Archbishop Clas is a smart person. He doesn't need Ziyun to understand how he said it. He only needs a point of Ziyun to understand what he should do. The Saint came to Noxus at that time. Although Archbishop Clas felt that he was sitting on pins and needles, feeling uncomfortable all over, as if he was talking, and walking as if he was staring at the Saint, making him feel like he was a prisoner, Archbishop Clas knew that this was a great blessing. Although Archbishop Clas did not say it, sometimes he would feel even more uncomfortable and even angry because the Saint lived here. However, Archbishop Clas knew that not all clergy could enjoy such close contact with the Saint, which would make his rights bigger and stronger.

But what would the Shaman think? The Shaman Polo was his guide, or he could be said to be his teacher. It was because Polo had taken his own abilities that he promoted himself to the position of archbishop. At that time, Polo was just an archbishop in a cardinal, but now Polo has become a shaman and a provincial temple manager, which is a very huge power.

Archbishop Chrys said immediately: "I will send the conception tomorrow."

"No, it's better to send it over now, and, well, you have to show some breath." Ziyun shook her head and said with a smile, blinking at Chrys. For the smart Archbishop of Chrys, Ziyun said that this was enough, and it could make Archbishop of Chrys understand his thoughts very well.

Archbishop Chrys immediately smiled and said, "You said it right, you should send it now, I'll send it now, haha."

Chrys laughed loudly and hurriedly walked outside. He patted his chest carefully and confirmed that the conception was not damaged. He directly asked the coachman to rush to the provincial capital, without any idea of ​​returning to Noxus to sort out his appearance.

Even the cultivators who have reached the Five Elements Realm are unable to bear it. After all, Archbishop Chrys practices a sorcerer, and the sorcerer's physique is just a little better than ordinary people. It is a world of difference compared to those warriors. However, there is no way to do this. Archbishop Chrys can only use this method to make himself look more haggard. When he arrived at the gate of the provincial capital, the sky was just dawn and the carriage was damaged.

After a quick walk overnight, even the carriage made of good wood became loose. Even the groom felt that if he walked for a while, the carriage might fall apart, and it was the feeling of falling apart directly. Chrys rarely became reasonable. He got off the carriage at the gate of the city and ran all the way toward the pineapple cunning. The shaman could have his own cunning, just like the city lord at the same time. Of course, Archbishop Chrys could not have such cunning, and he had not reached that level.

He walked along the way and came to the shaman's temple. The guards at the door recognized Archbishop Chrys, so they did not stop him. He was just surprised why Archbishop Chrys, who had always paid great attention to his appearance, seemed to have forgotten it, with a disheveled face. If it weren't for the archbishop's robe he wore, the guards wouldn't know the archbishop. Lord Polo was eating breakfast now, and heard Archbishop Chrys' shouts, which made Polo frown uncontrollably. While he was having dinner, Polo was very reluctant to let others disturb him, and what did Archbishop Chrys do here so early?

What made Polo even more unhappy was that Archbishop Chrys's voice was as sharp as a duck's cry. As a clergy, he paid attention to his appearance and form was the first thing to learn. However, Archbishop Chrys did not pay attention to his form in front of him, which made Polo very unhappy and a little jealous. After all, the Saint had been in Noxus for more than a month, and only stayed with him for one day.

Although he was unhappy, Polo still filled his face with a smile and looked at the door lightly. He knew that Archbishop Chrys would soon be able to come to the door of his room. As a shaman, he had to maintain his appearance in the face of anything and not relax at all. This was the majesty of a shaman.

"Sharman, Shaman..." Archbishop Chrys ran to Polo panting, his throat as if it was on fire, but when he saw Polo's smile, he immediately put away his panic expression and said in a respectful manner: "Good morning, Shaman."

"Well, what's going on with you? Why don't you pay attention to your appearance?" The shaman said with a faint smile. However, although the shaman had a smile on his face, it made Chrys 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 become stronger, and finally it made Archbishop Chrys sweat all over.

"Huh, Lord Shaman, look." Archbishop Chrys hurriedly handed over the small round shield conception diagram in his arms to Lord 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 lightly. He felt Archbishop Chrys's hands trembling involuntarily. The smile on his face became stronger, but his eyes became even colder. In the eyes of the Shaman, there was nothing that could make a archbishop become like this, becoming so unconscious of his demeanor. His hands were trembling, but his mentality was not correct. Unexpectedly, Chrys had been exercising for so long, but he was still like this, which disappointed the Shaman.

The price of disappointment is that it will not continue to train Archbishop Chrys. Without the support of the shaman, it is basically impossible for Chrys to become the Archbishop in Cardinal. It is because of this that although Archbishop Chrys received the verbal promise from the Saint, he still did not become an Archbishop in Cardinal.

