As the Knight of the White Rose fell to the ground, the scene became deadly silent, only Thorne's footsteps, like the approaching death, slowly moved forward.

"Is there anything else you want to say? Dear Knight of the White Rose." Thorne walked to Opter with his sword expressionlessly and stopped. His words seemed polite, but his tone was not. No respect whatsoever.

The White Rose Knight, who threw himself on the grass, avoided the ranger's playful gaze, pursed his lips tightly, and did not say a word. He just endured the pain of the abdominal wound, and tried to struggle to get up while supporting his body on his elbows.

"boom!"

Seeing the knight on the ground arch his body hard from the grass, Thorne ruthlessly stepped on his back covered by the milky white cloak, making his armor creak, and the knight's twisted face instantly. A most intimate contact with the verdant weeds.

All his efforts turned into futile struggles.

I saw the blood gurgling from the wound on his abdomen dyed his cloak red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and also dyed his gorgeous carved breastplate, and also soaked the land covered with weeds.

In this world, what Thorne is most disgusted with in his life is those who, after joining the indigenous forces, consider themselves superior to others, and like to ridicule their compatriots crazily with a superior vision.

When he saw these white rose knights who had almost grown their eyes to the top of their heads, they were madly mocking them in the emerald field as a group of lice trying to dominate the sheepskin coats, his eyes had turned bad.

But he is not an impulsive and irritable person.

On the contrary, he can easily control his emotions and prevent himself from doing anything out of the ordinary because of his emotions.

Therefore, listening to the two sides babbling their own trash talk to each other, he completely regarded himself as an outsider, and did not make any rash actions except listening silently.

But these people unknowingly burned the fire on him, which made him extremely angry when he was out of the matter. Even if the old troll housekeeper was not around and didn't know about it, he had no reason to keep silent.

Whether they mean it or not, when those insulting words come out of his mouth, he must be responsible for his own words and deeds.

Originally, after he taught the first White Rose Knight a deep lesson, the anger in his heart has almost dissipated. Who would have thought that another arrogant White Rose Knight Captain would appear again, trying to use the crappy knight doctrine he mastered. Come and fight him in a duel in defense of the knight's glory.

He is not unfamiliar with people who are rigid and stubborn in this world culture. One is the dragonborn paladin Peo, but the other party is a paladin, and his starting point is to punish the evil and eliminate evil.

But these players of the White Rose Knights are different. These people who have only learned chivalry for a year or two really think they are knights who guard their glory.

Looking at the superior attitude of the other party, Thorne thought that only giving him a physical lesson would not impress him at all, so he couldn't help but use his eloquence and satirize fiercely.

Although he is not a person who likes to talk nonsense to people, usually, he can do it without pushing too hard, but he knows how to speak to quickly provoke the anger of the other party and make his emotions out of control.

For example, the hobgoblins of Heruk, it is too easy for him to successfully provoke the wrath of these hobgoblins, as long as the topic is directed to the gods they believe in.

And the same goes for these stubborn and repulsive Knights of the White Rose.

Don't they take their chivalry seriously? Then put more effort into their chivalry, and it's easy for them to break the defense.

"Scholars can be killed, not humiliated!" The White Rose Knight, who was trampled under his feet, gave up his resistance, spit out a threatening sentence at Thorne, and turned his stubborn head aside, like a dead fish. No more words, no more struggle.

"Then I'll satisfy you." Thorne didn't care about the other party's threatening tone, he raised the sharp sword in his hand and slashed towards the neck of the knight Opter.

"clang!"

However, when Thorne's sharp sword was about to cut down, a gray figure rushed up at an extremely fast speed, and the sharp machete successfully saved the life of the White Rose Knight.

Thorne jumped back, dodging the persuasive slash of the gray figure's second machete, and successfully distanced him from the White Rose Knight lying on the ground at the same time.

"Hello, esteemed half-elf, please forgive my rudeness." The gray figure sheathed two scimitars, blocked between Thorne and the knight, and bowed to him with his hands folded:

"To forgive others and forgive others, this is just a battle of words. They have already paid the corresponding price for their impulses. They also hope that they will be merciful and let these people's lives be spared."

Thorne glanced at the figure in front of him lightly, and found that this person was the elf warrior monk who had a relationship with him.

The monk was dressed almost the same as when he last met, still wearing a very ordinary sackcloth linen, walking barefoot, with leggings on his legs, and a weather-beaten, determined face under his brown flat head.

However, the only thing that surprised him was that the opponent's ordinary dress made him feel a restrained and fierce temperament, as if a sharp-edged sword was hidden in an unpretentious scabbard.

Moreover, he also found a badge with a similar fragmentation pattern on the monk's left shoulder, and a gray teardrop tattoo under the left eye.

Broken!

A monk group that believes in Ilmat, the **** of suffering, one of the three gods of justice. In addition to protecting the believers and the temple, the members of the group are also responsible for punishing those who cruelly harm others.

Irmat the Suffering God is a kind-hearted, docile, quiet, peaceful deity, a lawful and good deity who volunteers to take on the suffering of an entire suffering world.

While many misunderstand and even mock the teachings of the Suffering God, the Church of the Suffering God has the largest and most committed following on the entire continent.

Because in this cruel reality world, His followers are dominated by the disabled, the oppressed, the poor, slaves and serfs.

Through careful observation of Thorne, it was found that the player in front of him was also an ascetic player who believed in the God of Suffering.

Whether they are natives or players who can successfully take up this profession, they will be nicknamed by them: poor and fierce, werewolves.

