Sacred Sword Tavern, there was silence. The Mercenary who came to Northern Frontier in the same period as Big-Mouth Berryman had a trace of sadness in their eyes, but soon they were amused by the experience of Berryman, the "Bigwigs".
You have said bad things in front of others, and if there is no accident, Berryman will never get back this humiliation in this life. The gap between the two people has already become wider than the gap between heaven and earth.
Berryman did not humiliate himself by saying a few cruel words. Instead, like a dead dog, he staggered out of Sacred Sword Tavern amidst the laughter of everyone. There was a pool of blood stains on the ground, which fully proved Darion's current strength.
"Master Darion, Master Renault has been very popular recently, are you..."
The owner of the tavern, a veteran from the territory of Holy Light Monastery, whispered obediently behind Darion. With good intentions, it was obvious that this guy was not just a faggot.
This sentence won him a praise of 1 gold coin. Darion had a cold face and printed Ancient Elf Empire "Forest Gold Coin" with Queen Azshara's avatar was stuffed into the boss's hands. When they left Kalimdor, Elf gave them a "military payment", including several large boxes of these gold coins.
Kaldorei people use barter transactions, and this gold coin is worthless in their eyes. Of course, Tyrande knows that humans like these things, so in order to quickly send away the great god Dick, she did what she wanted.
This thing itself is considered a 10,000-year-old antique. If the tavern owner knows the goods well enough and takes it to Ironforge's Explorers' League, it can be exchanged for a sum of money that will allow him to live happily for ten years.
"Leave here, uncle Juer Mo, take a boat from Southshore to Theramore. You know better than me what kind of character my brother is. Don't worry, he can't touch me now!"
"Alas..."
The tavern owner limped one leg, sighed, and walked into the kitchen without saying anything.
Darion's eyes swept across the entire tavern. No one dared to look at him. These Mercenarys were the most discerning. They knew who they could mess with and who they couldn't mess with. The knight in front of them was the kind of person they absolutely couldn't mess with.
Several Stratholme Regiment... Oh, no, Paladin of Argent Dawn walked out of Sacred Sword Tavern. Before they had gone 500 meters, a group of black-clad and black-armored servants poured out from the alley and surrounded them.
"My dear brother..."
Once on Northern Frontier Conference, Renault Mograine, who was severely cheated by Dick, was wearing a sexy bag, Silver Armor, carrying a handful of Warhammer, and walked in from the road separated by the crowd, Priest, who was wearing a long skirt. Whitemane followed him, but Miss Priest didn't have much smile on her face.
Renault's handsome face was full of hypocritical smiles. He looked at the indifferent Darion, whom he hadn't seen for a year. His incompetent brother's aura was really amazing.
Especially when Darion opened his eyes with knife scars and looked at him, Renault felt as if he was being stared at by a wolf, which made him stop when he was about to take a step. But soon, Renault felt humiliated by his frightened mentality, and the smile on his face turned cold. He looked at Darion and said the second half of his sentence indifferently.
"You shouldn't have come back! You who went your own way and followed that bitch Dick to Kalimdor have been deprived of all inheritance rights by your father. Why, are you coming back now to beg for mercy?"
Renault fully humiliated Darion who was kicked out of the house by Alexandros. He proudly reached out and flicked the non-existent dust on his cuffs.
"Of course, we are brothers after all. As long as you agree to leave the team of that bitch Dick and be loyal to me, I think I can be merciful..."
"Bang!"
Renault's body flew up, and he felt as if he had been hit head-on by a mammoth.
Darion appeared in front of him as if teleporting. The punch he punched broke his gorgeous armor on the spot, causing him to fly in the air three times, and finally fell to the ground in a panic. The relatively heavy Warhammer was held by Darion. The young man tilted his head and looked at his groaning brother lying on the ground. He threw it casually, and Warhammer was thrown next to Renault.
Also arriving together was Darion's voice as cold as ice,
"Receive your kindness, Renault, and your title, I don't need those anymore!"
"Do it! Do it! Kill them!"
Renault's low and sinister voice made the surrounding servants in black armor hesitate for a moment, but then they drew out their weapons. Seeing this, the knights behind Darion took out the horn made by Dragon Bone from their waists, put it in the corner of their mouths, and blew it.
"Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!"
The moment the horn sounded, the leader of the Black Armored Army, who had also been on the battlefield, looked at Darion who had drawn his weapon with the same eyes as Madmen.
Damn it! It's Charge! Are they crazy?
Two seconds later, their shadows became strangely distorted.
"Who! Who is playing the Charge number in this Holy Land! Are they crazy?"
In Light's Hope Chapel in the center of the town, Ashbringer Rage, who had interrupted an important meeting, slapped his palm on the table. With the rise of Ashbringer, Fire of Justice moved away from Kalimdor, and the power of Alexandros became increasingly stronger.
Everyone knows that Grand Knight is the only one who can suppress Alexandros After Uther "died", the religious disputes within Order of the Silver Hand actually sprouted. Old Mograine, who advocated aggression, originally had his own opponents and planned to Stratholme Regiment, which spreads the noble Paladin Class to common people, and Fire of Justice, Dick Tang, which are weak but extremely influential.
