The fact is that the six people only stayed next to this teleportation array for less than five minutes, and the lich above had already moved to the battlefield, and the six people immediately sat in the teleportation array and left this underground mausoleum, which was not much of a place to go, but the real area was actually not small.

It's not that there is not a single cataclysmic undead in the battlefield, it's just that compared to the paladin lich's side, the calamity undead in other places are relatively sparse, and I don't know if it's because it was a lich who was a paladin before his death, these calamity undead turned out to be all of them looking like paladins, and I don't know if this son of light summoned all the knights of the Holy Light Knights who fought side by side with him before.

There is no superfluous communication, or I don't know what to do when I'm down, but when I come to the ground, facing the most familiar boss, I'm afraid that anyone in the team is more experienced than Mu Yi, Mu Yi followed Long Xiang three hundred catties and they quickly chased after the child of light towards the coordinates reported by the players, in fact, even if there is no statement of those big-mouthed players text live broadcast, Just by the density of these paladin's undead, you can roughly judge which direction the paladin is heading, and walk from sparse to dense.

There is no so-called hatred or faction between players, it is completely driven by interests, and when the monsters in the battlefield can produce more than twice the battlefield contribution than the player, the players will not pay attention to the player in the first place, so the six people did not suffer much hindrance to get close to the place where they could see the lich, of course, if they want to attack, they may not be able to reach it in a short time.

I have to say that the six people came at just the right time, because the mysterious man in the dark camp who was wearing a shabby black cloak and riding a two-headed wyvern and the mysterious man in a gray coat riding a unicorn on the side of the light camp were surrounding the former head of the Knight of Light at this time, and they were communicating with a voice that all the players present could hear.

"Lexington! That's enough! Come back with me! The mysterious man of the Light Camp shouted.

"Go back? Berelli! Can I go back to the way I am now? Lexington, the leader of the previous generation of Knights of Light, who was finally willing to reveal his name, looked at the mysterious man riding the unicorn with a pair of frosty blue eyes, I don't know if the lich's voice is like this or this Lexington is in this mood at this time, the voice of this former hero is a little lonely and dry.

"Yes! My heart is to the light, and the light is in my heart! Hearing Lexington's obviously relieved reply, Berelli immediately called out loudly.

A frosty blue glow in Lexington's eyes suddenly bloomed.

"Mr. Lexington, I am questioning your faith, but I still hope that you will recall the battle, I don't think you will forget it so quickly, right?" The mysterious man of the dark camp interjected a sentence tepidly at this time, and the weight of this sentence was obviously heavier than Berley's sentence, and the light in Lexington's eyes instantly weakened.

"What about that war? Lexington fought for our shared beliefs, his sacrifice was for the Light, and he was a hero to our Light faction! Salas! You're not qualified to judge Lexington's achievements here at will! Berelli angrily looked at the mysterious man in the dark camp.

The three NPCs, who did not want to be named, finally all have names.

Salas smiled, and his voice shuddered, and said, "Breley! I said that I have no intention of questioning your faith, you say that I am not qualified to judge your so-called faith, on the contrary, the bondage of your faith in the camp of light is the bondage of free souls! Besides, even if we put aside our faith, heroes? How many people remember the former head of the Knights of Light? How many people still remember the deeds of this regimental commander? How many people still remember that battle back then? Look at the people in your Light Camp, they seem to know him only as a lich in the face of the heroes of the past! ”

Crit!

There's nothing more tangible than what you've seen with your own eyes, and of course, sometimes seeing isn't necessarily believing, but it's clear that the players of the Light Camp who are killing those scourge undead on the battlefield today are the scene that hits the heart.

The light in Lexington's eyes suddenly shining, but it was clearly not for the same reason as before.

"They forgot!" Lexington's voice was a little cold.

"A tragic experience should not be remembered by future generations! They deserve to have a good life! We are not fighting to make them remember our sacrifices, but to let them enjoy the beauty of our sacrifices! This sentence of Berelli is a very obvious justification.

"Really? What about the Grip of Light, my Grip of Light? It seemed that Lexington had finally broken free from the memories of the past and looked at Berelli coldly.

As if grasping at a life-saving straw, Berelli said, "The two-headed demon army sent by Sola has leveled the land of the Light, and the Pope has sent the most elite warriors and still failed to bring the Grasp of Light out safely!" ”

Salas's voice rang out again, and he said, "Lord Sora has only sent a small army of two-headed demons from different tribes, not even the most powerful Celtic legion among the ogres, and the elite of the Pope has fallen apart, right?" ”

"A coalition of a thousand ogres! Small troops? ”

"Five Knights of Light plus their mounts can't handle an ogre? What you're trying to tell me is that your Pope is not willing to send out even five thousand Knights of Light? Salas's voice lowered an octave, full of evil flavor: "If I remember correctly, at that time, the old Pope overdrew his last vitality because of his divine magic, and the candidates for the new generation of Pope were only Lexington and Black, Lexington, who was the head of the Knights of the Holy Light, led the troops out, and Black, who had not made any achievements before, temporarily acted as the Pope and sat in the rear, and the Knights of the Holy Light at that time was really a loyal and strong team!" ”

Loyalty means not changing allegiance to the owner at will, being strong means not being able to control it easily, the new pope is competing between two people, and one of them has such a huge fighting power in his hands, Salas's words are enough just to say this, to say this. Of course, for Paladin Lexington, of course, it is not enough, but for Lexington, the Lich, this is already very sufficient.

Heart-wrenching words! I have to say that the NPCs of the dark camp are really good at this kind of work.