Chapter 178 The Arena

Archbishop Crass is a smart person. He doesn't need what Ziyun said so clearly. He only needs a point of Ziyun to understand what he should do. The saint came to the city of Noxus at that time, although Archbishop Crass felt that he felt like a needle and felt uncomfortable all over his body. It's like talking and walking as if you are stared at by the saint, making yourself as if you have become a prisoner, but Archbishop Clyce knows that this is a great blessing. Although Archbishop Clyce did not say it, sometimes even because the saint lives here, he will reduce his rights. At the very least, he felt more uncomfortable and even angry, but Archbishop Clays knew that it was not a blessing for all clergy to have such close contact with the saint, which would make his rights bigger and stronger.

But what will the shaman think? The shaman Polo was his guide, and it can also be said to be his teacher. It was because Polo took a fancy to his ability that he was promoted to the position of archbishop. At that time, Polo was just an archbishop, but now Polo has become a shaman, the head of a provincial temple. This is a very huge right.

Archbishop Chris immediately said, "I will send the idea tomorrow."

"No, it's better to send it now, and, well, you have to be out of breath." Ziyun shook his head and said with a smile, and his eyes blinked at Chris. For the smart Archbishop of Clays, Ziyun said that this was enough, which could make Archbishop Chris understand his thoughts very well.

Archbishop Clays immediately smiled and said, "You're right. You should send it now, and I'll send it right away, haha."

Chrys laughed and hurriedly walked out. He carefully patted his chest to confirm that the idea was not damaged. He directly asked the driver to drive to the provincial capital. There was no idea of returning to Noxus to tidy up his appearance.

Driving a day and a night, even the practitioners of Cress who have now reached the strength of the Five elements are a little unsistible. After all, Archbishop Cress practices warlocks, and the physique of the warlocks is just a little better than that of ordinary people, which is very different from those warriors. However, this is not What's the way? Archbishop Chris can only use this method to make himself look more haggard. When he came to the gate of the capital of the province, the sky had just dawned and the carriage had been damaged. Day and a night, even the carriage made of good wood became loose, even the groom. It feels that if you walk for another period of time, the carriage may break down, and it is also the feeling of directly dispersing. Clays is rarely reasonable. He got off the carriage at the gate and ran all the way to the pineapple city. The shaman can have his own city, just like the city owner at the same time. Of course, Clay It is impossible for Archbishop Si to have his own city, and he has not reached that level.

I walked all the way to the shaman's palace. The bodyguard at the door recognized the Archbishop of Clays, so he did not stop him. He was just surprised why the Archbishop of Clays arrived in such a hurry, and the Archbishop of Clays, who had always paid great attention to his appearance, seemed to have forgotten and was unkempt. If it hadn't been for the archbishop's robe, the bodyguards would not have known the archbishop. Lord Polo Shaman was having breakfast now, and he heard the shouts of Archbishop Chris, which made Polo's frown uncontrollably. While eating, Polo was very reluctant to let others disturb him, and And what did Archbishop Chris come to his place for so early?

What makes Polo a little unhappy is that the voice of Archbishop Chrysler is as lively as the cry of a male duck. As a clergyman, he pays attention to his own appearance. Form is the first thing to learn, but now Archbishop Chrysler is in his own The fact that he did not pay attention to his own form in front of him made Polo very unhappy and a trace of jealousy. After all, the saint stayed in Noxus for more than a month at that time, and only stayed here for a day.

Although he was unhappy, Polo still filled his face with a smile and looked at the door faintly. He knew that Archbishop Clay would soon be able to come to the door of his room. As a shaman, he had to keep his appearance in front of anything and could not relax. This is a sa Full of majesty.

"Lord Shaman, Lord Shaman..." Archbishop Clays ran to Polo breathlessly, and his voice seemed to be angry, but when he saw Polo's smile, he immediately put away his panicked expression and said with a respectful gesture, "Good morning, Shaman."

"Hm, what's the matter with you? Why don't you pay attention to your own appearance?" The shaman said with a faint smile, but although the shaman had a smile on his face, it made Chryslery feel shocked. At this time, the expression was actually very unhappy in the shaman's heart. Whenever the shaman was unhappy, the smile on his face would be stronger, and finally it made Archbishop Chrysler's whole body. Cold sweat is coming out.

"Wow, Lord Shaman, look." Archbishop Crace hurriedly handed over the concept of the small round shield in his arms to the shaman, and said with an excited light on his face, "This will change an era."

The shaman, that is, Polo took the idea in his hand, and felt that Archbishop Chrysler's hands trembled involuntarily. The smile on his face became stronger, but his eyes were even colder. In the eyes of the shaman, nothing could make an archbishop become like this. I didn't pay attention to my manners like this, and my hands trembled, but my mentality was not correct. I didn't expect that Chrysler had been exercising for so long, but it was still like this, which made the shaman a little disappointed.

The price of disappointment is that he will not continue to train Archbishop Cles. Without the support of the shaman, it is basically impossible for Chris to become a red archbishop. That is, because of this, although Archbishop Crass has received the oral promise of the saint, he still has not become a red master. Teach.

