Ronin guessed that he would be arranged in the wettest and dirtiest cabin, but only when he got to the front of the house did he find out where he wanted to live. Those dull paladins’ houses were as simple, dry and clean, with stone walls on all sides and wooden doors on all sides, which were more comfortable than many places where Ronin had lived before. A clean wooden bed and a small table were the only light source for decorating the house without windows and a good oil lamp. Ronin thought that there was little need for windows, but he doubted whether the knights would meet his requirements, but there was nothing better than blocking those curious eyes.
It’s true that Ronin just found out that the young knight who sent him had turned and left the door. Ronin recalled whether the door was locked or not when he came, but the paladins shouldn’t go so far. For the knights, Ronin must be cursed, but they are still allies, which makes the paladins feel uncomfortable. Ronin is happy. In his heart, these guys with silver hands are always so pseudo-sacred and hypocritical.
The host didn’t force Ronin to eat until dinner, but Wenresa always dominated the commander’s eyes, whether she liked it or not.
No one except the elves said a word to Ronin, but for Santos’ good talk about dragons, Ronin would have brushed away.
In recent days, Zhou Long has become less frequent and more violent. Knight Hussantries told them that the orcs knew that they were running out of time. They wanted to fight hard and took a sip of wine before their demise. He continued. Three days ago, Jurn camp was set on fire by two dragons. Most residents died tragically and cruel orcs. Their leader evacuated before the Griffin knight arrived.
It’s terrible. Wenresa whispered
Duncan nodded, and a little fanaticism flashed in his dark brown eyes, but it will all be over soon. Our troops will soon advance into Katz Mo Dan and fight until Grimbatore ends the tribe, bringing the last threat to make the orcs pay for their blood.
And sacrifice the good man, Ronin. His voice is louder than his breath.
But it happened that the knight was as good as an elf. Seeing that he immediately turned to stare at the mage, he would sacrifice good people. Yes, but we vowed to liberate the other territories of Lordaeron from the clutches of the orcs, and we will pay no matter what the cost.
Luo ning was not moved by his rhetoric and retorted, then you should solve the dragon problem first, shouldn’t you
We will defeat those big reptiles and send them back to their hometown underground, you evil race.
At this moment, Wenresa gently pressed Lord Duncan’s hand and smiled at him, so that Ronin was jealous. When did you become Lord Santrius, a paladin?
Watching the ranger behave like a young woman who is fascinated and quite attractive, Luo Ning was surprised. She was just like a lady in Lordaeron’s court. The change of Wenresa was very effective, which attracted Santres. She cleverly teased the gray-haired paladin and looked like an elf. Luo Ning couldn’t believe that the one who had been guiding and protecting him for several days was the same person.
Duncan’s several treasures told his humble history, how he changed from a rich Lord to a knight defending honor. Although other knights here have heard his story, it does not prevent them from paying attention.
It is obvious that Lord Duncan has become a career model for young knights. Ronin simply observed everyone and noticed that they hardly blinked or breathed, as if they were addicted to Duncan’s story.
I felt sick in my heart
There are several bridges in the story of Wenresa, which make the old paladin look the most secular and shining. But when asked about his training experience, Wenresa played it lightly, but Luo Ning was sure that the ranger would never lose to the paladin in many skills.
The Paladin was obviously fascinated by the performance of the Elf Lady, and continued to wonder. But Ronin had heard enough. He got up and left to apologize. Actually, no one noticed him, and then he quickly found a lonely place to breathe fresh air.
Night has come to this small camp. There is no moonlight. Night darkness covers the tall mage like a comfortable bedding. He is looking forward to arriving in Hask and taking a trip to Katz Mo Dan as soon as possible, so that he can get rid of the paladin ranger and other idiots. If they can’t help, it will ruin his good thing. He’d better act alone. Before the tragedy, Ronin tried to make the parliament white, but no one listened to him, but he was forced to accept the success. No one in the middle class paid attention to his warning, and he was even more ignorant of the necessity of dangerous action. He was contemptuous with mediocrity. Attitude: They rushed into the powerful casting range of Ronin, and most people cast spells on the target orc warlocks. They wanted to summon the dead, which is what some people said. The demons melted the ashes together. Ronin’s death companion felt much more regretful than what he showed to exorcist when he was in Canrito. exorcist hated him, so it was more dangerous to send him. What could be more dangerous than letting Ronin go into the tiger’s den alone to rescue the Red Dragon Queen? He had to do it on his own, not only because it excited him, but also because it comforted his dead companion in Tianling. Some companions have never left Ronin’s mind, and even Karaseuss doesn’t know about those haunting ghosts, which is actually a good thing, otherwise Krasus will definitely doubt the value of Ronin’s mental situation.
It’s windy, and Ronin goes to the fortress wall. Several knights are on duty, but the news has long been said that a mage has come here, so when the first guard recognizes him by the light, Ronin avoids him again, which is quite right. He doesn’t care about these knights any more than the knights don’t care about him.
Away from the fortress, a blur of shadows adorns the dark area like a fantasy. Ronin really wants to get away from these unreliable hosts and lean against a big oak tree to have a good sleep. Then don’t listen to Duncan Santres’s hypocritical words. In Ronin’s eyes, this adult is far more interested in Wenleisa than a paladin. It is true that the elf ranger has charming eyes and her clothes look dashing.
