Several religious knights who were shocked by the powerful force shown by the god Wu Li found excuses for their cowardice and avoiding war outside the town. With shame and hatred, they restrained their companions' bodies and began to summon strong helpers to wash away sins and revenge.

For the real big men, a town law enforcement officer who only holds the title of knight;

Two religious warriors stationed in small parishes with a population of only 3,500 or more, serving weak gods and other gods died by chance when they met a stubborn thug. It was really not a big deal.

After all, unlike the world dominated by technological civilization, "Falong" is a super-powered civilization with hundreds of thousands of years of civilization history and ruled by hundreds of gods. It is no surprise that there are too many "unlucky guys" who die on the street.

However, this is an extremely difficult task for Viscount Avannah whose dignity is provoked and the priests of the "Thorn Flower City" which governs the temple of the "Red Iron Lady" in Yelu Town.

On the afternoon of the attack, it was located in a vast plain covered with tender green grass. It was surrounded by canals with terrible aquatic beasts. It was wearing a snow-white cotton gown, with gray hair and turbid eyes. Viscount Avana, sitting on an embroidered flower by the window, with a round back on a chair, and drinking "revitalizing tea" with a wooden expression.

Next to the elderly nobleman, a young warrior with slender eyes, thin body, wrapped in a bandage of bright red blood on his right shoulder was standing pale, and his voice was hoarse: "...The man in gray robe only flashed the tip of the Knight Akendin's sword with his finger, and bent his sword body. Instead, he stabbed into the knight's chest...

…Master Norton and Guytonite were kicked to death at the same time, and we were seriously injured. It was because he was unwilling to attack those who could not resist anymore, so he left his life…”

As soon as he said this, the heavy wooden door of the study was suddenly pushed open. A young man wearing a light hunting suit leather armor, with a scarlet cloak and a heavy sword on his waist. He was taller and tall, with a well-proportioned and strong muscles on his body. He was shining with golden hair as shiny as the sun, draped over his shoulders. A handsome young man strode in.

"Father, I heard from the Director Casio that the religious samurai who believed in the noble 'Red Iron Lady' in Wild Deer Town came to the castle and brought bad news," he shouted in anger, "Someone offended the dignity of the Avannah family and killed the law enforcement officer you ordered. Did you?"

As soon as the handsome young man finished speaking, he followed closely behind him and hurriedly ran into the study. Some of the young men and women wearing hunting leather armor, some wearing gorgeous noble casual clothes and skirts were already politely bowing to Lao Viscount sitting on the wooden chair and saying, "Say to you, Lord Viscount Avannah."

"Lord Indira, Dame Desmona...you guys." Viscount Avannah ignored the roar of his eldest son, and his muddy eyes swept over the faces of the young men who had just entered the study and looked different. He stood up and greeted them one by one. Then he ordered the servants standing by the wall and said, "Manoao, go and ask the cook to prepare the refreshment, and ask the servants to carry some soft chairs and invite the guests to sit."

"Yes, Lord." Viscount's most trusted personal servant retired respectfully. Before he even left, he heard a decent smile on one of the young men and women beside him. His facial features were as handsome as a peerless beauty. Only the bulging Adam's apple made the man who would not misunderstand his gender politely spoke: "Your Excellency Viscount, please don't have to bother.

We have been visiting Avannah for many days, and it has been very troubled, especially now that something has happened to your territory. If you have any trouble for us, it will make me too frustrated. On the contrary, if you have something to do, please give me instructions. As your successor to the title, Lord Yizhefa, I will be very honored to be able to wave the staff for our deep friendship."

Hearing this, Lao Viscount Friedman showed a gratitude smile on his face. He was about to speak, but he didn't expect that his eldest son had already laughed and said, "Luis, do you want to use the favor you owe me to such small things? You are just a madman who uses martial arts in the countryside. Do you think our Avannah family..."

When the handsome young man called his territory unceremoniously the "country place", the guests on the side were either sincere or pretending to show concern and twitched the corners of his mouth unconsciously. Viscount Avannah interrupted the eldest son in anger and shouted: "Shut up, Yizhefa, the land under our feet has been passed down for more than 700 years and has been passed down by twenty-one lords and nobles.

Now it is the front line to fight against invaders from other worlds. Every foot of the land here is full of glory and glory, and it is definitely not a 'country place' in your mouth."

"But compared with the magnificent city of Maginobino, this place is obviously a countryside..." Yizhefa muttered in a low voice to look at his father, but did not retort loudly. He turned his head and looked at the injured religious knight aside and said, "Father, your anger will not be spread on me.