The power in the hands of the saint is not bad, but in the local area, the strength of the saint's speech is much smaller according to the strength of the shaman, and the saint and the pope will not interfere too much in the things in the temples in the local area. First, they do not have that much energy, and secondly, they are also because they want the shamans and even the apostles to feel powerful rights and experience the sweetness of rights, so they can control them better.

"This, is this the little round shield?" The Shaman unfolded the conception and his heart suddenly contracted. Archbishop Chrys knew what happened in the soul ring the day before yesterday. He knew how powerful the little round shield was. He originally thought that the little round shield in Archbishop Chrys's mouth was just a warrior's round shield, but he didn't expect that it was the little round shield that was shaking up a strong shock in the soul ring the day before yesterday. A shadow warrior could

A shield that is enough to use, this equipment that is enough to make all shadow warriors crazy. Yesterday, Polo asked his soul engraver to copy a small round shield based on the information sent, but it was just in shape, but it was useless. The opponent's attack equipment directly pierced the small round shield, which gave Polo a headache, thinking whether the Soul Engraving Master Association had new actions, and the Small Round Shield is a new work of the Soul Engraving Master Association.

When I saw the conception diagram open and saw clearly the shape, the breathing of the Polo Shaman was suffocated, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he changed into a serious expression. Whenever the Shaman had a serious expression on his face, it showed that the Shaman was very happy and very happy now.

"Yes, this is the little round shield, the shadow little round shield." Chrys breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly: "I dared to come overnight, just handing over this idea to the master. This matter has exceeded my ability limit, and it is only decided to let the teacher do it."

The shaman's face became more serious, but his eyes were softer. It seemed that Chrys's words had a good effect. His abilities were limited and he could not make any difference in this equipment that was enough to change Shadow Night. This made the shaman feel that the chauvin Archbishop Chrys, who was breathless and haggard, was actually very cute. This was a manifestation of loyalty to him. It seemed that Chrys had really arrived overnight after getting this conception picture, and it was very hard-working, which showed that Chrys still had his own teacher in his heart.

Like Polo's current identity, he has reached the position of a shaman, and then upwards, he is the apostle and the pope. He can be said to be of high authority. Now Polo has whatever he wants, but what he wants most is loyalty. Only loyalty can make Polo still feel moved and warmth in his heart. He smiled faintly. His true smile was not very curved, but those who are familiar with Polo's shaman know that Polo has a true smile now.

"This matter, yes, this is the best opportunity for us to suppress the Soul Engraving Master Association, and we cannot let it go." The Shaman sat on his chair and slowly closed his eyes. This is how the Shaman thought. In this case, the Shaman would relax physically and mentally, and only at this time can the Shaman think more deeply.

"The Soul Engraving Master Association has suppressed our temple for hundreds of years. At that time, the Soul Engraving Master Association should not have been allowed to grow up. The original little mouse has grown into a giant, but this little round shield is enough to cause this giant to suffer heavy damage and heavy blows." The Shaman said slowly: "However, the Pope still decides about this matter. We divine servants cannot make their own decisions."

Chrys nodded quickly, and a faint cold sweat appeared on his forehead. If it weren't for Ziyun, he might have made a small round shield in Noxus and started selling it. He would have added a title given by God, which might have made him more prestigious in Noxus. But now, Chrys felt that what he had done before and thought he was smart and stupid. Judging from Polo's current practice, this is a lesson to himself and a guide.

"However, another difficulty is that this little round shield was engraved by Ziyun, but Ziyun has a request." Kleis thought about whether his language was correct and whether it would make the shaman angry because of his words. He said slowly: "The little Lord Ziyun asked the shaman to help him a favor. He wanted to make the wolf warriors recognized by the temple. Yes, he did not need any help from the temple. He just needed to recognize the existence of the wolf clan. Don't identify the wolf clan as a race that insulted the sun god."

"He also said that after so three hundred years, the wolf clan has changed." Krys felt the increasing pressure on the Shaman, and the cold sweat became even more. I wonder if what he said made the Shaman angry.

Polo's eyes, which had already closed, had opened his eyes, and looked at Archbishop Chrys, and his eyes were filled with meaning that Archbishop Chrys could not understand, which made Chrys's colder.

"I will ask the Pope for this matter." Polo looked at Archbishop Clays with a pale face, and smiled faintly and said, "What else does he say? If the temple recognizes the existence of the wolf clan, what will Ziyun take next?"

"He will ask the wolf warriors to participate in the arena and then atone for their sins." Krys felt relieved when he saw the faint smile on the face of the Polo Shaman. It seemed that the Shaman was not angry at his words, nor was he angry at the affairs of the wolf tribe.

"Is the arena? It's a good idea." Polo Shaman said with a faint smile.

Ziyun looked at Ao Zhan and others with a serious face, and said with a sharp expression: "You have now been recognized by the temple, but what you have to do now is to fight for your own freedom and for your own lives. You will enter the tragic arena. Only those who win a hundred games can survive, do you know?"

"I understand? We will win, we will win." The wolf warriors such as Austria roared loudly.
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