The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Wait, are we going to face her with swords?" Barris stood up all of a sudden. "What if, what if she is really the messenger of Androst?"

Samson didn't listen to Barris' words, but turned around and quickly disappeared at the other end of the White Tower corridor.

Barris took a deep breath, picked up the Templar helmet on the table and ran out. The captains of the Templars in the White Tower seemed to have been ordered, but the church priests in the White Tower seemed ignorant of the actions of the Templars. They stood on both sides of the corridor, trying to run over. The Templars stepped aside and looked at them strangely confused.

"Sir Barris."

Suddenly, a member of the church stopped him. Barris turned around, and the noble godmother Hawala was approaching him with two entourages. In the traditional sense, the Knights Templar belonged to the church. Although they ignored all the orders from the church during the three years of the Holy Law War, after Lord Lucius decided to return to the church, they had to accept the same as everything else. Church management. Barris brought his legs together and one hand stroking his shoulders to pay tribute to the noble godmother.

"Salute you, Godmother Hawala."

"You are here at the right time, sir. The heresy who claims to be the messenger of Andros is about to come to the city of Val. We need the Templars to protect this city and protect the church from those heretics who claim to be the Tribunal. Threat." Godmother Hawala almost narrowed her eyes into a gap, a heresy armed independently of the church, something that Androst Church has not encountered in hundreds of years. Not to mention that the pope is now dead and the new pope election is far away. This is when the church is at its weakest.

"But Master Lucius is calling us, please forgive me, noble godmother, I should go to Master Lucius to gather first."

"I have sent someone to talk to the Inquirer Lucius, let the Templars defend the city." Godmother Hawala patted Barris on the shoulder. "Come with me, I will be at the summer market. When meeting those heretics, I will announce to the people in this city that the church still protects them. You stand with me, and people can safely face the heretics. Your Excellency Lucius is gathering knights, and he will arrest those heretics. ."

Upon seeing this, Barris didn't say anything, he nodded to the noble godmother, followed behind the godmother to the tall arch at the exit of the white tower.

On the long bridge outside the Wall imperial city, Lavilland and his party are pacing on the white marble road. A scout from the Trial Order saw them and hurried over from the gate of the city.

"Seeker." The scout stroked his chest to Cassandra and Lavilan. "The people in the church are ready for this meeting."

"Why are there so few people on the street?" Lavilland looked at the magnificent city in front of him curiously. There were more than a dozen statues erected on both sides of the long bridge that entered, facing each other. The stone seat under each statue is inlaid with a golden nameplate, which records the name and deeds of the great man who was erected as a statue for future generations to admire. But there are almost no pedestrians here, not even the city guards. As the capital of the Oles Empire, the long bridge in front of the Val imperial city gate used to be full of traffic and people.

"People are in the summer assembly." The scout raised his hand and pointed inside the city gate.

"It seems that the people in the church are planning to deal with us in public." Warrick snorted, and folded his hands on his chest.

"But we must talk to them. We need the help of the church and the Knights Templar." Lavilan rubbed his forehead. They ate behind the door at Red Cliff, and the apostate mage shut himself behind the wall, unwilling Meeting with them, they can only temporarily hope that the church and the Templars can help them close the rift in the sky.

"You go back to Seclusion Town and tell others what's going on here." Cassandra said to the scout. "If we are delayed here and fail to go back as originally planned, someone must know what happened."

The scout quickly left the long bridge of the Val imperial city. Lavilan turned around and watched the scout disappear at the other end of the long bridge, then turned around again, and looked at the dazzling beauty that can be seen standing outside the city. High tower. Colorful ribbons and flags fluttered above the Val Imperial City, just like the whitewashed houses and walls in the city below. The Oles people like luxury, and the nobles even more. They like bright and bright colors. Many of Oles’ popular clothes may seem too gorgeous to outsiders, but they look like clowns on the stage, but Oles people are just It is famous for its advanced arts and operas, of course, as well as their masks and noble games.

