Infinite Heroes Seat

In the darkened room of the largest tavern in Kurast, a group of knights were making a loud noise. They raised their wine glasses high and poured their wine into mouthfuls. The drink ran down the corners of their mouths and wet their clothes. But they didn't care either, they were still gulping, as if they were going to die of drunkenness.

Next to them, a small group of alcoholics were accustomed to looking here, pointing and pointing, with contempt in their eyes.

Suddenly the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a ray of sunlight came in.

The dazzling sunlight suddenly brightened the room, everyone subconsciously squinted their eyes, and a figure walked in in the light.

He has short brown hair, white armor, and a sword hanging from his waist.

This is a Paladin.

There were still tears in her eyes, but Fali's eyes became firm. She frowned and looked at everything in the tavern, and then strode towards the most central table, where several drunk people gathered. Knight, babbling nonsense.

Kicked over the wine table, Fali snatched the bottle from a knight and poured it on them mercilessly.

After being sprinkled by the cold drink, the several knights were just a jealous spirit, a little sober, and then furious.

"Little girl, what are you doing!"

"Smelly boy, are you looking to die!"

......

Like an enraged beast, the eyes of the knights were full of anger.

A brown-haired knight even rolled up his sleeves, ready to do it.

He yelled: "Boy. I want to teach you a lesson!"

"Enough! Are you still the knights of Zakarum like this!"

With a louder voice, Fali yelled back, the voice loud. Overwhelming all the sounds in the tavern.

The tavern fell silent for a while.

The knight was taken aback for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth split, revealing a smile that was not so much a laugh as a cry.

"The knight of Zakarum? The knight of Zakarum?-Zakarum is gone for a long time! It has disappeared! The Knight Order does not exist anymore!"

Tears gushed from his eyes, and he grabbed the wine bottle that had fallen on the ground, not too dirty, and poured it violently.

Tears dripped with alcohol. He raised the bottle high and waved it around.

"For the dead Zakarum, let's do it!"

There was a short silence. Half of the drinkers raised their glasses.

"Do!"

"For the dead Zakarum!"

"For the Knights!"

......

There was a deep echoing sound, the whimper was accompanied by the swallowing, and tears kept pouring out of the knights' eyes.

"enough!"

Fali screamed, tears in her eyes as well.

"Zakarum is still alive. It is still alive in my heart. As long as my heart hasn't stopped beating, it will live forever!"

Fali banged her breastplate hard, and a badge was engraved there, which was the symbol of the hand of Zakarum.

Everyone in the tavern became silent.

"Boy, what do you know!"

A tall paladin stood up from the corner. He seemed to be very prestigious. Wherever he went, all the knights gave him way without saying a word.

With a drunken smell. He came to Fali.

"Boy, what do you know!"

He picked Farie up. Yelled at her.

"A friend who was still drinking yesterday suddenly drew a knife at you!"

"The resident who originally regarded you as a hero now points to you and yells at the devil!"

"Have you seen the tired bones in the skinning forest! Our teachers, brothers, and friends are still lying there!"

"Do you know what it feels like to believe in something for a lifetime but collapse overnight!"

"Say! Do you know?"

Shaking Farrie violently, the paladin's face was particularly sordid.

"I don't know!" Fali also shouted loudly.

"I only know that your comrades are still dead, and their eyes are still looking at you! I only know that our holy land is still being occupied by a group of demons, and the glory of Zakarum is being tarnished! I only know our companions. 'S soul is eager to be redeemed, but you are here drunk and dreaming!"

Kicked fiercely under the knight's crotch, Farrie landed on the floor and looked at him coldly.

"You coward!"

"Coward?" The knight who was squatting down while clutching his lower body in pain was a joy, "Coward, yes, I'm a coward!"

He suddenly lifted his head and started crying.

"West Asia, I'm sorry, I can't save you!"

"John, forgive dad, dad can only do this, forgive me!"

"Will, my old friend, I am useless, I can only watch you being controlled by those demons, and I, and I-- can't do anything!"

......

"I, I'm a coward!"

Holding his head, the knight cried like a child.

The surrounding knights also had red eyes, and a knight patted Farrie on the shoulder.

"Forgive Captain Gore. He saw his wife as a sacrifice, killed in the temple, and his demon-controlled son was also chasing us, and died in the hands of the captain himself. That was just a tenth. How old are you!"

"It's not that we didn't try to take back everything we have, but we can't destroy that **** thing at all!"

"There were still nearly a thousand people who withdrew to the harbor, but after a few attempts, only a hundred people were left!"

......

"It's not that we renounced ourselves, but-Zakarum is over!"

In the last sentence, the knight roared flushed.

Fali was stunned. She didn't expect this to happen. She opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

She looked at the knights, although they were drinking, but behind them were faces with blood and tears.

"No! It's not over yet!"

A flat voice rang. Mo Wen and Kane walked into the bar, followed by Lilian.

Everyone's eyes were attracted.

Mowen's figure in the sun looked extraordinarily tall.

"The thing that controls and corrupts the people of Zakarum is called a forced sphere, and we have a way to destroy it."

The tavern was quiet again.

Gore ignored the pain of upper and lower body. Suddenly got up from the ground and grabbed Mo Wen.

"Boy, are you true?"