The power in the hands of the saint is not great, but in the place, the strength of the saint's words is much smaller than that of the shaman, and the saint and the pope will not interfere too much in the things of the temple in the place. On the one hand, they don't have so much energy, and on the other hand, it's also because they want to let the shaman below, and even make If you feel the strong power and experience the sweetness of power, you will have better control.

"This, is this the little round shield?" The shaman unfolded the idea, and his heart suddenly contracted. Archbishop Clyce knew what happened in the soul ring the day before yesterday. He knew how powerful the little round shield was. Originally, he thought that the little round shield in Archbishop Cly's mouth was just a warrior's round shield, but he didn't expect it to be The day before yesterday, a strong shock was set off a small round shield in the soul ring, a shield that can be used by a shadow warrior, which is enough to make all shadow warriors crazy. Yesterday, Polo asked his soul engraver to copy a small round shield according to the information, but it was useless at all. Yes, the opponent's attack equipment directly pierced the small round shield, which gave Polo a great headache, thinking whether the Soul Engraving Association has a new action, and the Small Round Shield is the new work of the Soul Engraving Association.

When I saw the idea open and see the shape clearly, the breath of the shaman was suffocated. The smile on his face disappeared in an instant and changed to a serious expression. Whenever there was a serious expression on the face of the shaman, it showed that the current shaman The adults are very happy, very happy.

"Yes, this is the little round shield, the shadow little round shield." Chris took a breath and hurriedly said, "I dared to come all night, that is, to give this idea to the master. This matter has exceeded the boundaries of my ability, and I can only let the teacher make this decision."

Shaman's face is more serious, but his eyes are softer. It seems that Chrysler's words have played a good effect. His ability is limited, and he can't make a difference to this equipment that is enough to change the Shadow Night, which makes Shaman feel that in fact, this breathless and haggard Clay In fact, Archbishop Si is still very cute. This is a show of loyalty to himself. It seems that after Chrysler got this idea, he really came overnight and was very tired, which shows that Chrysler still has his own teacher in his heart.

Like Polo's current identity, he has reached the position of shaman, and then he is the apostle and the Pope. He can be said to be a high authority. Now Polo has everything he wants, but what he wants most is loyalty. Only loyalty can make Polo feel the heartbeat now, and there will be warmth and faintness in his heart. Smile, sincere smile, the arc is not big, but people who are familiar with Polo Shaman know that Polo is a sincere smile now.

"This matter, er, this is the best opportunity for us to suppress the Soul Engraving Association. We can't let it go." The shaman sits in his chair and slowly closes his eyes. This is the way the shaman thinks. In this case, the shaman will relax physically and mentally, and only at this time will the shaman think more deeply.

"The Soul Engraver Association has suppressed our temple for hundreds of years. At that time, the Soul Engraver Association should not have been raised. The original little mouse has now grown into a huge thing, but this small round shield is enough to make this huge thing suffer heavy damage and a heavy blow." The shaman said slowly, "However, it's up to the Pope to decide this matter. We, the divine servants, can't make our own decisions."

Chrysler nodded hurriedly, and a faint cold sweat appeared on his forehead. If it hadn't been for Ziyun, he might have made the small round shield in Noxus City now and began to sell it, and he would definitely add a god-given title, which might make himself more powerful in Noxus City, but to Now, Chrysler feels how stupid he thought he was to be smart about what he had done before. Judging from Polo's current practice, this is a lesson for himself and a guide.

"However, another difficulty is that this small round shield is engraved by Ziyun, but Ziyun has a request." Chris weighed whether his language was correct and whether it would make the shaman angry because of his words. He said slowly, "The little lord of Ziyun asked the shaman to help him. He wants the wolf warrior to be recognized by the temple. Well, he doesn't need any help from the temple. He just It's enough to recognize the existence of the wolf clan, and don't identify the wolf clan as a race that insults the sun god.

"He also said that after 300 years, the wolf clan has changed." Chris felt the stronger and stronger pressure on the shaman, and the cold sweat was even more. He didn't know whether what he said made the shaman angry.

Polo's originally closed eyes had been opened and looked at Archbishop Crace, which made Archbishop Crace unable to understand, which made Cless Lengha much more.

"I will ask the Pope for this matter." Polo looked at Archbishop Chris's pale face, smiled faintly and said, "What else can he say? If the temple recognizes the existence of the wolf clan, what is Ziyun's next move?

"He will ask the wolf warriors to participate in the arena and then atone for their sins." When Clays saw the faint smile on Lord Polo Shaman's face, he was relieved. It seemed that Lord Shaman was not angry because of his words, nor was he angry about the wolf clan.

"The arena? That's a good idea." Polo Saman said with a faint smile.

Ziyun looked at the Olympic War and others with a solemn face and said with a fierce look, "You have now been recognized by the temple, but what you have to do now is to fight for your freedom and your life. You will enter the tragic arena. Only those who have won a hundred victories can survive. Come on, do you understand?"

"Got it? We will win, we will win." The wolf warriors roared loudly.

Being free is the dream of all wolves. Even if it is the freedom of blood, even if they will lose their lives, they will fight for it.