the kingdom's elderly right.

The right minister served as his own teacher when he was still the crown prince. For this teacher, when the king was favored, he often respected a little more, at least on the surface.

Looking at the right side, the king smiled: "Right side, is there any movement in the temple? Haven't the people we sent come back?" He is a clever monarch who knows how to be his most powerful assistant. Give a gentle attitude.

The skin of the old right-hand man's face was wrinkled like dried orange peel, looking almost dead. For this ugly old man, the kingdom has always been filled with awe. But at the moment there is only trust in the king's eyes!

"Your Majesty, don't worry. Captain Biya has already taken the fleet to greet you. Presumably, the people of the temple are not that easy! Under the current circumstances, we want to have an advantage! The temple does not dare to openly turn our faces with us, they Even if there is action, it must be done secretly. We can take advantage of this."

The king seemed to play with the ring on his finger casually, and said slowly: "Then, where is the black yarn? What kind of attitude does that woman have?"

The right hand showed a wise gaze in his eyes and whispered: "That woman has rarely appeared since the last time she came back from the south. Before the war, she had lost most of the trust in the temple. In fact, I have been observing in secret, I'm afraid the temple has long hoped to transfer her back, but because she is an open saint after all, a black veil saint sent by the temple. So I'm also waiting for an excuse."

The king smiled: "Then, do we need to provide an excuse to the temple? This black veil is very powerful, do we need to be scrupulous?"

The old right now lowered his head, as if hiding the gaze in his eyes: "No. I think that a holy person who is in harmony with the temple is more beneficial to us! If the temple sends a completely loyal saint, then it will bring us Some trouble."

The king nodded, apparently very satisfied with the old righteous's answer, and then he said again: "So where is the temple? What is the old **** stick thinking? There are five more paladins in the temple within ten days! I even I wonder if he's doing a ghost! Is the Paladin now worthless? It turned out that I couldn't find two or three great masters in the mainland, and suddenly so many popped up. Could it be that they grew from the ground?"

The king's tone was a bit angry, and even more impatient. The more Paladins in the temple, the greater the power and threat of the temple.

He bowed his body and said in a low voice: "The strength of the Paladin is beyond doubt. I have secretly sent someone to investigate. Each of the five newly awarded the title of'Paladin' has outstanding strength. Background It’s also very clean, and there is nothing weird to find out—but I think their background is so clean that makes people suspicious!

The king's eyes lit up: "You mean... do these Paladins come from?"

Old Youxiang closed his mouth, stretched out a finger, and pointed in the direction of the north.

The king looked at the gesture of the old right, with a pensive expression on his face: "Could it be the Frankish Kingdom? Although the Frankish Kingdom is known as the'Birthplace of Knights', they have not had a paladin for more than 100 years."

Right shook his head, still pointing to the north.

The king frowned: "Is the Teutonic Kingdom secretly supporting the temple? Well, the current Paladins of Fielding are Teutonics. The Teutonic Kingdom has heard of several outstanding warriors, but these people will not stay overnight. They all become paladins! Is their power bestowed by God?"

The right side still shook his head, still pointing his finger north.

The king finally changed color: "Teacher, do you mean... those creatures?"

Youxiang nodded and sighed, "I'm afraid this is the only reasonable explanation! Even in the Bright Continent, it is impossible to have so many Sword Saints at once. Similarly, Roland Continent will not appear so many out of thin air. The paladin. The only possibility is that powerful race in the north!"

The king sneered: "The old **** stick in the temple, in order to become the pope, even the dragons dare to collude. Isn't the dragons heretics? Does the dragons dare to go out of their territory?"

The right-hand smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you remember what I said when I taught you?"

The king lowered his head for a moment, and smiled: "Remember!" He closed his eyes and said slowly: "When everything involves the highest interests, even the enemies of life and death can quickly resolve grievances. There are no permanent enemies, and there is no forever. Friends. Religion is just a deceptive cover. The brighter the place, the darker the hidden corner!" At this point, the king opened his eyes again, his gaze swept to the elderly right, and said softly: "So, that old **** stick has already acted desperately in order to seize the highest benefit! Even tore off their religious mask of hypocrisy, right?"