Then, Thorne looked at the two knights who came quickly. They took advantage of the elf monk to block in front of them, and immediately dragged Opt down.

If he wanted to, he could take the knight's life in an instant.

But after some fighting, his anger had almost disappeared long ago, and it would be meaningless to him if he pressed harder and harder.

After all, he belongs to the third party, and the real conflict lies with Archbishop Alenala and Carlos, so it's okay to take this opportunity to withdraw.

"If that's the case, then I won't care about these noble white rose knights, and I also hope that their knights' glory will not always shine on the desolate and barren land of the Emerald Field. Otherwise, I'm afraid of our poor place. Not enough reins."

Thorne looked at the cold warning of the Knights of the White Rose, and then his expression softened, his swords returned to their sheaths, and he folded his hands towards the elf warrior monk, and said:

"I heard that there is a glorious city in the Silverpine Plain: Deep Rock City, and there is a White Rose Monastery specially used to train warrior monks. If there is a chance, I will definitely visit in person."

If there was a place where these otherworldly compatriots lived best, it was undoubtedly Deep Rock in the Silverpine Plains.

It is said that in the turbulent years hundreds of years ago, this glorious city was built and guarded by the incarnation of the saint of the suffering **** himself.

"Waiting at any time, may the God of Suffering protect you, Your Excellency Half-Elves." The elf monk smiled gently at Thorne and sincerely blessed.

"Thank you," Thorne replied, turning to leave.

The elf monk watched Thorne walk into the back of the crowd, and did not stay in place too much, but also turned and left.

Seeing the two exit, Carlos and Sarajan both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, then looked at each other and walked up immediately.

"Archbishop of the Temple of War, tell me the real purpose of your coming here." Sarajan looked at Alenara who stepped forward, glanced at the group of people behind him, and said first:

"Don't tell you that the purpose of coming here is just to show off your power and show your talents. If this is the case, then you can leave. Everyone in the Emerald Wilderness does not welcome your arrival and will not send you far."

"As I said, I came to join your lord alliance with good intentions." Archbishop Alenara smiled and said in a slow tone:

"Since we are all from the same place, we naturally hope to unite all together. Judging from the current situation, as long as we can gather all the forces together, it is only a matter of time before we can build a civilization that is our own. Isn't that what you want to see?"

"And then? After the establishment, let the noble knights spread your glorious chivalry? Let the doctrine of the **** of war swept through all corners of the emerald fields like a storm? Let this newly established kingdom become eternal due to war. No peace?"

Carlos stepped forward, looked at Alenara's confident smile, and retorted without hesitation.

"Never at peace? Carlos, this is your understanding of the God of War, can I think so?" Alenara met Carlos' gaze and waited quietly for his answer.

"The chaotic neutral camp has already explained everything." Carlos replied seriously and continued: "You can form an alliance with us, and it is no problem to establish a territory here, but you must promise not to establish in the emerald field. The Church of the God of War, or everything will be forgotten."

"But don't forget that war is the most effective way to promote the progress of civilization. It can help us eliminate all threatening humanoid civilizations, so that we can obtain more resources and more development space. Only in this way can we be more To make good use of resources and develop a more advanced civilization, only war can promote the progress of our civilization.”

Archbishop Alenala paced back and forth with a sheathed long sword in her right hand, and said to the two with a serious look: "So, you should not be afraid of war, but regard it as a kind of natural force, a kind of human force, Because it is the special storm that drives the progress of civilization.

The God of War will never win victory. He will only help those civilizations that deserve victory. If you have the help of the God of War in your Emerald Wilderness, it will definitely speed up your foothold here. Greatly reduce your losses and rapidly promote the development of civilization. "

"You are a believer of the God of War, fighting for power, group and glory, and you are naturally extremely longing for war, and I will not comment.

But have you ever thought about it from another angle, if you are not a believer of the **** of war, then what is the meaning of war to you? "Salayan stared at the confident Alena for a long time, sighed slightly, and then said unhurriedly:

"For the individual, when a warrior is faced with the battle to defend his homeland, it is undoubtedly noble, even if it is sacrificed, it is a good way to die, an honorable end to a decent life, or because of the final sacrifice. Be honorable end of life.

But for a ruler, are these costs and benefits he paid for the war really worthy of recognition? Will his benefits last? Has he ever thought that after a few hundred years, when all the living people are wiped out, will anyone still care about these things? What did the rulers get when they longed for the road to greatness? Did they really end up being some great being?

So, I don't want to be driven and bewitched by some ethereal and great existence, so that we run to the battlefield time and time again, so that we throw away the quiet and peaceful, and finally leave the embers of war and those painful and sharp memories. .

Who can remember those who died here? Will they still remember their voices and smiles? Remember how their society was bound together by loyalty and bloodshed?

Whenever the war in Twilight Town ended, when I stood on the tower and looked at the messy corpses on the battlefield, I seemed to see the inevitable emptiness, and I could even hear the cries of pain, the call of the dying warriors. lover's voice.

Regardless of whether the final result is a defeat or a victory, these actual wrecks, ruins and gunpowder are constantly reminding us of the cruelty brought about by our war.

We in the Emerald Fields formed an alliance only to end the war as soon as possible, to make this place a refuge from the flames of war, and to allow all our compatriots who live here to confess the wind on their cheeks, the footprints under their feet and the journey of adventure It's part of life, not the wars the rulers wage for power, group and glory.

do you understand? Archbishop Alenara, God of War? "