Chapter 37 Chapter 32: You Are the Paladin

Cavalry captain Wallabies finally defeated the knight Artimon of the Stuconda family. Previously, in order to end this endless fight, with the support of the crowd, Bismarck announced a new rule, draw a square circle in the center of the arena, and anyone who is shot out of the circle will lose. Wrestling Artimon was not the opponent of Wallabis. When he moved out of the circle step by step, to be precise, he was lifted by Wallabis and moved out of the circle step by step. The anxious Stuconda knight used A ghost combat technique that dazzles the enemy.This kind of trick is only useful to a reckless guy like Wallabis who has no formal training at all. Two circles suddenly appeared on the ground in front of his eyes.

The cavalry captain was puzzled for a while, and then threw the Stuconda knight far away from the arena. All looked up as Artimon flew over their heads, cursing loudly. "I know I look a little clumsy, but that's not the same as clumsy!" Wallabies yelled, pumping his fist at where the Stuconda knight fell. The crowd began to cheer loudly. The Stuconda family's reputation didn't look good. Bismarck looked at the sky, the sun was about to rise, it was time to end, this ending might not be bad, although this paladin was a bit stupid... no, stupid, but at least he still belonged to Iya.

"Okay, this knight, please come down to the castle." Bismarck said, "Let King Aygu see you." Seeing that the paladin was about to be born, the crowd booed harder, cheers and curses rang out, and many messy things flew out of the crowd. "This warrior, please report your knight title." Ayigu said. "I... don't seem to have woken up yet..." Wallabies said after thinking for a long time. "Have I ever enshrined you? Or which other king?" Ayigu frowned. "It's the mayor of Yudingbao, does it matter?" The crowd burst into laughter.

Ayigu cast annoyed eyes on Bismarck. Bismarck was secretly angry: this man is a talent, tactics can be trained, and knights can be bestowed. Is it really necessary to ruin the result of the competition for the sake of a false name of birth? "Hahaha!" The person who laughed was Artimon who was limping back, followed by his father Mo Ruowang. "Any farmer can participate in this solemn contest, or a robber, thief, drunkard, anyone can be a paladin of Yiya, right?" Mo Ruowang asked loudly. "He doesn't even believe in the religion of heaven." Someone in the crowd shouted. "To whom will he swear his soul?"

"Are you a believer in the Litian Sect?" Bismarck asked the cavalry captain an ambiguous question. If this person is smart enough, everything is not irreparable. "Oh, the priest did tell me to be baptized, but I was too lazy." The laughter in the crowd shook even the castle. Bismarck lowered his head and thought, that's enough, let this idiot who can't help me disappear from my eyes, anyone can be a paladin, and let the nightmare pass quickly. But the real clumsy, isn't it the maker of this farce?Ayigu was still standing on the top of the wall solemnly, expressionless, he might have fallen asleep.

Where did Kashouli, the guy full of ideas, go now? "The sun is up!" someone in the crowd yelled. Artimon looked around proudly, and walked forward with twists and turns. Yefu in the crowd sighed, it was such a bad show, she should go home and get a good sleep. The warriors of Unlimited Water also shouted, if Artimon became a paladin, they must persuade himself ten years ago not to join the army. Az had already been snoring loudly by the fire. Wallabys' rival, the dwarf Koglu, blushed and whistled furiously for his old foe. The man in black was cleaning his wound by the pool, listening to the noise, he murmured: "Who wins again? Anyway, it has nothing to do with me... Alas, the paladin Kant must die... This is really an end forever." Impossible mission..."

Ahuayi sat blankly on the hillside, repeating in his mouth: "Paladins, they were not made by humans..." The crowd had finished throwing what they could, and another chaos was brewing emotionally. Just at this moment, a clear horse hissed. The first ray of morning light appeared in the sky and slanted on the body of a knight in silver armor. The silver armor glowed red, shrouding his body like a holy light. No one paid attention to this knight in the dark night, but at dawn, everyone was awed by his majesty. He rode his horse with his head held high and walked past people's eyes.

All the people stopped making noise and watched the knight walk towards the arena quietly. "Boss, are you really going to go to the center of the arena and shout 'I am a paladin' three times?" Mughal asked. "I'm going all out, believe it or not, I'm dead anyway." "You will be gang-beaten..." "Then ask them to beat me to death!" The silver armored knight came to the middle of the field and stood in front of Artimon as if no one else was there. The audience held their breath and opened their mouths to look at him, and the barbecue crowd on the hillside in the distance was also deterred by the sudden silence, and they all stood up and looked at the place under the castle where the first rays of sunlight hit.

Eve watched the appearance of the knight with great joy. Maybe God prepared an unexpected ending after the cast and crew of this drama called off. The knight took a deep breath and opened his mouth: "I am a paladin!" "I am a paladin!" "I am a paladin!" His voice spread far and wide in the morning silence, and the early-rising inhabitants of Olapede heard it and thought it was a new version of the church's morning bell.The housewives lighting the fire, the kneader in the bakery, the coachman pulling the first guest, the children rushing to school, the dwarves in the coolie house, and the birds in the trees all stopped at that moment. , listening to the voice.

"Boss, you are crying." The head said. He sighed in his heart, this person finally shouted out the voice in his heart. "Yeah, I'm so excited, I finally became a paladin..." Kant burst into tears. "Bah! That's what you just yelled yourself." "No, the moment I yelled these three sentences, I suddenly realized... the highest state of life, that is, there has never been a paladin, as long as you think you are and believe you are, you are already a paladin. Paladin!" "Ouch...you're insane. If I had a stomach, I'd vomit all over you. Do I have one? No, so I can only beat you up in my mind!"

