Knowing that it was not the time for her mother-in-law, Ranridoran nodded and turned to leave, only to be caught by Turissa again when he was about to mount his horse.

The vicissitudes of life, which was already covered with old age spots, stuck to his ear, and said softly: "Young man, I am already old, and I am about to go to the kingdom of God, but you can't, you are still burdened with a heavy mission.

If the god Rondo doesn't protect us and makes us fail again, you will go from the sky and return to the prairie with the remaining spirit stones.

We think of everything too ideally, these devils are more powerful than our worst nightmares.

Tell Tenxun Ollinger that the power of the temple is beyond our imagination, and next time, we will prepare longer and more fully.

As long as there are enough sacrifices, even if the Holy Gate is opened smaller, it will be enough for us to accumulate enough strength on the other side of the mountain.

And all of this requires you to live, even in the face of more accusations and abuse, you must live strongly.

Ollinger will protect you, and he knows how important you are. ”

"But there is no spatial positioning, even if the Holy Gate is opened, the distorted spatial power will tear apart the corpses of most of the warriors, I can't do that. Ran Ridoran said bitterly, holding his face.

If he could really open the portal in any place, why did he pay such a huge price to enter the gate.

Turissa's age-spotted hands tore apart Randoran's hands, and his dim eyes stared at the young man opposite: "Cheer up, it's not your fault.

Unlike me, you're only 40 years old, and there are countless possibilities.

Ollinger and I are both old, but we both know that you are a true genius and that you still have plenty of time to get closer.

But the premise is that you have a strong heart and are as strong as resisting the fate of the entire grassland on your shoulders.

The future is yours, tell me, kid, tell me you'll do it, don't let me and these lads die in vain. ”

"I will, I will succeed, I swear with my life to the god Rando, I will not let you down. Ran Ridoran knelt on one knee before the father-like old man, kissed the back of his hand reverently, and solemnly swore an oath.

The old man pulled him up, looked at his rosy eyes, and nodded in satisfaction, a childlike innocent smile on his old face full of ravines.

He let go of Ranri Dolan, blessed him with the oldest of rituals, and watched him gallop southeast surrounded by a hundred thousand Axun.

He himself rubbed his pale face, violently removed the last round string of green horcruxes from his neck, and shouted to the surroundings: "Children, the glory of the god Rondo will protect us and let these Wards know how powerful we are.

Wooha!"

"Wooha!"

Five or six Horcruxes exploded into debris in his hideous face, and the thousands of guards around him also sliced their necks in a roar of rage, causing the surging blood to spurt into the air with the pressure in his body, converging on Turissa's smaller and smaller body.

Compared to the previous meat ball core, Turissa's core is smaller, but it is not a meat ball-like core, but a condensed villain, only the size of a palm.

If you look closely, you can even see the clear facial features above, and the outside continues to gather with flesh and blood, gradually forming a thick body and limbs.

Covered with metal armor, Turissa has become a blood giant with a height of 40 meters.

Although his movements were a little clumsier than those of the previous blood giants, he was more intelligent, leaning over to pick up the wooden frame of the original portal, and with a few slight twists of his arms, he had two more weapons more than twenty meters long in his hands.

The heavy footsteps smashed on the ground, leaving behind blood-colored deep pits, each footprint was several meters long, half a meter deep, and there was a distance of twenty meters in one big step.

Such a terrifying giant could not be matched even by the powerful Ward High Knights, each swing of the stick would knock two or three Templars flying, and few people dared to resist his blow head-on except Augustine, Caesar, and Arthas.

Augustine's sledgehammer no longer regained its ferocity and domineering, even if it shattered the muscles on Turissa's calves, it would soon be replenished by the flesh and blood of the knights who died around him, and the huge size difference between them made it impossible for the knights to attack his vital parts.

Soon, Turissa dispersed the enemies in front of him, strode to the portal, and forced the Templars stationed there back a distance of two or three hundred meters.

Behind the Blood Giant, countless steppe people emerged from the portal, shouting slogans and plunging into bloody battles.

Even though the Templars tried their best to inflict massive damage on Turissa, and even the position of his chest was shattered twice, they still couldn't find the location of the core.

On the contrary, because of the continuous flow through the portal steppe people, this damage is always repaired quickly, and the steppe warriors are always short of enough devout believers, which makes Turissa almost invincible.

The situation seemed to have entered a vicious circle, and more and more steppe people gradually gained a foothold in the center, and every 100,000 people gathered would rush towards the periphery, driving the Templars farther and farther away.

