"Do you want to fight to the death?I understand that I won't let you take him~!" The middle-aged man leaned over and never wavered.

"Old friend, I really don't want to fight with you, but I have to take this kid away. You have killed one of their brothers. Let it go~!" The black man urged eagerly.

"Okay, let him go, he can go, you stay, follow me back, go to the grave of the eldest brother, I will see how you explain to the eldest brother~!" The middle-aged man said. "Old friend, you know, I'm not going back, don't you think I'm dead?" the black man repeatedly relented.

"When did you die? I've dreamed of them every night for so many years. No matter how hard I tried and how frustrated I was, I survived. Only the two of us were sent out that year. You never heard from me. I thought you were dead too~!I held back my strength, I worked hard, I struggled, in order to be able to get revenge, now you understand, let me ~!" The middle-aged man's voice was trembling. "Old friend, this is something you can't think of, but today I'm here to take him away~!"

As the neighing of the boiling horses got closer and closer, some of the monks of the Golden Cicada Temple stood a few meters away from the battlefield, holding basins in their hands, looking at each other. The dervishes kept muttering to themselves, but did not dare to take a step forward. Luckily, the bell tower is in the backyard of the Golden Cicada Temple. Most of the buildings here are warehouses and biblical buildings. There were not many casualties, but this sudden change destroyed half of the temple. The dervishes got angry, angry, scared, and did not dare to speak. They can only be seen from a distance.

The black-robed man clearly felt that this place was getting more and more attention. He waved his sleeves lightly and said, "Old friend, the city defense team will be there soon." I'll go first~!" At this time, the black-robed man did not wait for the middle-aged man to agree. He turned and pulled Sima Lei over. He snorted softly: "Go~!"

"No way~!" As soon as the man in black said that he was leaving, the middle-aged man's body moved, but when he rushed forward, the middle-aged man's body was sluggish and stopped for two or three seconds, which was enough for the man in black to turn around and pull Smymin to run into the distance~!

"You, you!" the middle-aged man was stunned and furious. The black man ran out of the distance that a middle-aged man could catch up, stopped and said, "Old friend, there are many more important things waiting for you in this world besides revenge." Let's stop here, take care~!" After saying that, the black man moved his lips slightly. Suddenly, a shocking scene emerges.

The black man reached out and grabbed into the air. He opened a door, like an empty door. Then the black man took Slime through the door. The door closes, and everything is back to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Wang Teng was taken aback and stepped forward to grab it. There is nothing in the air. The middle-aged man didn't catch up again because he knew he couldn't catch up with the black man.

Turning around, the middle-aged man whispered a few words, and walked towards Wang Teng in frustration, the middle-aged man deliberately lowered his voice, so that Wang Teng only vaguely heard the voice of a space traveler, and the weirdness of the black man disappeared An association, Wang Teng was shocked in his heart, could it be space magic, but space magic has disappeared for nearly a thousand years~!

In a thousand years, many things can be annihilated, and both the sea and the land are normal things. As for space magic, it really hasn't been seen since a thousand years of fighting. With the exception of the alchemist's method of making one or two spatial props, all traces of spatial magic are completely gone. For a thousand years, there are no unofficial historical documents that record its reproduction. This is magic that has never appeared in a thousand years, but Wang Teng has seen it. How could he not be surprised?

Walking up to Wang Teng, the middle-aged man looked at Wang Teng's eyes full of doubts and said: "Don't ask, don't ask anything, when you know it, you will know everything, when you shouldn't know it, knowing it will only bring trouble." A light-hearted sentence filled Wang Teng with doubts. Wang Teng swallowed helplessly and said, "Can you tell me your name? Why are you helping me?"

The middle-aged man smiled, reluctantly. Perhaps the appearance of the black-robed man brought a huge blow to his heart. "Don't worry about who I am. The city guard has reached the corner of the street. I'll take them away. You can bypass the front yard and find a way to get out. It's close to where you stay. You can safely go back there. There will never be any more danger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man patted them gently, and the whole person floated over, his toes touched the ground, and he left Wang Teng's sight after a few ups and downs. Wang Teng shook his head. These veteran experts have an odd temper. They won't say anything about their work. They also hide their heads and tails when they speak. Wang Teng used a soft tone and a little bit of true yuan to show his light skills, and left the battlefield.

Cambuur was very frustrated. As the captain of Yibin City's first health team, he not only has more than 1,000 well-equipped elves and well-trained elite soldiers, but his uncle is also one of the four richest people in Yibin. Therefore, he is considered to be a person of higher status in Yibin. As a native of Yibin, the head of Cambuur has been in Burdan for more than three years. Over the past three years, Yibin has become increasingly prosperous, while public safety has improved day by day. As a result, life in Cambuur is becoming more and more comfortable.