"Why at this moment they still refuse to unite and deal with the threats in the sky?"

"Because when a fire hits a person's house, they are more worried about whether their neighbors will take advantage of the chaos to steal things from their homes than the nearby burning houses." Varrick spread his hands "It looks like they are ready The welcome ceremony."

"Let's go, no matter what they plan to do." Cassandra said to the others. After the other three walked in, Thoras followed behind, and after a few glances at the appearance of the Val Imperial City, he shook slightly. Shaking his head, quickly followed.

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ps: The Imperial City of Val is referred to as the City of Varroyo in the Chinese translation of the game, but in the official setting of Dragon Age, it is translated as the Imperial City of Val. The setting set is Chineseized by Tianmiao, and Tianmiao also Chineseized Dragon Age 1 and 2, so this shall prevail.

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"Good people of Varroyo! Listen to me!"

The summer fair in the Val Imperial City is a well-known market in this area. Goods from all over Saidas can arrive here. The Ferrellton fur and specialty products from all over the Oles from the Imperial Boulevard are transported to Levi. The cargo ships of En, Freeland, Nevala and Antivan are crowded on the docks. Almost every moment, every second, there are ships sailing, and there are also cargo ships coming back to the port. Here, you can find almost anything you can imagine, even things you never thought of. There are so many people here that the church or the Oles Empire, no matter what is announced, will be announced in the summer market. The merchants and travelers who left the bazaar will soon carry the news to all parts of the Saidas continent.

"Together, we mourn for His Majesty the Pope. She is kind, upright, tolerant and pious, and the betrayer let her leave us forever!"

On the podium at the summer fair, Godmother Hawala was opening her arms and shouting to the crowd who gathered around. Everyone can see the crack in the sky, know what happened in the Holy Ash Temple, and also know that the wild elves who call themselves the messengers of Andrast will come to Val Imperial City today to meet the pastors of the church.

When Lavilland and his party appeared in the summer market, a whisper was heard nearby. Many city guards of the Val Imperial City were among them, and hundreds of people gathered in this ring market. Everyone wears a mask, a variety of masks, walking in it as if being among the masked people, the bright sunshine shining on the metal front exudes dazzling reflections. This is the custom of Oles, they will wear masks and go out without showing their true colors. Just like the impenetrable aristocratic game (TheGame) among the nobles of the empire, Oles is sometimes referred to as a mask empire. Ferrerdon mocked the hypocrisy of the Oles, but the Oles were proud of their civilization and strength.

"Look over there, that's the wild elves who call themselves the messengers of Androst..."

"Leave him alone, the Templars will deal with them."

"The Creator bless us, these heretics are walking in the Val Imperial City, why no one comes to catch them?"

"A Dashley elf, look at the pattern on her forehead, why is it a wild elf?"

Facing these words, Lavilland did not show the slightest discomfort, and did not seem to feel embarrassed or ashamed because of his identity. She faced these people who were pointing to her identity, and in front of her, people spontaneously stepped aside, like sea water separating in front of the bow of a ship. Soon, she and Cassandra and the others stood under the podium.

"You are still wondering, who on earth would kill her?! Now, there is no need to doubt!"

When Lavilan was standing under the podium, Godmother Hawala reached down and pointed her finger at her.

"Look, the so-called messenger of Andros! The one who stood up where our loved one fell! We think this is a false prophet, and the Creator will not send us an elf!"

Everyone was looking at the Dashley Elf standing in front of the godmother, waiting for her response.

Lavilland took two steps forward.

"You said I am the enemy, but the crack in the sky is the real enemy!" Lavilland pointed to the vortex in the sky.

"This is a fact." Cassandra, the seeker on the side, said to help. "The Judicial Order just wants to end these crazy things before everything becomes impossible."

