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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 1: The Priestess of the Monastery

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    Bishop Kurgan, the abbot of St. Bablupa Monastery, looked down from the high terrace, his deep eyes shining with thought.  A tall figure wearing silver chain mail and a full-face helmet in the shape of a flying eagle stood beside him. A short dark blue cloak had a golden double-sword badge representing the chief pilgrim. However, judging from his body shape,  , definitely not Roland Wilps.  "Blessed by St. Bablupa, he is coming back." Bishop Kurgan withdrew his gaze from the eastern sky, with a very obvious joy in his tone. "Although it is slower than expected, it will probably be more."  It's more than half a day's journey. " "It's already very early. If it hadn't happened it would have been at least a year and a half." The tall figure replied in a deliberately lowered voice.  "Isn't that great? My child, I have seen your hard work in the past six months. Now that he is back, the burden on your shoulders can be lightened a little." Bishop Kurgan turned and looked at the tall man  The figure sighed and put his hands on his chest.  "Don't push yourself so hard. You give up too many things, which makes me feel bad when I see you." "With those useless things, I can't keep up with him. Bishop Kurgan, half a year  Before, I watched him leave helplessly, and now, I don't intend to let the same thing happen again." The tall figure shook his head in a very small but extremely firm manner.  "Then child, why did you arrange a test for him?" Bishop Kurgan said, twirling his snow-white beard with his hand, "You should know that he is stronger than six months ago, the wind told me so." "Because I want to  Let¡¯s see if he is still the same person as he was half a year ago. He is the one worth all my efforts to follow.¡± The tall figure replied faintly, ¡°It¡¯s not the strength, but the soul.¡±  Mader was in a very happy mood.  The breeze blowing in your face is cool and refreshing, indicating that the hot summer is about to pass.  The sky is blue, with only a few floating clouds stretching out lazily. From a distance, they look like a few thin strands in a piece of clear blue crystal.  "The weather is so nice, and it makes people's hearts clearer." Tomad happily said to Feng Derek who was riding beside him, "How do you feel? Isn't it wonderful?" Feng Derek's sharp face  His long face was so gloomy that it could almost scrape off a layer of ice, which was very different from the sunny weather. "Master Tomad, didn't you notice?" He said in a light and scary voice, "Starting from this morning, we  "We are being watched all the time. Do you know what this means?" "It means we are almost home." Tomad's interest did not diminish at all, "Don't worry, Mr. Fengdrick, there won't be anything on the Moon Whispering Plain."  People can cause trouble for the pilgrims, unless they are the men of Marquis Dragonson of Steel Fist, but you said that the situation in Tallon Fortress is very tense now, and Marquis Dragonson does not even dare to let his dog out of the fortress gate.  For fear of losing combat effectiveness. "Except for Feng Derrick, the entire team laughed at this sentence. Lord Deliber laughed especially hard and almost fell off his horse. Only Feng Derrick laughed.  Ke's frown deepened.  "My intuition tells me that there will definitely be trouble today Sir Thomas, it's been half an hour, why hasn't Miss Lisa returned to report the investigation situation?" "Oh, because I asked Lisa? Black  Don't go back and report if you don't find any abnormality," Tomad explained lightly, but then the relaxed smile on his face solidified, "No, Lisa and the others are back!" Feng!  Derek then put the special whistle of the Sleepless Eye agent into his mouth and blew it several times. Only those who have received strict training can understand the sound waves emitted by this whistle. No matter how hard others concentrate, they can only feel it.  Tingling in both ears.  The team formed a battle formation behind Tomad. These excellent spies have also learned the skills of horseback combat. Although they are not as good as the elite cavalry who have experienced many battles, they are at least not inferior to the soldiers of the local guard.  Except for Feng Derek, whose hands were still empty, the other spies took off the short-throwing spears next to the saddle and held them in their hands to prepare for battle. Lord Deliber's sword, which had largely recovered from his injuries, was unsheathed, and the flames of fighting spirit burned on the blade.  , and Feng Derek were guarding the two sides and rear of Tomad.  Lisa Black Blade and the other four Dark Elf scouts came like a whirlwind, and then merged into the team like lightning.  "A group of heavily armed riders are approaching rapidly. There are about thirty people in number. They seem to have bad intentions." Lisa Black Blade reported to Tomad with a series of sign language.  "Are they carrying flags? What patterns are there on them?" Tomad's ability to understand Dark Elf sign language is at a level where he can only read but not use it. The simple gestures he mastered cannot express such a complex problem, so he had to raise his voice.He asked, suppressing the sound of the wind whistling in his ears.  "A sky blue flag with a golden scale pattern on it." Lisa Black Blade could only answer this time. After all, it was too difficult to express colors and patterns in sign language.  "It turns out to be the team of Brother Pilgrims!" Tomad clapped his thigh excitedly, "Let's go over there. It looks like we can find a comfortable room in the monastery to have a good rest tonight." As he said that, he clamped his legs together.  The horse neighed from its belly and crotch, and its forward speed suddenly doubled.  "Keep the battle formation and keep up with Master Tomad." Feng Derek ordered in a serious tone, "Sleepless eyes will always pay attention. Unless we see the high wall of the monastery, we must not give up our vigilance!" Tomad  Taking the lead, the horse galloped forward for about two miles when he saw a group of riders wearing dark blue cloaks coming towards them.  He rode his horse to meet them, and when they were still dozens of meters away, he waved and shouted greetings.  "The Lord of Justice, Bablupa, is on top. I am Tomad An. Which brother is leading the team in front?" The warm greeting did not receive a response. The riders approached silently and then spread out into a semicircle.  , surrounding Tomad.  The leading rider dismounted, adjusted the full-face helmet that covered his face, and then spoke in a rough voice.  "Are you Tomad? An?" Tomad frowned. He was sure he had never heard this voice before, but it felt strangely familiar.  "I am, which brother are you?" "That's good." The man did not answer Tomad's intention. He drew out his long sword and waved a bright silver sword light in front of him.  "Pull out your sword, let me try to see if your swordsmanship can be worthy of the title of genius?" Tomad slid off the horse nimbly, as fast as if he was standing on the ground.  He placed his right hand on the hilt of the gryphon sword, but did not unsheath the sword immediately, "I don't want to compete with the masked man. If you want to see my swordsmanship, why don't you tell me your name?"  "If you beat me, you will know." The man said as he moved forward, "Be prepared, Tomad, I will attack at any time." "Okay, I" His voice was still cold.  Floating in the air, Tomad unsheathed his sword without any warning. The sword light was so fast and dazzling that it whizzed straight towards the silver full-face helmet.  The man seemed to be taken aback, and hurriedly raised his sword to resist, and fended off Tomad's attack in an extremely thrilling manner. However, the second and third swords came one after another, overwhelming the man, and the fourth sword almost broke through his body.  Defense left a shallow scratch on the stainless steel shoulder pads.  That man¡¯s swordsmanship was actually quite good. After the initial exchange of fast swords, he saved some of the situation by taking two long strides back, then gained a firm foothold and launched a counterattack.  The two long swords clashed fiercely in the sun, and the sword light intertwined into a dazzling network of light. However, the stalemate did not last long. Tomad was completely in the posture of attacking with force, tearing apart the man's defensive posture that he had finally stabilized.  It was broken into pieces, and then its steps suddenly turned to the right, and a sword with a tricky angle accurately broke through a loophole in the man's defense and went straight to his throat.  The man's equipment included chain mail on his neck and a silver gorget on it, but for the extremely sharp Griffin Sword, the double protection of the chain mail and silver gorget was no better than a piece of parchment.  Difficult to deal with.  The onlookers onlookers let out a low voice without any hint of hostility.  Tomad turned his wrist thoughtfully and carved a small letter "T" on the man's gorget. "Your pace coordination is still not perfect, Brother Bull." He announced in a gentle tone, "I  I¡¯ll leave you a mark here so you won¡¯t be hit by the same method next time.¡± ¡°Hey? Brother Tomad, how did you recognize me?¡± The man took off his helmet in surprise, revealing the truth.  It was the honest face of Big Stupid Bull Bull, "I have obviously lowered my voice to speak!" "Subconscious small movements, moves, and familiarity with my swordsmanship." Tomad curled the corners of his mouth, showing his signature gentle smile  , "I will never forget any brother, even if I leave him for a long time." Bull grinned with a big smile, sheathed his sword, and then gave Tomad a warm bear hug.  "Welcome home, brother Tomad, we all miss you." "I miss you too." Tomad hugged him back hard, but after not seeing each other for half a year, Bull's waist, which was already as thick as an ox, seemed to have grown thicker.  A circle, so that Tomad had the illusion that his arms had shortened.  "Is Lord Bishop Kurgan okay? And Chief Roland I heard that he went to Filmeyer and served as a knight of the Iron Guard of the Great Griffin." "That's absolutely correct, Brother Tomad,  Lord Roland has resigned, I guess you must not have known who the new chief pilgrim is." Bull said proudly.?? shook his head and said.  Tomad rolled his eyes, "What does it matter who it is? They are all good brothers anyway, unless ha, unless that girl Sylvana becomes the chief." Bull's proud smile suddenly stiffened, and his expression was dull.  It looks very funny.  "Youyou have simply mastered the power of prophecy!" Nearly a minute later, Bull suddenly shouted, "It's Miss Silva who has become the chief. Brother Tomad, seriously, what can you predict for me?"  Is it time to get a wife?¡±
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