In the language of the Nora continent, "Stan" means a flying knight, so the Kingdom of Stan can also be called the country of knights.
On this continent, only the truly noble warriors can have their own mounts.
A strong mount also means that the combat power increases exponentially, and the mount that can fly means that they can grasp the advantage of the sky in advance, which is a great improvement for the warriors who have not yet reached the seventh order and mastered the ability to fly.
So the flying knight, the Sky Knight, has naturally become synonymous with nobility.
Therefore, this country of knights is naturally also a place of yearning for warriors.
But at this time, in that magnificent palace, which should have enjoyed the most extreme glory in the world, His Majesty, the most noble king of the entire kingdom, was waiting anxiously in the palace at this moment.
It seems to be waiting for some delayed message.
Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the palace.
The old king looked up, and suddenly showed a look of horror.
I saw a red-robed man on the left side, glowing armor on the right, and a silver-haired young man wearing a gorgeous white gold silk satin robe walked in the front, and everyone else was at least one position behind him.
"I don't think you have to wait, Your Majesty."
The priest dusted off the non-existent dust from his white clothes, and said nothing, but a priest beside him spoke, as if to convey his meaning.
"Why?"
The red-robed priest had a look of regret on his face, "Why should a noble man turn his back on the glory of God?"
” "How could it be your ......?"
The old king's face finally showed a look of horror.
"Now I am afraid that only Your Majesty in the whole country does not know, those assassins who tried to assassinate Lord Caesar have been captured, tortured, and everything that should be said has been said, and Archmage Merlin, because of his fornication with assassins, treason, and heinous crimes, has been severely injured by Lord Caesar, and it is only a matter of time before he is imprisoned."
A knight next to him sneered.
"Never try to speculate on the power of God with a mortal heart, it will only lead to your own destruction."
The silver-haired man finally spoke, his voice as indifferent as that of a god on high. …… At this time, Boss Fang was still sitting in front of the computer, doing some basic words and sentences.
"Immortal Cultivator: ......"
Boss Fang compiled word by word, as a popular science post, it is obvious that it must be detailed and pragmatic.
"The difference between alchemy and alchemy: ......"
"Edgeworth: ......"
"Dragons in the World of Sword and Fairy: ......"
"Boss!"
It seemed that someone was calling Boss Fang, but apparently Boss Fang was very busy now and didn't notice it at all.
"What other ......?"
Boss Fang scratched his head, he now felt that the work of the shop owner was really getting harder and harder, and he didn't have to look at the store?
"Hey......" shouldn't say anything, write a popular science post.
Of course, in order to promote the communication between new and old stores and build a harmonious online environment, Boss Fang feels that it is still necessary. …… Obviously, Boss Fang was completely unaware of the hustle and bustle outside.
The execution of these assassins in Gray Eagle City this time was a public execution, so it was not just around the execution ground, it was full of people.
Of course, this is not the intention of the superiors, but Luthor believes that the temple needs to change its image in the eyes of the nations recently.
He felt the need to do so, not to mention that the turmoil of the previous war had gradually passed, and no one wanted to talk about it anymore, so it was time now.
The execution of some notorious figures would be both powerful and pleasing to the hearts of the peoples of all countries - these assassins who dared to enter the temple to assassinate the clergy were naturally the best candidates.
Again, it was the best deterrent to the Assassins who dared to sabotage his business.
It was just some Assassins, weak and humble Assassins, who had dealt with them for countless years, the lowliest, most hated of all, he felt that there was nothing to worry about.
He felt that these assassins would regret what they had done last time!
He made a lot of preparations for this.
For example, the forbidden sky magic array, the forbidden magic array, the magic trap, etc., not to mention, they also have a trump card.
The most mysterious order of knights in the temple, although named after the knights, is in fact the oldest assassins in the world!
Luthor believed that if these damned, lowly reptiles were worthy to meet them, their expressions would be wonderful.
At the execution ground, all the Assassins were brought up.
"It's you......!
Lord Luther.
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Among the assassins, a middle-aged man with a disheveled hair and scarred body raised his head and smiled suddenly.
"You know me, too?"
Luthor said proudly.
"Of course, to shout 'Are these natives crazy' in front of a worldwide audience and force the spell projection off like a fool, I can ......
Remember them all. ” Luther's face froze.
"Hahahaha!"
The Assassin laughed wildly, "What are you who call them 'natives' and invade them with high-sounding reasons, only to be defeated by these 'natives'?"
I've been watching it in White Dove Square all the time!
You shameless aggressors!
Shit!
” "Let him shut me up!"
The assassin was immediately struck in the face with a stick, and he couldn't make a sound for half a sound, and it took a long time before he spat out a few bloody teeth.
It was as if half of his face had lost sensation, but he was still laughing, and then shouted, "Long live the Empire of the Rising Sun!"
One day, your despicable deeds will be exposed to everyone!
” "Shut his mouth!"
Luthor shouted angrily.
Soon, he was stuffed into his mouth by a dirty ball of cloth, and he only had time to make a "whine" sound.
"That's it!"
Above the execution ground was where all of the Greyhawk magnates were sitting.
Luthor sat in the most prestigious position in the center.
And at this time, far away is the kingdom of Stan, the country that belongs to the knights.
A large number of assassins were also escorted together, wearing prison uniforms, some of them were scarred, sitting on the lawn of the prison, in front of them, a magic projection gradually condensed.
Among them were two gray-haired old men with strange black chains on their hands and feet, who were none other than the Elder Group of the Underground Council, the core level figures.
It was the assassin who broke through the magic and almost endangered the high priests.
"Look how your foolish people perished!
Damn bed bugs!
One of the jailers smacked viciously.