Hearing the other party's words, Beta also smiled: "If you set it for half a year, or a year later, it would be so meaningless."
Everyone next to him was looking at Abraham suspiciously, even his subordinates had similar eyes. After all, the Glory Showdown is almost all about throwing away the gloves and preparing to start immediately. This is the first time I have seen such a designated time and place.
This in itself is a kind of cowardice.
"Okay, let's set a time." Beta smiled and didn't care. Killing people is just a means, and reducing the reputation of Zoroastrian Cult in this city is his ultimate goal. As long as this goal is achieved, whether the duel can be fought or not It doesn't matter.
"Tomorrow afternoon, I will wait for you at the gate of the temple." Abraham took a breath and said slowly.
Beta smiled slightly: "No problem."
Pete saw all this from a distance, and then left with the golden knight.
That night, the news that Beta and Abraham were going to have an honorable duel quickly spread throughout the city. Most wealthy people know that it's not that the Raptors don't cross the river. The newcomer, whose origin is unknown, is the "God of Wealth Sect". Since he dared to provoke a duel of glory, it must have been a bad comer. This time, the Vulcan Sect was targeted.
Time passed quickly, and Beta showed up at the gate of the Fire Worship Temple on time the next afternoon.
The sky was cold, with an icy wind blowing, and Beta arrived on the snow, which immediately caused a commotion.
It may be a boring relationship. Many people who knew about this matter gathered near the entrance of the temple. The carriages were parked far away. Most of the male nobles chose to get out of the car to watch, while the female nobles, They sat in the car, opened the curtains, pointed at Beta, and laughed coquettishly. Some even joked with each other, taking time to peek at Beta, blushing.
There were a few guards standing at the entrance of the temple as if they were facing a big enemy. When Beta came here, he was not in a hurry and just stood there.
If Abraham doesn't come out, the melon-eaters around him will definitely think that he is timid, and the longer the delay, the more people will feel so.
Perhaps because of his reputation, Abraham came out after a while, and there was an old man with a white beard by his side.
Beta has investigated and already knows the identity of this person, the archbishop of the local Zoroastrian temple, Mi Jeff.
As soon as the two came out, they looked at Beta with unkind eyes, especially Mi Jeff, who was already nakedly hostile.
"Hmph, young people, don't always try to make a big deal." Mi Jeff walked up to Beta first, looked the latter up and down for a while, and said coldly: "You still have time to return the Glory Duel, don't rush wrong."
Beta laughed and said, "It's just a duel of glory. What a big deal it can be. Old man, you need to broaden your horizons. Don't be narrow-minded like ordinary people and make a fuss when things happen. You are an archbishop, not a young man."
These merciless words made Mi Jeff's lips tremble with anger.
He snorted again and returned to the front of the temple.
If Beta is playing some tricks, Mi Jeff is not afraid, but things like the duel of glory, no matter how you look at it, it is upright. Using such a method can only be regarded as a conspiracy, but Mi Jeff is not good at it. To deal with this kind of "stunned young man" who directly smacked his face.
Seeing that the archbishop couldn't make the young man in front of him retreat, Abraham sighed inwardly and walked up.
In fact, he had already planned to leave the city with his wife last night, but after hearing that someone launched a glory duel to Abraham, Mi Jeff sent someone to watch him, but he couldn't find it. Opportunity for wife to leave.
Abraham also understood that his little thoughts might have been guessed by Mi Jeff, so in desperation, he had no choice but to seriously consider the matter of the duel of glory.
Priests are generally divided into two types, combat priests and evangelistic priests.
Evangelical pastors are good at understanding teachings, and are more proficient in auxiliary and healing magic. As for the combat priests, it is obvious. Clerics who are good at combat magic can wear heavy armor, hold light shields and one-handed hammers, rely on various auxiliary magic, and can be regarded as half warriors who understand magic look at.
Combined, their combat effectiveness is not much worse than that of fighters of the same level, and because of their understanding of divine arts, in some cases, they are even much stronger than fighters.
Holding a one-handed hammer with flames, wearing a half body armor and an iron helmet with horns on his head, Abraham walked up to Beta and said slowly: "In the name of Vulcan, Abraham came to duel for glory, and the winner will have the glory of the loser." Everything, and the only loser is death."
Beta smiled and said: "Yes, the loser has only one death. If you surrender, I can spare you and let you go."
Abraham's face moved. Now that he is very close to Beta, he seems to be able to vaguely feel Beta's strength. He was already determined to die, but when he heard Beta's words, he couldn't help but have some other thoughts .
After all... In many cases, the so-called glory is not as important as life.
Only Archbishop Medeff coughed slightly behind him.
The sound was like a sharp thorn, piercing directly into Abraham's body, making him shiver all over.
"I, Abraham, declare in the name of the challenger that the duel has officially begun... ah..."
Just as Abraham finished speaking, he was about to raise the one-handed hammer in his hand, but at this moment, his whole body froze, and big mouthfuls of blood spit out from his mouth.
At this time, a golden translucent long sword pierced his heart. After Abraham's body stood still for a few seconds, he fell back on the ground, splashing a circle of flying snow.
A few seconds later, there was an uproar of surprise.
It was too fast. In less than a second, the winner was decided between the two sides. All the bystanders were dumbfounded, saying words that even they didn't understand. They couldn't believe what they saw.
Mi Gefu's face was even more ashen... Abraham is the second best player in the temple. Even if he wants to deal with Abraham, he can win, but it will take at least a few minutes to take him down, but the opponent just killed Abraham. Killed, no one even saw clearly how Beta walked in front of Abraham from a few meters away.
"Help him collect the body... count all the property of Abraham's family, as well as the house deed, and send them to this... His Excellency from other religions."
Mijef gritted his teeth and gave orders. The aftermath of the duel of glory will be handled by the local Fire Worship Temple.
"Don't be so troublesome, this... Where is Abraham's house, I just live there." Beta smiled with narrowed eyes: "Maybe old man, you are too old to have a duel, otherwise I would also I want to propose to you once, send money to send a house, the money from your Zoroastrianism is really easy to earn."