By the way, the Grand Temple is dedicated to the Goddess Asa.

Thinking of this, Qi Ge couldn't help but laugh a little.

He really wanted to see if any powerful player or NPC could defeat the City of God's Choice, would he have the guts to attack the Great Temple?

At this moment, Salit was kneeling outside the great temple.

His upper body was straight, one knee was bent at a right angle, and the other knee was spread diagonally on the ground, with his buttocks completely suspended in the air.

Viewed from the back, Salit's head all the way to his tailbone is close to a straight line.

The overall shape is a bit like a squatting start before bending down.

This kneeling position is far more tiring and painful than kneeling on both knees.

Because the force-bearing area of ​​one knee is very small, and the center of gravity of the entire posture is pressed on one knee.

What's more, Salit was wearing heavy armor without knee pads.

Qi Ge felt uncomfortable for him just looking at him.

Salit's knight's sword has been unsheathed.

The scabbard was placed flat in front of him, and the long sword was placed on his neck with the blade pointed toward him.

Qi Ge knew that this was him asking Sir M'Lak to be judged.

Salit has been like this ever since he learned that Sir M'rak was sleeping in the Asa Fire in the Great Temple.

I come here every day and kneel down for half a day, rain or shine.

Qi Ge walked to Salit, sighed, and said:

"Old man, why are you doing this? I told you. Sir M'Lak's soul is sleeping. Even if you kneel through the floor, he can't see it."

Salit opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"I'm not kneeling down to show you Sir.

From the moment I betrayed Lord Sir, I have been waiting for a trial that belongs to me.

Lord of Seven Pigeons City, you saved our Mulak Territory and also saved Sir Sir, I am extremely grateful for this.

If it is your order, even if you let me charge to hell alone right now, I will do it.

The only thing you want me to do is stop asking for forgiveness, please allow me to refuse."

Qi Ge shook his head and said:

"Old man, I'm not the kind of person who is careless.

I've tried to persuade you twice, but if you don't want to listen, I won't bother you all the time.

It's just that I have something to discuss with you about Sir Sir. Can you get up first?

To be honest, you are kneeling here with a long bladed sword on your neck. It is very stressful for me to talk to you.

If you get excited and kill yourself, Elani will hate me to death."

"Ah."

Salit smiled bitterly and put away the long sword.

He slowly stood up while holding on to the floor, and gently changed from a kneeling position to a cross-legged sitting position.

"Lord of Seven Pigeons City, please tell me."

Qige also sat cross-legged and said seriously:

"Mr. Salit, I have good news to tell you.

It is expected that next week, our God's Chosen City will be promoted to a county seat.

At that time, Sir Mrak will be resurrected."

Salit suddenly became excited and his beard twitched.

"Don't worry yet.

To resurrect Sir Sir, we need to consume a huge amount of energy and resources.

I will provide the resources here. This is what I discussed with Mr. Jazz from the beginning.

The energy will be taken care of by the God's Chosen City that promotes the county, mainly provided by Yasha Fire.

A legendary hero will almost inevitably put Yasha Fire into a weak state.

At that time, the God's Chosen City may fall into a long lightless night.

In other words, Yasha Fire will not have enough power to help us resist the fog of chaos at night, and we have to find a way to carry it ourselves.

During this period, we can't count on Sir Sir either.

As soon as Lord Sir is resurrected, he will enter a period of weakness that lasts for two weeks.

In these two weeks, his strength was not even as strong as a spearman.

But there is also good news. The miraculous buildings in our God's Chosen City can serve as shelters, allowing us to spend the night safely even without Yasha's fire.

However, it was not so easy during the day.

Those chaotic fogs that cannot be processed will be transformed into a large number of chaotic wild monsters, attacking our cities and buildings."

Salit immediately realized the seriousness of the problem and asked with a serious expression:

"How many wild monsters will there be? How strong will the wild monsters be? What is the highest level?"

"Not sure, but it won't be too low.

We must be prepared for the appearance of high-level wild monsters at level 6 or even level 7.

But you don’t have to worry too much, I still have one or two trump cards in my territory, so it won’t be too difficult to deal with these wild monsters.”

Salit immediately asked: "Lord Seven Pigeons City, what do you need me to do, but it doesn't matter.

I will never make any excuses."

"Then I'll tell you straight.

I need you to take care of Ser M'rak.

The newly resurrected Sir M'rak is like a light in the dark, very attractive to wild monsters.

If Sir M'rak dies in the hands of Chaos, not only will he never be resurrected, but the Chaos wild monsters will also strengthen to an extremely terrifying level."

"No, it won't be." Salit interrupted: "Based on my understanding of Lord Sir, he would rather self-destruct than be swallowed by chaos.

City Lord, please rest assured about this."

Qi Ge's face darkened: "I'm just afraid that he will blow himself up. I finally rescued him from Erathia, and I didn't want him to come back as a bomb.

The old man, with Sir Sir's character, is definitely not willing to run away in front of chaos.

Once any crisis situation arises, he will definitely rush forward regardless of his own condition.

Your job is to watch him die.

No matter how the civil war situation in the city changes or how dangerous it is, Sir Sir will never be allowed to go to the battlefield.

At the critical moment, you can even knock him out and take him away."

Salit was stunned: "Ah, this..."

Qi Ge started to cheat with earnest words:

"Old man, I know you respect Sir Sir very much, but we are all thinking about Sir Sir's life.

You don’t want to see Sir Sir turn into fireworks with a bang, right?

Old man, you have to overcome your respect for Sir Sir, and take action when it's time to take action at the critical moment.

If Jazz really takes the blame, I'll take it for you."

Salit was silent for a moment and said seriously:

"The Lord of the City is joking.

I am a guilty person and deserve to die.

If I can help you and Lord Jazz a little before I die, it will be considered as settling some of my regrets.

Don't worry, Lord City Lord, I will never let Sir Sir do anything random."

"Okay, I'll leave Sir Namrak to you, sir."

After finishing the serious chat, Qi Ge began to look for some lighter topics:

"Old man, we will hold a promotion ceremony for the Waterwheel Goblin in the evening. If you have time, you can bring Elani and Lalan to visit."

Salit nodded seriously and replied solemnly:

"If the city lord invites you, I will definitely come."

…
To be continued...