It all started on a sunny afternoon on March 26, 1618 in the Imperial Calendar. \ In the Far East militia camp, in the Black Guard training classroom, Roland was doing physical training, doing 500 push-ups with one hand, Ivan was counting for him, Alexander made a bet with Lyudmila if he could break the record, when a herald ran over.
"Young Master Roland, Your Excellency the Commander, please go to his office immediately to report, please remember to change into civilian clothes."
Roland's fingers flicked to the ground, shaking his tight arms, his toned muscles tensed and trembled, making a sound like plucking a bowstring, and his bronzed skin was soaked with sweat, full of indescribable masculine beauty, making the ranger girls who were tiptoeing outside the window scream and full of nymphos.
Roland put his left arm across his chest and saluted the herald: "Thank you for your hard work, I'll report right away." ” Taking the towel handed by Lyudmila, he wiped his sweat with his hands, put on his coat and walked out of the training ground.
"Follow me to the archbishop."
"Now" "Now, let's go to him and talk about the corps formation, which was your proposal at the last meeting, and I think you can help me convince Philip to accept this plan."
Rudolph said with a smile.
Roland followed his father on horseback and leaned over and asked him softly, "Do you want to bring a gift?"
"The places that should be dotted up and down have already been put in place, otherwise you think that His Excellency the Archbishop has time to take care of me," Rudolph smiled sarcastically, and rushed out with a shake of the reins.
"It seems that there is no shortage of gold teeth in the mouth of that big moth."
Roland smiled helplessly and urged the horse to chase after him.
The Great Temple of the Holy Light of the Far East is located on the highest hill in the city, and the road leading to the temple is reinforced by magic, with a wrought iron fence on one side and a dredging ditch on the other side, and the horses gallop on the spacious and clean avenue, and as night falls, the magic street lamps on both sides of the road are lit up one by one, emitting a warm light, and the road surface reflects a silver glow, as if walking in the clouds.
Roland couldn't help but be amazed along the way.
"This highway is really beautiful, and it is not worse than the highways on earth in the 21st century."
A moment later, Kolas and his son Pegasus climbed the hill, only to see that the top of the mountain had been completely flattened by incredible divine power, and the area of a hundred acres was covered with alabaster slabs, and the ground was clean and light could be seen.
Located in the middle of the hilltop square, the Temple of Light is like a beautiful white gem, blessed by constant spells, radiating divine brilliance day and night.
The columns of the main hall are in the style of ancient Greek temples, but the spherical dome is full of Byzantine colors, symbolizing the great sun, engraved with a map of the zodiac stars, and the accompanying frescoes of saints, which are immediately known to be the work of the master.
As Roland approached the temple, he felt a faint feeling of discomfort, and the divine light exerted an inexplicable pressure on him.
Rudolph stopped, raised his hand and blessed Roland with a magic spell, and the pressure was suddenly reduced a lot.
Roland looked down at the silver aura that appeared out of thin air under his feet, and asked his father softly, "Camp aura" Rudolph nodded, and while holding his hands slowly, he whispered to answer his questions: "The Great Temple is a holy abode, and many of the spells that protect the followers of the Holy Light are constant, and visitors from heretics or non-benevolent camps will be suppressed, hmph, fortunately we don't have to stay in this nasty place for too long." ” Two holy warriors in snow-bright scale armor stood guard outside the main entrance of the main hall, recognizing Rudolph's identity, and nodded slightly to signal that he could enter, but Roland was stopped by one person raising his hand.
Rudolph stopped and explained Roland's identity to the man.
The paladin was expressionless, unaccommodating, and didn't even bother to reply.
Roland saw arrogance and contempt in his indifferent eyes, and secretly cursed "bastard who looks down on people", but he still barely suppressed his anger and said to Rudolph: "I'll wait for you outside the door." ” "No, you have to come in with me."
Rudolph held the pitch-black heavy sword behind him with one hand, his eyes were cold, and every word he said was full of murderous aura: "If Rudolph Kolas can swallow his anger while watching his son being humiliated, then what kind of man is it" The black heavy sword slowly unsheathed, and the rough friction sound was like a file slamming into the hearts of the two holy warriors, causing their faces to lose their arrogance in an instant, and they couldn't help but retreat in panic.
Roland was also deeply shocked by the pitch-black blade that shrouded in shadows, and couldn't help but squint his eyes, Rao was like this, he still felt restless, as if the sword had released the power of the soul, and wanted to drag his soul out of the shell and cut it into pieces.
With a flash of his eyes, Roland opened the "Pupil of Fate" to identify the mysterious and terrifying heavy sword behind Rudolph's back, and a row of words immediately appeared, which shocked him.
Legendary Sword "Desecrated Marauder" Appraisal Report: This weapon is like 3 Evil Epers when used by any character other than the Dark Guard, and 7 Evil Powers Epee in the hands of the Dark Guardian, and grants the wielder a 5 Blasphemy bonus to immunity when facing spells with good descriptions or spells cast by good characters.
If the Blackguard uses "Blasphemous Marauder" to perform "Breaking the Good Slash", it will add twice the Blackguard level to damage instead of 1 times the Blackguard's level.
"Legendary Magic Sword" Roland gasped.
He suddenly realized a truth: Rudolph, as a Sindra Black Guard, why did he dare to swagger into the Temple of Holy Light with his son, and he frowned coldly about the holy warrior of Pero.
Without him, what is relied on is strength He is a quasi-legendary black guard, holding a legendary magic sword, this is Rudolph's confidence "Stop" A majestic voice came, and with the sonorous sound of steel boots trampling the rock floor, a middle-aged man in a Mithril breastplate and a snow-white robe walked out of the temple.
He held a sword in his right hand, a Gothic helmet in his left hand, and his cold and rough facial features gave people the impression of a stone carving.
"Put away your sword, Rudolph, don't you feel degrading to be angry with two young men?"
Rudolph slowly returned the magic sword to its scabbard, and said calmly: "Dear Knight Commander Klautz, it is not right for me to bully the small with the big, is it the so-called chivalric demeanor to humiliate the guests who come to visit?"
The corners of Krautz's mouth twitched, and he said coldly: "Take your son to the meeting room, Your Excellency Philip hates unpunctual guests." ” "If it hadn't been for that farce, I would have appeared before you on time, Your Excellency the Archbishop."
Entering the drawing room, Rudolph bowed to Archbishop Philip and complained with a face full of grievances.
Roland took advantage of the bow to sneak a peek at the archbishop who was sitting at the desk drinking tea.
He was about fifty years old, tall, thin, pale-skinned, dressed in a plain and clean priest's robe, with a pair of monocles, and looked like a university teacher.
He couldn't equate the bookish image in front of him with the legendary treacherous, greedy, and ruthless archbishop.
Archbishop Philip listened to Rudolph's complaints, smiled slightly, and said something amazingly frank: "I already know about the conflict outside, that person is very old-fashioned, he doesn't like you very much, and has persuaded me more than once to arrest and kill you, at least to disband your militia, he thinks that if you don't do this, it will be tantamount to raising tigers, Rudolph, do you say that Klautz's words are very reasonable":