But on Eastern Kingdoms Conference after the destruction of Dalaran, Dick Tang, which had gradually gained the upper hand, suddenly announced that it would bring the flourishing Stratholme Regiment with it. went to Kalimdor to participate in "Demon War". Everyone thought he was crazy, but Dick was not only crazy, he also took his Warband with him.
After Stratholme Regiment symbolically left some Recruits in Stratholme, and left Northern Frontier, Old Mograine had no rivals at all.
Gavinrad Grand Knight went to the mainland South to recruit Recruits, Dathrohan Grand Knight guards Crusader's Hold, and Tirion Fordring, the controversial Grand Knight, is focused on regaining the lost ground. No one is going to check and balance Alexandros. In this short half year, he vowed to use all means to conquer all Undead Purification The contradiction between the clean "hawks" and the "doves" who plan to take things step by step is becoming increasingly fierce.
Even the civilians Paladins are having a hard time, because everyone knows that High Knight Alexandros wants to send all the civilians Paladin who are not nobles into the battlefield. Of course, this statement is a bit exaggerated. Old Mograine just sticks to his own set of rules of conduct. In fact, in the current battle, unless Old Mograine is crazy, he will refuse more and more civilians Paladin to join this "just" battle.
But don't expect this current leader of Order of the Silver Hand to be very kind to civilians Paladins. After all, three generations above Old Mograine, they are all from great aristocrats. The concept of class distinction and maintaining aristocratic rule has long been integrated into his bones.
Today, it's Grand Knight Alexandros, the great Ashbringer, called for a big meeting to "control the legitimacy of Paladin". Old Mograine planned to separate civilian Paladin from Silver Hand and set up another Order of Knights specifically for them to "ease management".
But at the critical moment of voting, the sound of horns was so annoying.
"Fairbanks, go see what's going on outside?"
Old Mograine gave instructions to the loyal Deputy, and Fairbanks, who was wearing armor, walked quietly outside Great Door. Alexandros pondered for nearly half a minute, looked at the middle- and high-level Commander in front of him, and raised his hand.
"Well, everyone, let's vote. Those who agree with the establishment of the new Order of Knights please raise your hands!"
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
There was a wave of hands raised, General Abbendis, silent Dathrohan Grand Knight, Taelan Tirion Fordring, Grand Inquisitor Isillien, and Archmage Faol, these senior or high-ranking people raised their hands one after another, and two-thirds of Commander also raised their left hands.
No one thought that Old Mograine should be offended by this trivial matter. After all, it was just dividing the civilian Paladin into another Order of Knights, which did not have much impact on the battle situation. In fact, even the civilian Paladins in Order of Knights did not react very strongly to this matter.
After all, in this era, not everyone has a rebellious heart like Dick.
Old Mograine nodded with satisfaction,
"Very good, that ends the second Order of Knights issue. Let's talk about the next thing. Regarding the proposal to form a special group "Scarlet Crusade", I personally will provide Holy Light Monastery as Recruits Training Camp of Scarlet Crusade!"
Old General Abbendis nodded and said, "Tyr's Hand is the perfect Outpost for Scarlet Crusade!"
Even the young Taelan said, "My father told me that if Order of Knights needs it, Hearthglen can also be used as a resting point for Scarlet Crusade.", after all, there are not many Paladins who specialize in Retribution spells. For the increasingly serious situation, we really need a team that dares to fight like Stratholme Regiment did!"
Old Mograine did not ask for a show of hands this time. In fact, this matter did not require a vote at all. But just when the old knight was about to leave the meeting, a gentle voice came to Light's Hope Chapel.
"Sorry, I object to the formation of Scarlet Crusade!"
The next moment, Great Door was pushed away, Old Mograine's face turned gloomy, and the expressions of other participants also changed drastically!
Because the eldest son of Alexandros, the recent "Rising Star of Knights" Renault Mograine, was held on the shoulders by a tall figure. A total of three hundred powerful knights wearing black Bearhide cloaks, carrying weapons and armor were standing outside the hall. The murderous aura of just opening the door made everyone present look at him.
But surprisingly, in addition to the Erigor High Knight that took off Helm, the leader was actually a slender High Elf. Judging from her appearance, she should also be a Paladin, but almost no one here has seen her. On the contrary, everyone knows the tall figure carrying the unknown Renault.
Darion-Mograine!
Half a year ago, the second son was kicked out of the house by Old Mograine.
But this identity alone was not enough to surprise Paladins present. The main thing was that when Darion raised his head, the terrifying scar on his face and the knife mark across his left eye made people unable to help but think about what kind of battle it was and what kind of powerful Warrior could endure such Pain.
"Father... I'm back!"
"Bang!"
Accompanied by an unenthusiastic greeting, Darion waved his hand, and the dead dog-like Renault was thrown into the hall. The shocking blood stains extended a lot along the ground. "Knight Nova" rolled forward like a piece of wood, knocking over several chairs.
But in this solemn and suffocating scene, no one dared to reach out to help this noble young master.
In the silence, the old knight stood up stroking the table. He ignored Darion, but focused on Liadrin. Others didn't know, how could he not know that this female knight was the follower of that guy Dick!
Dick! Even if that guy goes to Kalimdor, he will only cause trouble for everyone!
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There should be no more mistakes this time. There should be another recommendation next week. After the next big recommendation is completed, it will be on the shelves... Then I will have to rely more on the support of my brothers~~~