The right side did not speak, just bowed.

The king slowly walked to the edge of the main hall, his palm gently stroked the exquisite murals and reliefs on the wall, his fingers touched the cold reliefs, his movements were gentle, as if a lover's touch. Then a proud expression appeared on the king's face: "This is the wealth left by my ancestors, and I will never hand over the kingdom to those gods!" He sighed, glanced at the old righteer, and smiled. Said: "Okay, you go back. When the messenger of the Bright Empire has news, tell me."

The sleeves were closed to the right, and he bowed back.

He stepped back slowly, then turned and left. When the old man walked out of the palace hall, the oncoming cold air shocked him. He involuntarily straightened his slumped body, and the old-fashioned clock on his face was instantly swept away, and a pair of muddy eyes flashed. A hint of brilliance: "Our king is getting more and more uncontrollable..."

He suddenly felt as if a gaze came from behind him, and when he looked back, he saw no one in the corner. But is the feeling of thorns on the back just now an illusion?

Old Youxiang bent down again and hobbled away from the palace-here, it's better to be careful.

There seemed to be only the king left in the hall. He suddenly sighed and smiled: "Master Sith, what do you think?"

In the corner of the originally empty hall, suddenly a black robe appeared, and a figure appeared under the black robe. The indifferent eyes seemed to have no emotion.

"Your Majesty, you ask me such a question, how can I answer it?" His face gradually emerged from the darkness in the corner. It was a face like a knife, with a cold expression and a cold tone.

If someone else is here at this moment, you will be surprised to see this face! Because this face is undoubtedly one of the most famous faces in the entire Roland continent! As the chief archmage of the Roland Mainland Wizards Association, the great wizard Master Sith, is undoubtedly one of the most famous figures in the Roland Mainland!

What is even more surprising is that the leading figure of the Wizarding Association will appear in the palace of the Sauron Kingdom! Because the Magician Association has always been the most loyal ally of the temple!

The king waved his hand with a look of dissatisfaction on his face: "Master Sith, even if you are facing your allies, do you still have to wear your cold mask when facing me? I know Lord Righteous secretly There is also contact with the temple. But I am not surprised! Just like this old guy taught me back then: in front of interests, there is no eternal enemy, and no eternal friends! For example, he and the temple, and now you are standing again On my side." At the end of the talk, the king showed a deep smile on his face, looking at the top magician in Roland Continent with profound meaning.

A strange color flashed across Sith's stern face: "But don't forget, we are only temporary allies, and all cooperation with the Kingdom of Sauron is reserved! Don't you trust me so?"

The king smiled lightly, changed the subject ingeniously, and suddenly asked: "The envoy of the Bright Empire, is your information accurate? He really killed the trusted paladin in the temple alone?"

Ciss shook his head: "To be precise, I don't know much. I know the situation is that the temple sent the Amohus that I hate to intercept, but no one came back! That's all!"

The king chuckled, he seemed to be happy, and sighed softly: "It seems that this new ally in the southern continent is an amazing guy sent to us."

As if deliberately not wanting the king in front of him to be too proud, Sith's cold eyes suddenly flashed a sneer: "This news, not only we know, in fact, your rightist should have received the news last night. ,but……"

The king shook his head and said in an interface: "But he didn't tell me, because the news came from the temple. He was afraid that I would doubt the source of his news. Master Sith, is this your purpose for telling me this?"

Ciss glanced at the king coldly and closed his mouth.

The king sat down slowly and said with a serious face: "No matter how the situation changes, I will always believe in a truth: use!" His solemn face was somewhat proud: "Any situation can be used! The premise is that as long as you The method is clever enough!"

Sith looked at the ordinary human sitting in front of him. Although he was the king of kings, from the eyes of the magician, he was just an ordinary human. He didn't have the mighty force of a knight, and he was not as powerful as a magician. Magic. Even now, as long as Sith throws any magic over it, he can kill this guy.

However, his self-confidence gave Sith a strange feeling in his heart: The Magic Association cooperated with the Kingdom of Sauron and did not want to be swallowed by the temple! However, cooperating with the guy in front of you, will it be swallowed by this guy in the future?