The Great Plains, where the entire portal is located, has gradually formed a flesh millstone, and it depends on which side of the two sides can't hold back first.

Perhaps it was overconfidence, or perhaps in order to speed up the march, the Knights of the Templars who attacked this time were all lightly armed and did not prepare any heavy weapons, which made them suffer bitterly.

The corners of the Holy Knight Augustine's brow furrowed tightly, and he felt a deep sense of frustration that he had never taken the individually weak steppe people into account, and he had never expected to pay such a huge price before he set out on the expedition.

The individual strength of both him and Caesar and other paladins is very strong, but it is still weak compared to the strength of Turissa, who gathered together after tens of thousands of people were willing to sacrifice.

Sure enough, as the intelligence said, although the probability of breaking through the limit of these grassland Ah Xun is pitifully low, but the Daxun who stands out under the fierce competition is every one of them is amazingly talented.

As one of the high-ranking members of the Southern Temple, he naturally knew a few secrets, and knew a lot about why the temple had deliberately left out that equally vast, but densely populated area.

But it seems that from now on, no matter how jealous and indifferent they are, the temple must refocus its eyes there, at least this strange evil art and those horcruxes that are completely different from the temple's divine magic system are enough for them to pay attention to.

Once these heretics were allowed to gain a foothold in the territory of the Wadersmann Empire, it would be an unprecedented disaster.

Finally, after the grudge lasted for two full hours, the blood giant incarnated by Turissa seemed to have exhausted the last trace of Horcrux energy, or passed the limit of awakening time, his movements became more and more clumsy, and the speed of flesh replenishment became slower and slower, and finally Augustine smashed a hammer into the lower abdomen, shattering into a pile of rotten meat.

After another three or so hours, the Templars, who had been fighting for almost all day, finally slaughtered all the steppe people on the great plain and firmly blocked the portal.

At this time, more than 2,000 Templars had died on this battlefield, and more than 1,000 lightly and seriously wounded were protected by a paladin in a corner of the battlefield.

But they were so injured that they were no longer able to pursue the steppe people who had fled into the wilderness by noon tomorrow, not to mention the more than 3 million main forces that were galloping towards Gaokan City.

In addition, including those left over from the previous period, there are still more than 3 million people scattered in the vast southeastern region, who are now being attacked and harassed everywhere in the form of stragglers.

Although on the surface it is no different from before the portal was opened, and even less than the total number of people when Brando City was broken, it seems that the gains outweigh the losses, but for the southeast, which has been bleeding for half a month, and has also lost the four supernumerary elite divisions in the central defense line of Ferretti City and Nopua City, it is equivalent to consuming the last breath of vitality, and what awaits them next will be an unavoidable nightmare.

At least until the second round of the Gokan crisis is completely resolved, there will be no outside forces like the Knights Templar to help them.

However, Philip still expressed his gratitude and condolences to the Templars for their heroic battles and sacrifices on behalf of the city of Gaokan and even the three major military cities.

Despite the heavy losses, at least these powerful knights thwarted the steppe people's most core deployment, and saved the fate of the southeastern province of the Wardsmann Empire from the entire strategy, buying time for their next step to save themselves.

The steppe people's conspiracy for more than ten years failed temporarily, because they did not know enough about the power of the temple.

Without too many greetings and politeness, after experiencing this battle that I don't know whether to say a crushing victory or a defeat, the Templar Knights, including Augustine and Arthas, also seemed to have restrained their arrogance, and reported the battle situation in a timely manner with the Duke of La Mande of Verla Flu City and the Count Brad of Gaucan City, and reached an agreement on the next strategic deployment.

It's just that they all consciously or unconsciously ignore the southeastern capital of Galoster, which was supposed to play a central role at this time.

The next battle is mainly divided into three aspects, the first is the steppe people scattered in the southeast hinterland to attack and harass the attackers, these will be solved by the cities and towns in various places.

For those remote areas who cannot afford or fail to move in time, sacrifice may be inevitable, war is always cruel, and after the soldiers on the front line shed their last drop of blood, these ordinary people will use their flesh and blood to build a new wall for their homeland.

But the pressure in the northwest direction will be less, and the first reinforcements from the imperial capital have already learned the true situation here, and continue to move south, the infantry among them will be stationed in the cities of the center line one after another, and the cavalry troops will be sorted out from north to south.

The Knights Templar will be divided into three, with Augustine and a paladin leading 5,000 men to guard the portal to ensure that the place is completely sealed off before all of its energy is consumed.