Whether the ‘Avannah Collector’ is the land full of glory and glory in your mouth, or what I think is the countryside, the honor of the Avannah family cannot be defiled, isn’t it?”

"Hmph..." Hearing the eldest son's words, the viscount's snorted coldly, but did not scold anything. Instead, he also looked at the religious samurai beside him and said, "Keila Samurai, let's continue. According to your words, your entire team of religious samurai do not even have the power to fight back, right?"

"Yes, Lord Viscount," said the religious samurai with his head down and a shameful expression: "We should have defended the glory of the goddess with death, but the enemy's strength is too strong. We subdued us casually, and we did not even have the chance to die in battle."

"Did you see his face?" Viscount Avannah asked in a deep voice.

"See, Lord Viscount," Quilla nodded repeatedly, "The man in gray robe was completely unscrupulous. Before leaving, he took the initiative to show his face. He was a young man with black hair, black pupils and yellow skin, looking only in his twenties.

He also said that he was born at dawn, so there was a strange name called Li Sheng.”

"A young man with dark eyes, black hair and yellow skin is named Li Sheng, right? These clues are enough." Hearing the words of the religious warrior, Yizhefa showed a satisfied smile on his face, bowed to Lao Viscount, and said, "Father, please wait for a few days. I will soon wash away the shame of "Avannah" with the blood of the enemy." He turned around and walked out of the study.

"Stop, Yizhefa, your recklessness will sooner or later kill you." Viscount Avannah scolded his son and asked the injured religious warrior: "Samurai Quila, you should also report the attack to the temple of the 'Thorn Flower City', right?"

"Yes, Lord Viscount," the religious warrior endured the pain, remained silent for a moment, and calculated the time. "The Aznik warrior should have arrived at the 'Thorn Flower City' now. I believe that by tomorrow morning, the elite warriors sent by the priests of the Dododor House will arrive at the 'Avannah Collegiate'."

"Well." The viscount nodded in contemplation and looked at the eldest son and said, "Yizhefa, the warrior named Li Sheng offended not only the glory of our Avannah family, but also blasphemed the glory of the great 'Red Iron Lady'. So wait until tomorrow morning to meet with the religious warriors in the 'Thorn Flower City' temple to chase and suppress the murderers together. This is my order as the head of the Avannah family."

"Father..." Yizhefa turned around and was about to protest, but when he saw the stubborn face of Viscount, he swallowed the words rushing to his mouth, and roared angrily, "If the warriors in the 'Thorn Flower City' temple were not there tomorrow morning, I would have to take the territory knights to chase the murderer myself." He strode out of the study.

Seeing him leave, the other young men and women in the study looked at each other and said goodbye. Watching their backs disappear, Viscount Avannah breathed a long sigh of relief in his tiredness and said to the religious warrior beside him: "Samurai Quila is troubled by you, come and report the news. Please go down and rest first. I will let the doctor in the castle see your wound later."

"This is the Viscount I should be." Quella bowed respectfully and staggered down as the servant walked.

In a blink of an eye, Viscount Avannah was the only one left in the study room. He frowned and sat down again, looking at the green grass outside the window, and didn't know what he was thinking. It was not until a long time later that a short old man in a white-collar black silk shirt came to him quietly, and he said, "Casio, how is Yizhefa?"

"Sir, the young man is choosing the cavalry to pursue tomorrow," the short old man whispered: "Lord Louis, Lord Yingdila... has been following him all the time, and it seems that he is planning to follow the 'hunting' tomorrow."

"Hunting..." The turbid gaze suddenly showed a hawk-like light, and he whispered with a strange expression: "Do you treat warriors who can easily defeat ten religious warriors as prey? The young people nowadays have the courage."

"Maybe the young friends also heard the incompleteness of Warrior Quilla's words," the short old man smiled and said bluntly: "If you really want to die for the glory of the 'Red Iron Lady', how could you not find a chance? After all, it's just timidity.

How powerful can a warrior who defeated ten religious warriors who served the "young gods" in small rural dioceses, who were afraid of death, but could not kill them all.

The exaggerated and unreasonable descriptions of Warrior Quilla are probably lies to save himself from sin.”

Hearing the words of the territory supervisor, Viscount Avannah extinguished the sharpness in his eyes, smiled silently, and said nothing more.

At the same time, in the third largest city in the northern county of the Red Iron Kingdom hundreds of miles away, the "Thorn Flower City", the temple gate serving the Red Iron Lady suddenly opened. Dozens of heavy armored knights, led by a middle-aged priest wearing silver crown, rode out of the city in the direction of the "Avannah Leader". (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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