In the dark, in the gray tall building about a hundred miles away from King Sauron, five horses rushed from the outer hall into the inner hall. Because they were holding the staff of the high priests of the temple, the guards did not stop them.

When they rode straight up the steps, the two **** servants finally stopped their way.

Looking at the closed gate behind the two **** servants, the five people turned over and got off their horses. They wore black robes and tightly wrapped their bodies inside, and the huge cloak on their heads covered all their faces. The headed one said in a hoarse voice: "We are coming from the temple and want to see the lord!"

The two **** servants glanced at each other, and one of them had an embarrassed expression: "My lord is practicing behind closed doors, I'm afraid..."

The leader snorted coldly: "Don't you dare to disobey the orders of the chief elder of the temple?" He slowly lowered the cloak covering his head, revealing a face full of anger. The two **** servants clearly saw that under his neck, a piece of armor shining with metal light was exposed!

This person seemed to have something to say, the big hand that had been behind him gently patted his shoulder. The man immediately lowered his head and took a step back.

An unusually tall figure behind him walked up, his voice was very deep: "You can go and tell the adults, you will not be punished!"

The two **** servants hadn't spoken yet. Four young knights ran out of the corridors on both sides of the hall. Each of them was wearing silver armor and covered with a black cloak symbolizing the "Holy Knights".

The leading young knight's face looked like frost: "Who would dare to disturb the adult's practice! The adult is dead, just tell me what you want!"

The young knight had already put his hands on the hilt of the sword below his waist.

Some are even thinking: the temple, it is the temple again! Could it be that people from the temple punish adults? No matter what, don't let adults suffer any harm!

The tall man with a thick voice sighed, slowly raised his hands, and lifted the black cloak over his head, revealing a square face. The dense beard and moustache made his face look extremely resolute and bold. . As he unfastened the belt around his waist and took off his robe, what was revealed was the golden armor symbolizing the "Paladin"!

The young knight who stopped them finally changed color: "Master Augustine!"

Facing the most prestigious and most qualified paladin in Roland Continent, these young people lowered their proud heads as if they had seen a coveted idol, and immediately dropped their hands on the hilt of the sword.

No one dared to be unreasonable in front of the Paladin. In the face of Master Augustine, in addition to being in awe, these young people respected his noble personality even more.

Augustine's tone was very gentle: "Well, it's a secret that I'm here, don't say anything, now take me to see you adults!"

Despite trying his best to maintain a gentle tone, the paladin couldn't help showing a somewhat eager expression on his face.

The four blocking young knights hesitated for a while, and whispered: "Master Augustine, you said before going in, even if the chief elder comes, you won't see it!"

Augustine frowned: "It's too capricious! Is it possible to defy the meaning of the temple for that point of discord?"

He suddenly took two steps forward. The four young knights seemed to hesitate, but they still stood in front of them, but they did not dare to touch the long sword under their waist anymore, and blocked the not-so-wide steps with their bodies.

Augustine raised his brows lightly and said in a low voice: "In the name of the head of the Holy Knights, I order you to move away and don't force me to do it to you!"

The young people were still hesitating, but Augustine suddenly smiled: "It seems that you really respect your adults. For your adults, you even dared to disobey my orders."

His palm has been slowly raised, and then he put it on the shoulder of a young knight in front of him. A gentle force passed, and the young man was squeezed aside as soon as he softened.

At this moment, the closed black door above the steps opened silently. A slender figure wrapped in a black robe walked out slowly.

The long black hair, like satin, was flying in the night breeze, and the corners of black gauze were flying. Under the night, that face was as holy and beautiful as a goddess, and his eyes were like cold stars in the sky, looking indifferently at the Paladin under the steps.

Augustine let go of his hand and smiled: "Muse, long time no see."

There was a warm look in Heisha's eyes, but the tone was still flat: "Augustin, they sent you again this time. But even you, I won't compromise!"

Augustine sighed: "I guessed you would say something like this, but this time I am not here to force you to make a decision. The latest order of the temple I brought! This is a joint decision made by several elders, not just That's what the adult meant. I don't think you will object to it this time."

The black yarn lowered her eyelids, seeming to be thinking, and then she raised her head and gave Augustine a deep look: "Master Paladin, please come in."