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In the language of Nora Continent, "Stan" means a flying knight, so the Kingdom of Stan can also be called the Kingdom of Knights.

On this continent, only truly noble warriors can have their own mounts.

A powerful mount also means that the combat power will increase exponentially, and a mount that can fly means that they can grasp the advantage of the sky in advance. This is a great improvement for fighters who have not yet reached the seventh level and have mastered the ability to fly .

So the flying knight - the sky knight, has naturally become synonymous with nobility.

Therefore, this country of knights is naturally also a place that warriors yearn for.

But at this time, in that luxurious palace, he should have enjoyed the ultimate glory in the world, but His Majesty, the most honorable king in the entire kingdom, was waiting anxiously in the palace.

It seemed that he was waiting for some delayed message.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the palace.

The old king raised his head, suddenly showing a frightened expression.

I saw a red robe on the left side, and a glowing armor on the right side. A silver-haired young man in a gorgeous platinum silk satin robe walked in the front, and everyone else was at least one body behind him.

"I don't think you need to wait, Your Majesty." The priest brushed off the non-existent dust on his snow-white clothes, and said nothing. Instead, a priest beside him spoke, as if to convey his meaning.

"Why?" The red-clothed priest showed a look of regret on his face, "Why do you have to turn your back on the glory of God when you are as honorable as Your Excellency?"

"How could it be you...?" The old king finally showed a look of shock on his face.

"Your Majesty is the only one in the entire country who doesn't know that those assassins who tried to assassinate Lord Caesar have been captured and tortured. All that needs to be said has been said, and Archmage Merlin, because of his affair with the assassins, treason and rebellion, committed crimes. He has committed a heinous crime and has been seriously injured by Lord Caesar, so it is only a matter of time before he is imprisoned." A knight next to him sneered.

"Never try to speculate on the power of gods with a mortal heart, it will only lead to your own destruction." The silver-haired man finally spoke, his voice was as indifferent as a high god.

...

At this time, Boss Fang was still sitting in front of the computer, explaining some basic words and sentences.

"Cultivator of Immortals: ..." Boss Fang edited word by word. As a popular science post, it must be detailed and pragmatic.

"The difference between a refiner and an alchemist:..."

"Royal Sword Flying:..."

"Dragon in the world of fairy sword:..."

"Boss!" Someone seemed to be calling Boss Fang, but Boss Fang was obviously very busy right now, so he didn't notice it at all.

"What else...?" Boss Fang scratched his head. Now he felt that the work of the store owner was getting harder and harder. Did he get it without looking at a store?

"Hey..." You shouldn't say anything to write a popular science post.

Of course, in order to promote communication between new and old stores and build a harmonious online environment, Boss Fang thinks it is still necessary.

...

Apparently, Boss Fang was completely unaware of the hustle and bustle outside.

Greyhawk City's execution of these assassins this time is a public execution, so not only around the execution ground, but also surrounded by people.

Of course, this is not the meaning of the above, but Luthor believes that it is necessary for the temple to change its image in the eyes of all countries recently.

He felt that it was necessary to do so, not to mention that the turmoil of the previous war had gradually passed, and now no one wanted to mention it, so now is also the time.

Execution of some notorious figures can not only establish prestige, but also make the people of all countries feel happy-these assassins who dare to enter the temple to assassinate the clergy are naturally the best candidates.

Similarly, this is also the best deterrent to these assassins who dare to sabotage his event.

They were just some assassins, weak and humble assassins, he felt nothing to worry about these stinky rats who had dealt with them for countless years, these lowest and most hated guys.

He felt that these assassins would definitely regret what they did last time!

He made a lot of preparations for this.

For example, forbidden magic circle, forbidden magic circle, magic trap, etc., not to mention, they still have a trump card.

Although the most mysterious knight order in the temple is named after knights, in fact, they are the oldest assassins in the world!

Luther believed that if these damned, humble reptiles were really qualified to see them, their expressions would be extremely exciting.

On the execution ground, all the assassins were brought up.

"So it's you...! Your Excellency Luther." Among the assassins, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and scars all over his body raised his head and suddenly smiled.

"You know me too?" Luther said proudly.

"Of course, I yelled 'Are these natives crazy' in front of the audience from all over the world and forcibly turned off the spell projection like an idiot, I... remember it all."

Luther couldn't help but froze.

"Hahahaha!" the assassin laughed wildly, "You call them 'natives' and invade them with high-sounding reasons, but in the end you are beaten to pieces by these 'natives', what are you? Dove Square is watching! You shameless invaders! Shit!"

"Tell him to shut up!" The assassin was hit hard on the face with a stick, and he was unable to make a sound for a long time. After a long time, he spit out a few bloody teeth.

It seemed that half of his face had lost consciousness, but he was still smiling, and then shouted: "One day, your despicable deeds will be exposed in front of everyone!"

"Gag him!" Luther yelled angrily.

Soon, he was forcefully stuffed into his mouth by a ball of dirty cloth, and he only had time to make a "woo hoo" sound.

"Okay!" The upper side of the execution ground is where all the dignitaries of Greyhawk City sit.

Luther sat in the most honorable position in the center.

And at this time, far away in the kingdom of Stan, the kingdom that belongs to the knights.

A large number of assassins were also escorted together. They were wearing prison uniforms, and some of them were bruised and sitting on the lawn of the prison. In front of them, a magic projection gradually condensed into shape.

Among them were two white-haired old men with strange black chains on their hands and feet. They were the core-level figures of the elders of the underground council.

It was also the assassin who broke the magic spell and almost endangered those high priests.

"Look how your stupid countrymen perish! Damned bedbugs!" spat one of the jailers viciously.