[The latest broadcast] Tomorrow is 515, the beginning of the anniversary, the most welfare day. ◇↓◇↓Fiction. ¥f In addition to the gift bag, this time the 515 red envelopes must be seen, the red envelopes do not grab the truth, set the alarm clock ~

According to the Raiders he saw in his life, people who are lucky have a long time, and they can do a good job. If you are not lucky, time may be too short to run.

"Only a quarter of an hour, if you are sure you are ready, just say it to me," Meranda said.

Only a quarter of an hour, Lu is a bit of a headache, this time is really tight. Fortunately, he has a mount, and it’s really too late to change to a mount.

The land summoned the mount to ride on it, indicating that the witch, Meranda, could begin.

Melanda casts a spell and quickly turns Lu Lu into a Scarlet Crusade. He is hesitant to ride a mount. His horses of the headless knight are also disguised as a crusader knight.

"In this quarter of an hour, you can't dismount, you can't fight, or you will lose your camouflage," Meranda warned.

"I know, if there is nothing else, I think I am in a hurry," Lu was shaking the reins, and the time of a quarter of an hour was not so good. He must act.

"If you see Fording next time, please bring me a word," the witch turned and walked to the tomb of Uther: "Even if he is, we must believe that the spirit of Captain Uther is forever. He has been watching us. Even if the darkness hangs over our fallen land. His light is the guiding light of all human beings - as long as we believe in honor like him, everything will not wither..."

The discourse is a bit vague, but the land is still smelling a trace of helplessness.

Perhaps the witches have a certain understanding of the future.

The horse ran wildly, and the horses riding the headless knights took the fortress of the Scarlet Crusade in the heart of the fireplace. The **** crusader knights around the 50th level were everywhere.

If you let Lu from relying on his own ability to come in, it is no different from people who say dreams.

The Scarlet Crusade's fortress is full of alcohol, and the dirty air makes people sick. It is impossible to imagine that this is a Paladin's base camp. These Scarlet Crusades in the Valley of Fireworks are no match for the Crusaders who are still fighting against natural disasters.

Those crusaders who struggled with natural disasters outside. Perhaps they were also extreme because of the vacillation of their faith, and they began to kill innocent people.

But they have not forgotten the mission of resisting the Scourge. Their radicality does not affect the use of the Holy Light, and they will at least not kill people for no reason.

This road is coming. Lu has seen several bodies of civilians being massacred.

The paladin fell, and it was amazing.

Fortunately, these knights will not find him trouble. Most people will not provoke a real knight. The horse under the seat symbolizes the identity of his high-ranking knight.

Landed to the Heroes Fortress This is a castle built for the old Fording.

Tyran Fording is here, guarding four high-ranking elites, two knights at the door. A mage, a pastor.

"I brought information about the plague land, I want to see the Tailan adults," Lu said to the guards at the door. The tone was eager but full of arrogance.

"Why don't you go to the Grand Prosecutor?" the guard asked suspiciously.

The main reason is that this situation is too rare. In the Scarlet Crusade Base Camp in the Hearth Valley, almost no one regards Tyran as a true leader, so even if there is any urgent military situation, no one will come to see this leader.

"I just came back from the Grand Prosecutor," Lu said while driving a strong drive forward.

At this time, he is absolutely strong outside. As long as he attacks him, he will show his original form. The four 50-level elites will take one of them and take his life away.

However, the four guards had to retreat. After all, they did not know that Lu is a counterfeit.

Ludi drove into the castle and went straight to the location of Tyrande Verdin. In the administrative hall, he saw Tyran, who was alone and drinking. The former paladin was tired and in a bad state.

Many game analysis bricks believe that the Paladin is the most vulnerable occupation at the beginning of the dawn.

The positioning is Wanjin Oil. In fact, no matter whether it is doing the milk or not, the output is not enough, and because of the skill. To a large extent, the strength of the individual is limited, and the paladins in the game background are mostly confused and degraded.

It is more difficult for the Paladin to find a mentor.

After the faith was shaken, the power of the Paladin npc was greatly damaged. Unless you learn the Scarlet Crusade to go on a radical path, the Paladin's mentor who embarked on the path of extremes has no players to dare to touch.

"What's the matter!" Tyran asked snoring.

"Are you still awake now?" Lu was sitting in the battle, watching the hero's son condescending.

Tyrandon paused and slammed the glass on the table in front of him and said, "Who are you, what do you mean by this. Who allows you to talk to me in such a tone?"

"Tylan Fordring, do you swear to keep the law and glory of the silver hand forever?"

“Do you swear to inspire the grace of the Light and pass on its wisdom among your followers?”

"You swear, no matter when and where, as long as you find the existence of evil, you will smash it without melancholy, use every drop of your blood to protect the weak and innocent?"

"Who are you?" Tyran Fording was suddenly changed from the face of Lu’s face, and he stood up fiercely.

The three questions that Lu was just now were the oath of the recruits who swore to join the hands of the silver. Uther personally presided over the ceremony for Tyran, when he held Tyran’s shoulder and said with emotion: “Become like your father. People, my children."

"I brought something, maybe you will be interested and maybe," Lu will throw a few things away.

With a delicate hammer, he was full of a father's love and hope for his son.

A broken flag of glory, which was once abandoned by the desperate paladin. From that moment on, he lost his mentor and discarded his faith.

His father went early, except that he left him with a fireplace valley and a sad mother, nothing else.

It was the old man who taught him the way of the knight and took him on the path of following the light. He was strong every day. He dreamed that one day he would clean the land of Lordaeron and let all the natural disasters Nothing to do.

However, everything has become a bubble.

"There is still this thing, I think you may be equally impressed," Lu Li handed over the scroll that made Old Fording cry.

"This is...this...this is impossible, but these things..." The mistakes and surprises changed on Tyran’s face, and then he fell to the ground like a heavy blow, supported by the giant sword in his hand. body.

Tyranny has not moved there, and time and space seem to be still with his silence!

"My father is still alive..."

"Adult, what happened?" It may be disturbed by the movement inside, and the four guards guarding the door rushed in.

At the beginning of ps.5.15, the red envelope is raining! At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, I will grab a round every hour. A big wave of 515 red packets will be lucky. You all go grab, grab the starting currency and continue to subscribe to my chapter! (To be continued.)

Ps: Thanks for the incomprehensible Wanjue, and the sad reminder of the cattle and other friends. Sf0916