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This is an old soldier. His hair and beard have turned gray, his deep eyes reveal a light of wisdom and calmness, the leather armor is quite worn, even the leather on the shoulder blades and other places are a little curled, and the long sword in his hand is also mediocre, after fading and adding the divine power on it, it looks like an ordinary sword, well-maintained but there is no visible sword body with the slightest magical power, the cross-shaped gauntlet is mediocre, without any exquisite decoration, and the hilt is only carefully wound with cheap leather, although the blade is sharp, it is easy to hold, it will definitely last for a long time, but it is extremely simple- Just like a classic car that has been running for 20 years, although the owner strictly follows the maintenance manual every week, and never overspeeds or does any damage to the mechanism, this cannot change its essence of ordinary and ordinary, and it will never be compared to a top-of-the-line sports car equipped with a miniature nuclear fusion engine.

Forty-Seven's anger subsided a little after he realized that he wasn't the stupid girl who had provoked him so many times, but he was still quite dissatisfied.

"Old man, put an end to this nonsense......"

Forty-seven held the greatsword alof, the burning flames completely enveloping the blade, and even the air swirled around the blade because of the twisted heat.

"Please wait!" The paladin took two more steps back, but still did not take a defensive stance: "Let the battle come when it should come, and end when it should end! I have no ill intentions, but I have the wrong impression of you for a while, although you are not a good species, you are by no means as evil as I or you think!"

"Oh?" the rhetoric made Forty-Seven a little intrigued. Although such words may only be a show of weakness or a means to confuse the enemy, the person in front of him is a holy warrior, and Forty-Seven has also learned from getting along with the two holy warriors these days that the holy warrior may be roundabout, patient and even temporarily retreat in the face of evil, but he will never compromise to say that evil is not evil - this is how the holy warriors drilled their horns, good and evil, righteous and depraved, and they had almost nothing else in their heads every day except these.

Forty-seven turned his head around him, he had forgotten this habit for a long time: "I'm not interested in your preaching, there are only two things in this world - what I hate, and what I don't hate so much...... Unfortunately, the Paladin is something I hate. ”

The old paladin hung his sword at his waist and spread his hands outstretched, he seemed very sure that Forty-Seven would not attack suddenly: "Construct creatures, although I don't know what you've been through...... It may be presumptuous to say that, but I still have some questions, and I hope you can clear my doubts. ”

And the third, what's going on these days, the Creature Appreciation Conference?

"It seems to me that it is very foolish to impose various attributes on others according to their species, and in this regard, you Paladins are especially enthusiastic. Forty-seven put down the big sword in his hand, and it seemed that the other party had no intention of fighting, which also affected Forty-seven's interest: "I don't have much time to chat with you here, if you feel too lonely, I will go to the desert in the northeast of the forest, where there is a dragon who likes to chat very much, I think you should become good friends." ”

The old paladin still maintained a kind posture, and did not pay attention to Forty-Seven's sarcastic tone: "You are from the Uther tribe of the Night Elves, right? What did Uther tell you? Let you pay attention to the priest of the Night Elves...... Or do I try to keep you? Tell me, it's important to me. ”

The paladin succeeded in arousing Forty-Seven's interest, and the idea of turning away was temporarily put behind Forty-Seven.

Four** walked to a position only one step away from the holy warrior and looked down at the old holy warrior, as if to see from his face how he knew that he was from Uther's camp and why he wanted to know what Uther was talking to him - Forty-Seven's mouth was slightly open, showing a sarcastic smile, a sharp and disjointed tooth loomed, and he subconsciously scratched his chin with his fingers, making a screeching sound of metal cutting through metal.

Although he was sure that the creature in front of him was not the target he had to destroy, and he was confident that he would not suddenly attack him, the old holy warrior was still a little nervous, after all, this distance was no different from two people standing together with their noses touching their noses, but he still didn't put his hand on the hilt of the sword, nor did he make any defensive posture, whether he wanted to show his sincerity, or just didn't want to lose to the other party in momentum, this concentration was rare.

If it were the other two paladins who remained in the elven tribe, they would definitely scream and draw their weapons and distance themselves in this situation.

"Well, the color of your beard looks healthy...... At least it's healthier than the old dragon's beard......" After forty-seven finished the identification, he stared into the other party's eyes for a while: "But I don't know you, why should I sue you about me?"

"Either way, Uther must be interested in you. The paladin's gaze was firm, and the corners of his eyes covered with crow's feet were full of resolute and uprightness: "I think he should have learned something from you...... Or maybe he thinks he's got something, but I think he might have a mistaken understanding—can you come with me back to Elder Uther?"

"Are you already Alzheimer's?" Forty-Seven laughed: "I don't know you, and I don't like you even more, if you were killed by something in this ghost forest, I would be happy to stand aside and admire, and now you want me to go back to that elven village with you?"

"I'm sorry, maybe I was reckless...... Well, where are you going, maybe I can help you a little," the old paladin blinked, and suddenly made a playful expression: "You know, running around in this dark forest, unless an old man like me is used to it, and it is very difficult for a young man like you to travel in it!"

“...... I'm sure you weren't born when I was in this world. ”

"Being young is not about how long a person lives, but about his mentality – impulsiveness and stubbornness are always the preserve of young people, just like you. The old paladin smiled slightly, and after a few minutes of conversation, he seemed to have regarded Forty-Seven as a junior living next door to him.

"Bearded imp, speak carefully, or do you want to feel my youthful vitality?" Although he said this, Forty-Seven hung the sword behind his back, and the flail was also deformed and recycled: "In the future, when you meet the four-clawed seduction demon, you may be able to use this set of rhetoric to please him." You say you can help me? Are you telling me that there is not necessarily a direct ratio between youth and age?"

"Do you think I'm deceiving you?" the paladin is true to his heart and will not lie," the evil word of the seduction demon made the paladin's face change for a moment, and his voice paused, "Except for white lies, perhaps...... Are you leaving the Sleeping Forest?"

"Oh, I'm glad you can see it, then, give me some actual construction, my hearing is not bad. Forty-seven walked away.

"Hmm...... You may not be able to leave the forest for a month, but perhaps I should take you to the river so that you can follow the river - no, you may not be able to recognize which tributaries lead out of the forest, and it is not good to go deeper, and I fear that the creatures who go to the river to drink will attack you out of misunderstanding...... It's a waste of time to take you out, and I'll have to do everything I can to see Uther...... Actually, it's best for you to wait, come with me to Uther, and then I'll send you out of the forest, oh well, you won't agree......"

Forty-seven listened to him talk to himself, and realized that he did have the qualities of an old man compared to himself—good at wandering and verbose