In this way, Kant, the poor undead commoner at the bottom, successfully ascended to the position of paladin in the spiritual victory of his long-term oppression and persecution by society. "Hey! The one in front!" Artimon shouted angrily, "Get out of the way, go crazy, don't stop me from receiving the award!" Kant looked left and right: "Who? Who is talking? Why do I look around and hear no one, only hear the screaming of ants, hahaha, the tiny will is trying to speak under the light of God. Everything is silent at this moment, you all need to listen carefully !" "This guy is completely crazy! Let's get away before he is dragged off his horse and put on ten thousand feet!" Moghul said. "He seems to be reciting operas?" said the snake demon Kavna, "he is very talented as an actor." "...The earth will turn upside down, the storm will come, follow me and you will have a way out! Come and raise my flag high..." Kant wanted to take out a flag from his side, only to realize that his body was out of control. "Hey, Mughal, get a flag, and just take a furoshiki!" "I'm not free, I'm packing myself up to run, it's too dangerous to stay with a mental patient!" "Hurry up, I suddenly feel that my body is full of heat, and the holy light is covering my body. Countless heroic images and lines are pouring out of my mind. I... I... I am about to sublimate!" "Don't talk about chemistry with the alchemist, that's called evaporation! I told you that the undead should come out less during the day." That being said, Mughal manipulated Kant's hand into the bundle on the horse's back. Everyone was waiting with their mouths wide open to see what holy object Kant would take out. Suddenly, the hand touched a piece of cloth that felt good in the bag, what could it be? Mughal pulled it out as soon as he gritted his teeth, and held it up to the sky, not even daring to look at it, hoping it wasn't a pair of underwear. "Wow!" The crowd exclaimed like a huge tide. What Kant held high in his hands was of course a flag. The banner of the Silver Moonlight Huajun. In the ages old, has flown in the fire, flown in the wind, flown in the wind. In the long war, countless battle flags were destroyed, burned, and broken on the battlefield, but one side remained.The owner of the paladin's armor, at the moment when the demon king was sealed and sucked into the armor, threw this flag to the flame of magic, intending to use it to suppress the demon spirit forever, and kept it until today. The real and only Silver Moonlight Huaqi. "Why is this thing in my bag?" Kant was also a little surprised. "You never take a good inventory of your gear, you forgot, you were trying to change your pants with it." "This cloth is too old and has two holes, but I like the silver moon on it, it looks like a flag." "That was the flag!" "Look!" Kant held up the flag and shouted, "Who should you believe in?" "Justice!" The audience answered in unison. Even they themselves were surprised by this unanimous voice. Because everyone knows this, and has seen and heard countless dramas and legends in countless history books, the oath of Yinyue Guanghua's army back then. "Who do you obey?" Kant continued. "glory!" "Who should you follow?" Kant shouted with all his strength. "You!" The crowd also made the loudest voice. The sound wave was like a frenzy, sweeping from the square to the entire city of Erapped, sweeping across the steeple of the church, the big bell rang, sweeping across the tiled surfaces of the houses, a flock of pigeons soared, swept across the city wall of the capital, and the banner was fierce. strongly encouraged. The soldiers on the city wall looked in the direction of the inner city and exclaimed: "This is really an extraordinary ceremony!" The priest of the church pressed his hands on his chest in the direction of the voice and praised: "God has finally chosen his defender. May the supreme glory follow him from now on..." Bismarck stood on his horse and smiled. This knight appeared so abruptly, but it seemed to be justified.As a faithful believer, when he saw that flag, he believed in a miracle. Yeve chanted all the words with the crowd, but it wasn't enough, and she followed everyone and cheered.She became hoarse, slapped her hands red, and was so excited that she wanted to cry.She doesn't know anything about political affairs, state affairs, and life in war. She came here hoping to see a heroic knight, a magnificent spectacle that could only be found in history books and legends. If she saw it, that was fine.Who cares where this paladin will lead the crowd in the future! The downcast mercenary group made the loudest noise in the crowd, and they brought everything they could beat. The man in black came out slowly from the woods, hid by the tree and glanced at the middle of the field. In the dark night, he didn't see who the knight attacking him was. Now he saw it, and he was shocked immediately: "This...is this...His Royal Highness the Demon King? No...calm down...this should be that Kant...God, did he really become a paladin?" The eyes of the man in black glistened with excitement: "Great...my task... I have another chance to complete it..." Kant looked at the cheers of the crowd, and felt that he was really dazzled by the golden light from above his head. He felt the blood start to flow in him again, and it felt so good that his dream came true in an instant.And it turned out to be as simple as shouting three times. "I have really become a paladin, you see everyone is cheering for me!" "You have a high fever of thirty-eight degrees nine, and the doctor advises you to hide in the shade quickly. They are all booing, don't you see it? They cooperate with you to watch a good show. You really can't see it?" "Well, if this is a scene, I don't want to take off the curtain or take off my makeup, I want to play it forever!" "But, do you know if you are playing a hero or a clown?" Kant didn't care about his words, the cheers of the crowd were overwhelming, as if the waves continued, as if everyone had been waiting for this moment, as if they had planned this carnival long ago. A crowd full of disappointment, anger, and unwillingness is like a bunch of dry wood. All it needs is a small spark. This Mars has now turned into a raging fire, and in the future this flame will sweep across the sky.