Ronin snorted and tried his best to erase the image of the ranger from his mind. Ronin didn’t realize how much influence he had to isolate the environment during his spiritual practice. The magic was that his lover was the first love and eternal. Even if Ronin really wanted to find a heterosexual partner, he would be more devoted to the gentle type, just like the delicate lady in the court. Even if he occasionally noticed the bartender during his trip, he would never be a proud elf ranger.
It’s more important in the spirit department. Because the orc dragoons attacked Ronin, they not only lost their mounts, but also lost the important props that Krasus gave him. He must find a way to contact the tutor and tell him what happened. Ronin is sorry that he has to disturb the teacher, but if he doesn’t do this, he will feel even more ashamed of Krasus. However, Ronin will never run away from chicken, otherwise he will have to win back his face and feel even more sorry for his conscience.
Ronin surveyed the surrounding environment. No sentry could see a watchtower wall here to block the last sentry’s sight. There is no more hidden place than here. Of course, magic can also be used in his temporary shelter, but Ronin’s wider environment can help him get rid of all distractions.
Ronin took a small dark crystal from the deep pocket of his robe. It is not the best way to try to establish a connection in Fiona Fang for several kilometers, but don’t choose him. He has this thing left.
Ronin held the crystal above his head and whispered a spell in the mouth of the brightest star. A ray of light appeared in the center of the crystal, and the light became brighter and brighter with the spell.
Then the stars in the sky suddenly disappeared.
Ronin froze and stopped casting spells, but he aimed at the star and did not disappear. He saw the starlight again, but he swore that it was true in the blink of an eye.
It’s an illusion caused by fatigue. Think about it. After a day of suffering, you should go to rest after dinner, but Luo Ning wants to cast a spell at once, and the sooner the better.
Ronin hopes that he will be refreshed the next day. It will never be easy for Lord Santos to travel together.
He held high the crystal spell again, and this time he won’t reproduce any hallucinations.
What are you doing sneaking around? The wizard asked in a low voice.
Ronin cursed in his heart and was furious that he had delayed casting again. He turned to the knight who came over and said nothing.
Suddenly, an earthquake shook the mountain and the explosion collapsed the stone wall.
Luoning will not seize the crystal energy and will hide and fall off the wall brick.
But the patrol knight was not so lucky. He leaned back and hit the back of his head against the wall and fell to the ground. Ronin heard him moan until he lost his breath.
The explosion has subsided, but the damage can be vividly seen. Before Ronin had a firm foothold, the ruins collapsed. The mage jumped over and walked towards the lookout, thinking that there should be some knots there. As soon as he entered the tower, he shook up and tried to escape. The entrance collapsed.
Ronin’s magic can’t help but watch the ceiling smash.
Just then, a giant grasped Ronin with a big hand and choked Ronin to suffocate and finally lost consciousness.
Nekros’s broken bones carefully pondered how his broken bones had changed his fate for a long time. He fiddled with his sallow fangs with one hand and held a golden disc with the other. He couldn’t help wondering how a man with such great power could be sent to take care of a female prisoner, and the prisoner was always young. Of course, she came from an ancient dragon queen, and an orc with a broken leg like Nekros’s broken bones could not squeeze into the chieftain circle.
The golden disc seems to be laughing at him. No, it has been laughing at him all the time, but the lame old orc never thought of throwing it away. It is because of this disc that Nekros won the respect of tribal warriors. Although he has given up hope on himself since his left calf was cut off by a human knight, the human has no honor, and he has to rely on his companions to drag him to the battlefield wound and replace his stump.
Necruz’s eyes rested on his left knee, and the wooden prosthetic limb would never kill or drink blood again. The strange story of fighting was that other orc warriors would rather kill than drag out an ignoble existence, but he didn’t dare to lead his neck or caesarean section, which made Necruz shudder, but he didn’t dare to tell people that Necruz would live with broken bones no matter what the cost.
If it weren’t for his genius warlock skill, Nekros’s broken bones would have been dragged back to the battlefield by others in the Dragon Throat clan. In fact, his talent as a warlock was revealed a long time ago and he won several of the most powerful warlocks. However, Nekros didn’t choose a warlock. In his view, this dark profession of warlock not only failed to contribute any strength to the tribe, but also might defile the name of the tribe. Therefore, he returned to the warrior ranks, but his chieftain was full of greatness, and Zuhude always needed his contribution. Another ability is that other orcs dare not imagine to capture alexstrasza
Zuluhed has applied the ancient shaman ritual witchcraft, which is rare since the tribe first formed. However, in order to successfully catch the old shaman of the Red Dragon Queen, it is necessary to summon more evil forces. Just as Nekros trained in this field, he was thin and old. He did not disclose the source, but told the lame warlock that an ancient artifact miraculously possessed evil forces that could meet their needs. The problem is that this artifact has the ability to resist all shaman, that is, to be old and full of himself. So he had to find a only confidant warlock, a warrior who swore allegiance to the Dragon Throat clan.
In this way, Nekros mastered the demon soul.
It was Zuhurd who was always full of it that gave this featureless gold plate the name of the devil’s soul. Although it made other beasts feel confused, Nai Cruz repeatedly admired the devil’s soul, and once again marveled at the simple shape of this ancient artifact, which brought great shock. The pure gold texture and round appearance of the giant coin also shone in the slightest light. Whether it was blood, oil or dust and mud, it was stained by nano or tide washing.
The devil’s soul is older than the sorcerer’s magic. That’s what Dozuhurd told him at that time. Maybe you can