There was a trace of extravagant hope and a trace of fear in his eyes.

Not fearing those demons or death, but fearing another disappointment.

Looking at those bright red eyes calmly, Mo Wen nodded, his gaze turned to Kane.

The latter slowly explained: "The ancient Horadim sealed the King of Hatred in the Tower of the Guardian, located in the temple city of Trivank. The only way to enter Mephisto’s imprisonment is to destroy it. An ancient artifact called a forced sphere. Now Mephisto is using this device to control the priest of Zakarum and his followers. You can only use another ancient flail to infuse a priest who has not yet compromised with it. The soul was able to destroy this sphere. After he was imprisoned, Mephisto immediately set about controlling the young priest of Zakarum. All the young men were led by him into the dark road, except for one-that is, Ke Lim, the Quiheigang of the High Council. Mephisto directed the priests of the other councils to kill and dismember Quiheigang, and then scattered his bones throughout the kingdom. Just collect the scattered remains of Klimt— -His heart, brain and eyes. Then use Hradek's cubes. Turn his remains into Klimt's flail. Use Klimt's willpower to destroy the force sphere. Free all the church members."

"Quiehegang? Klimt? You mean the biggest traitor in the history of the temple?" Gore asked in surprise.

Kane shook his head, "I'm afraid that was the only Zakarum who knew the truth and was devoted to fighting the King of Hatred. It was also after Klimt's death that the Zakarum Church stepped into the abyss of destruction."

Gore suddenly became excited, and he shook Mo Wen vigorously, "Where are those **** things, Klim's corpse, Hradek's cube. And that flail!"

"Klimt's eyes are in the spider cave in the spider forest. Only it can see the real road to Mephisto."

"Klimt's brain is in the skinning cellar in the skinning forest. It knows Mephisto's weaknesses."

"Klimt's heart is in the sewers of the Kurast Mall. It still has the courage to fight Mephisto!"

Mo Wen said slowly, and finally took a look at Gore.

"The last ancient flail, it is in the hands of the elders of the High Council."

"The flail in Elder Brem's hands!" a knight suddenly cried.

Gore's brows frowned. Since learning that there are ways to rescue his companions and revenge, the paladin's composure and calmness seemed to return to him.

"Why should we trust you?"

"You have no choice at all!"

Mo Wen said coldly.

He walked out of the tavern, and then a loud voice sounded from outside, and it resounded throughout the tavern and the entire harbor.

"Knights of Zakarum, do you want to avenge your dead relatives and friends? Do you want to rescue those robes trapped in demon magic? Do you want the heroes buried in the forest to sleep peacefully?

I’m Modi Seattle, a paladin inherited from Zakarum. My companion and I are from the east. We drove the tormented and depressed queen Andariel back to hell, and we expelled Durui, the king of pain. Er, now we have come here after hunting down the dread **** Diablo, the once holy place of Zakarum-Kurast, here has been shrouded in darkness, but we have in our hands the liberation of all Zakarum method! "

"Now we have come to a fork in the destiny."

"Fate is waiting for our choice!"

"Sink right now?"

"Still reborn from destruction!"

"The glory of the angel shines on me!"

Grace Wald's redemption bloomed with dazzling light, and a huge angel image appeared above the tavern, and the shining wings shrouded the entire harbor under it.

"I will follow in the footsteps of Akarat and reproduce the glory I am waiting for!"

The whole harbor was silent, all the knights ran out, everyone looked at the tall angel image in the sky, and knelt down on one knee religiously.

"All those who want to avenge their relatives and friends! All those who want to save the painful souls who are still trapped by the devil! All those who want to put the dead spirits to sleep! And all the ones who want to restore Sakaran People in the name of Mu!"

"In three days, we will gather on the largest platform in the port of Curast."

"We will-recover our holy land-the city of the gods-Cui Fanke!"

"Long live Zakarum!"

The loud sound disappeared, and then the whole harbor was silent.

Then a voice shouted hoarsely: "Long live Zakarum!"

That voice was so bleak and so firm.

"Long live Zakarum!"

"Long live Zakarum!"

"Long live Zakarum!"

......

Voices sounded one after another.

One person roared, ten others roared, and thousands roared.

The entire harbour of Kurast was shrouded in fanatical roars.

The whole world was shaken by the huge roar.

A paladin threw aside his wine bottle and strode towards the house.

A tall blacksmith in the smithy threw away the forged hammer in his hand~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and picked up the armor on the wall to repair it.

A merchant who was selling fish pushed away all the goods. In the buyer's surprised eyes, he pulled out a sharp weapon from the fish basket and wiped it desperately.

Outside the tavern, looking at the figure bathed in the angel's holy light, Old Gore burst into tears.

"Xia, John, look at me, I will avenge you!"

"Will, wait for me, I will save you!"

Reverently walking to Mo Wen's side, Gore knelt down on one knee.

"The Captain of the Second Squad, the Third Squadron of the Knights of the Hand of Zakarum, Gol Ranchi, reports to you, in the name of the Paladin, I am willing to regain our holy land and rescue my robe for the sword in your hand. , To restore the glory I waited for!"

"My blood, my flesh, and my soul are all for your use! But if there is a breath, it will never stop!"

One knight walked out of the tavern, knelt down in front of Mo Wen on one knee. (To be continued...)