This is not true. Tonight, Campbell just purchased an official prize money at Yibin's largest flower pavilion, the Four Seasons Pavilion. Before he could take off his pants, he was interrupted by a rushing employee. There seems to be a large-scale battle in the eastern part of the region under his jurisdiction. The Golden Cicada Temple caught fire. When Campbell heard the news, he immediately put on his combat uniform and returned to the yamen, and the soldiers hurried in before they could assemble.

Yibin has been safe in the three years since he took office. The accident occurred at the Golden Chan Temple. Campbell broke out in a cold sweat. Jincian Temple is the spiritual food of all citizens of Yibin. If there is anything good or bad, it is not easy for him to explain it in front of high-ranking officials.

Campbell rode the sprinting beast and struggled forward, followed by two heavily armored knights, about a hundred people, followed by four rows of soldiers in shining armor, the sound of armored spears running through the neat Tintin box.

Finally walked to the corner, with a glance of Bull, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and the golden cicada hall in front of him was completely different from his impression.

In the past, this side was the backyard of the Golden Cicada Temple. Outside the courtyard is a wide road that can accommodate five carriages. The walls of the courtyard are made of red paint and gold tiles. In addition, this iconic bell tower was built by the Yibin gentry and yamen for more than 1 million gold coins. Every morning, the melodious sound of bells is heard throughout the huge city of Yibin, and even Campbell himself has become accustomed to using the bells as an alarm clock every day.

But now, the perfect picture imprinted in my mind is like a beautiful picture that has been brutally rubbed and smeared by people. The entire backyard of the temple and the road outside were covered in black smoke and moisture. The ruins were everywhere. The scene before me was indescribably desolate and miserable.

Campbell whispered, "What's going on?" Suddenly, a figure flew out of the dilapidated temple, and the deputy hurriedly shouted: "Master, there are people~!" Campbell looked up and saw a figure rushing towards him.

Campbell gritted his teeth and said angrily in his heart: "Whoever you are, if you break down here, I hope you look good." ”。 Campbell calmly raised his hand and ordered, "The archers are ready~!" The cavalry barge their horses out of the way, and a group of more than fifty archers quickly came to the Boers, lined up to form a defensive line, and aimed their bows and arrows to break out of the shadows.

The speed of the shadow is not very fast. They seem to be preparing at the same time. They slowly jump forward to see if the distance is the same. Campbell dropped his hand abruptly and shouted coldly, "Put~!" With a bang, a bunch of long arrows swooped down on the shadow like locusts.

I saw black shadows that could not be avoided, still jumping in a few steps, following an irregular path, and the arrows were like long eyes, surrounded by black shadows. The archer drew his bow again and waited for the order. Campbell shouted, "Shoot," and another arrow rained down like a shower into the dark shadows. But the amazing thing is that once again, the arrows are very naturally hidden in the shadows.

Campbell put aside the head of the swift beast and calmly ordered: "Bow and crossbow forward, cavalry ready, soldiers build a line of defense~!" The archers quickly retreated. A group of lightly armored crossbowmen stood behind the cavalry. Soldiers in heavy armor and spears lined up. They formed a defensive position with the crossbowmen in an orderly manner. The team leaned against the street and kept the entire road tight.

Campbell pulled out the heavy sword hanging from his horse, took off the mask from his helmet, slammed the heavy armor on his chest with his sword, and let out a loud roar from his mouth: "Strong wind~! Roar, roar, roar~!" The knight behind him did the same, striking his chest with a long sword, shouting: "Wind~! Roar, roar, roar~!" The soldiers behind the cavalry beat their shields rhythmically with their spears, echoing the voices of the knights. In noisy and chaotic streets, the sound of neat shouts is especially loud.

Almost immediately, the soldiers seemed nothing special just now. They were self-shocking, morale was high, and the momentum of hundreds of people gathering together was booming. They turned out to be carefree middle-aged people, running around and rocking around.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, praising in his heart. I didn't expect that in the hinterland of this empire, Yibin, which lives a wealthy life, would have such brave soldiers. These local soldiers, who have always been considered master soldiers, are rarely as imposing as the border guards. The middle-aged man looked at the knight who rushed towards the leader, and said in his heart, as the saying goes, one soldier gives birth to one, and the other gives birth to a nest, and such a soldier can be brought. It seems that this person is not simple.

When Campbell lifted the lid, he was completely cut off from the outside world. He doesn't want to have any wealth or status. He just wanted to rush forward and destroy the enemy. It was this indomitable courage and his own good strength that made Campbell the captain of the first guard of Yibin City at the age of 24, ranking first in four ranks, second only to senior officers and commanders of three ranks.