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According to the guides he had read in his previous life, those who were lucky had a long time to complete their quests. If they were unlucky, they might not even have enough time to complete their quests.
"You only have a quarter of an hour. Let me know when you are ready," Myranda said.
He only had 15 minutes. Lu Li felt a bit of a headache; time was really tight. Fortunately, he had a mount. If it was someone without a mount, it would be too late.
Lu Li summoned his mount and signaled Myranda to start.
Myranda cast a spell and quickly turned Lu Li into a Scarlet Crusader. Lu Li was riding a mount, so his Headless Horseman's horse was also disguised as a Scarlet Crusader's horse.
"You can't get off the horse and fight in the next fifteen minutes. Otherwise, you will lose your disguise," Myranda warned.
"Got it. If there's nothing else, I think I'm in a bit of a hurry." Lu Li shook the reins. Fifteen minutes was not a lot of time. He had to act now.
"If you see Fordring again, please help me pass a message." The Witch turned around and walked towards Uther's Tomb. "Even if it's him, we must believe in Captain Uther's spirit. He has always been watching us, even when darkness shrouds our fallen land. His light is the beacon for all humans. As long as we believe in honor like him, everything will not wither … "
The words were a little vague, but Lu Li could sense a trace of helplessness in them.
Perhaps the Witch had the ability to predict the future.
Lu Li rode the Headless Horseman's horse straight to the Scarlet Crusade's fortress in Hearth Valley. Along the way, there were Scarlet Crusaders around Level 50 everywhere.
If Lu Li relied on his own strength to kill his way in, it would be no different from a fool's dream.
The Scarlet Crusade's stronghold reeked of alcohol, and the foul air was nauseating. It was hard to imagine that this was the stronghold of the Paladins. The Scarlet Crusaders in Hearth Valley could no longer compare to those who were fighting the Scourge outside.
The crusaders who were fighting against the catastrophes outside, perhaps because their faith was shaken, they became extreme and began to kill the innocent.
However, they did not forget their mission to resist the Calamity Army. Their extreme views didn't affect the use of Holy Light, and at the very least, they wouldn't kill for no reason.
Along the way, Lu Li had already seen several corpses of massacred civilians.
The speed at which Paladins fell was astonishing.
Fortunately, these knights would not find trouble with him. Most people would not provoke a real knight. The warhorse Lu Li was riding on was a symbol of his identity as a high-grade knight.
Lu Li came to the Castle of Heroes, which was built for Old Fordring.
Tyran Fordring was there, and there were four high-level Elites guarding the door: two Knights, one Mage, and one Priest.
"I've brought information about the Plaguelands. I want to see Lord Tyran, "Lu Li said to the guards at the door. His tone was urgent, but full of arrogance.
"Why don't you look for the Grand Inquisitor?" the guard asked suspiciously.
It was mainly because such a situation was too rare. In the Scarlet Crusade's stronghold in Hearth Valley, almost no one treated Tyran as a real leader. Even if there was an urgent military matter, no one would come to see this puppet leader.
"I've just returned from the Grand Inquisitor," Lu Li said as he urged his horse forward.
At this moment, he was definitely strong on the outside. As long as they attacked him, he would show his true colors, and any one of the four Elites could easily take his life.
However. The four guards had no choice but to retreat. After all, they didn't know that Lu Li was a fake.
Lu Li urged his horse into the castle and went straight to Tyran Fordring's location. He saw Tyran drinking alone in the administrative hall. This former Paladin looked tired, and his mental state was extremely poor.
Many game analysts believed that Paladins were the weakest class in Dawnlight.
They were known to be versatile, but in reality, whether it was a tank, a healer, or a damage dealer, they were not specialized enough. Moreover, due to the lack of skills, a person's strength was greatly limited. As for the Paladins in the game background … Many of them were lost and depraved.
It was difficult for Paladins to even find a mentor.
After their faith was shaken, the strength of Paladin NPCs was greatly reduced. Unless they followed the path of the Scarlet Crusade and walked the path of extremes, no one dared to come into contact with Paladin mentors who walked the path of extremes.
"What is it!" Tyran asked in a muffled voice.
"Are you still conscious?" Lu Li sat on his warhorse and looked down at this hero's son. "Are you still conscious?" Lu Li sat on his warhorse and looked down at this hero's son.
Tyran paused, then slammed his wine glass on the table in front of him and shouted, "Who are you? What do you mean by that? Who allowed you to speak to me in such a tone?"
"Tyran Fordring, do you swear to always abide by the laws and glory of the Silver Hand?"
"Do you swear to summon the grace of the Holy Light? And to spread its wisdom among your followers? "
"Do you swear that no matter where and when you discover the existence of evil, you will crush it without hesitation, and use every drop of your blood to protect the weak and innocent?"
"Who are you?" Tyran Fordring's expression changed when he heard Lu Li's question. He stood up abruptly.
The three questions Lu Li asked were the oath that recruits had to take when they swore to join the Silver Hand. Uther personally presided over the ceremony for Tyran. At that time, he held Tyran's shoulder and said emotionally, "Become a person like your father, my child."
"I brought some things that you might be interested in," Lu Li said as he threw a few things at Tyran.
A delicate little hammer — it was filled with a father's love and expectations for his son.
A broken and glorious battle flag. It was once abandoned by a Paladin in despair. From that moment on, he lost his mentor and his faith.
His father passed away early, leaving him with nothing but Hearth Valley and a grieving mother.
It was that old man who taught him the way of the Knights and led him on the path of following the Holy Light. He grew stronger day by day, dreaming of the day when the Holy Light would cleanse the land of Lordaeron, and all the natural disasters would have nowhere to hide.
However, everything turned out to be a dream.
"There's also this thing. I think you might also have a deep impression of it." Lu Li handed over the painting that made old Fordring cry.
"This … This … This is impossible, but these things …" Shock and astonishment flashed across Tyran's face. Then, he knelt on the ground as if he had been hit by a heavy blow, only supporting his body with the giant sword in his hand.
Tyran knelt there without moving. It was as if time and space had stopped with his silence!
"My father is still alive …"
"My lord, what happened?" Perhaps they were alarmed by the commotion inside, the four guards guarding the door rushed in.
(To be continued.)
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