"But it's too late." The godmother Hawala smiled that everything was under control, and she waved to the side in a gesture of please. On the other side, the seeker leader Lucius was leading a group of Templar captains. Coming, "The Templars have returned to the church. They will face your so-called Judicial Order. They will protect people from evil magic. Now, the people are safe again!"

There was no expression on Lucius' pale face, and the people gathered in the market retreated like a tide. More than a dozen Templar knights walked through the crowd without saying a word. Lucius stepped onto the podium, but soon the smile of Godmother Hawala froze on her face. Lucius did not do what he had said before. , Standing next to the noble godmother, announcing to the people that the Knights Templar is back under the control of the church and will do everything in its power to protect people from demons. Lucius walked straight past the godmother and across the podium, just like the one above The noble godmother is nothing but air.

Soon, Godmother Hawala didn't need to be surprised. A Templar who followed Lucius punched her in the face and knocked her to the ground. The crowd exclaimed, and many people were stunned, even the four of the Judgment Order under the podium. The noisy market quieted down. People watched the scene before them, and even forgot to breathe. The huge market was quiet and quiet.

Not only these people, but the Templar Barris who stood behind the noble godmother was also stunned.

Lucius walked towards him, patted his shoulder, and chuckled at him slightly, "Now you are not owned by anyone, you belong to yourself. The church should be under us."

Lavilan looked at these Templars. The Dashley elves have never liked the Templars, because the wild elves belonged to the pagans classified in the Andros Church.

"Is this to surprise me?"

"On the contrary." Lucius turned his head, his hair combed back neatly, revealing his broad forehead. Under the sunlight, his face was as pale as snow, but it would not melt because of the sunlight. Lucius raised his head proudly "because I don't care about you at all."

After that, he waved his hand, and the Templars followed behind him and walked towards the gate of the imperial city of Val. Upon seeing this, Cassandra ran over in two steps.

"Master Lucius the Seeker, we must talk to her. We... Commander?"

"You should be ashamed, Cassandra!" Lucius turned his head, not paying attention to the surprised eyes of the nearby crowd. No matter what the outcome of this event ends up, it will spread throughout the entire Saidas continent, and the authority of the church will also plummet. You should be ashamed! You are the one who has failed the most. You let doubt and fear bind the sword of justice of the Templars! When the Templars left the church to clean up the blood magicians in the wild, they never disappointed, but you let The Knights Templar are disappointed! If you are here to ask the church for help, then you are too late. The strongest person here is me!"

Lavilland took a step forward and walked past Cassandra to face Lucius. "I guess you are crazy? We are here to close the rift in the sky."

"Oh~ the crack. It is indeed a threat, but you have no ability to do anything to it." Lucius smiled mockingly.

"But, my lord, what if what she said is true?" The Templar Barris pushed aside several colleagues in front of him, and persuaded Lucius, "What if she really is the messenger of Androst? If... If we..."

"You have been enlisted by a greater plan!" Before Barris could finish speaking, a Templar relentlessly interrupted his words "Don't have any doubts!"

"Yes, I will give the Knights Templar a chance to fight the devil alone!" Lucius looked up, as if to the Templars, and as if to announce to everyone present, "We will be completely independent." We will be remembered, and I will bring a greater future to the Knights Templar!"

"You! It will only bring betrayal and destruction!" A sharp and angry voice came from the direction of the dock to the summer market, and people turned their heads to look over there, and their uniform movements were like being blown by the wind at the same time. Fallen wheat. People once again gave up their way. Many people squeezed into nearby stalls and shops. Someone did not know who knocked down a souvenir statue made of ceramics, but the cracking sound of the statue did not attract anyone's attention.

On the long bridge leading from the pier to the bazaar, a group of fully armed seekers approached. They were angry or cold, and everyone's eyes were staring at the seeker leader Lu Xiu surrounded by the Templars. S.

"Kayala the Seeker?" Cassandra looked at the group of colleagues who suddenly appeared unexpectedly. "Daniel the Seeker? Why are they here?"