After a while, the man in white turned to the black-robed man beside him and said with a smile: "It seems that the black-clothed high priest under the Pope knows that this place is powerful, so he will retreat five miles." ”

"The black-clothed high priest really lives up to his reputation!"

The black-robed man replied in a very strange voice, as if it had come straight from his throat without passing through his mouth.

"It's really not easy to be able to recognize my five unique places and put the camp five miles away!"

"Mr. Bufu." Esmore couldn't help but take a half step forward and said to the black-robed man, "Could it be that the black-clothed high priest is also particular about his camp five miles away?" ”

"Yes, exactly!"

The black-robed man closed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something, as if he was thinking about the following words.

For his actions, Esmore and the man in white were silent and looked at him quietly.

After a while, the man in the black robe opened his eyes, if he was looking at him head-on, he could see a faint blue light flashing in his eyes at this time, and with his dead fish-like eyes, it looked very weird.

"What a powerful black-clothed high priest!" The black-robed man let out a long breath before he spoke slowly, his voice was a little tired at the moment, but he didn't immediately say the reason for this sentence, but answered Esmore's previous question.

"The range of the Five Absolute Lands is just within five miles, and the place where the black-clothed high priest is camping is at the turning point where the power of the Five Absolute Lands has changed abruptly, so it will have a little impact on the entire Five Absolute Lands."

The man in white and Esmore were both very intelligent people, and they couldn't help but secretly have great admiration for the black-clothed high priest.

Being able to recognize the legendary Five Absolute Lands has already shown that the black-clothed High Priest has extraordinary insight, and the black-clothed High Priest can even recognize the subtle changes in the Five Absolute Lands, just saying this, the two of them can't match it.

"Send troops at night, the target is the northeast of the enemy's camp!"

The black-robed man said, turned to face Esmore and said, "At that time, Mr. Wu and I will help you and surprise them a little." ”

Esmore was overjoyed, he knew that the two men in front of him were peerless masters, and it was really lucky to be able to get their help.

To be honest, he didn't expect that someone above would be able to invite the two of them, so when these two people appeared in front of him, he was almost stunned.

Standing on the left, the man in white clothes who is always spotless is the patriarch of the "Wu Clan", Wu Guma, and the man in the black robe next to him is even more amazing, known as the first person in witchcraft on the African continent and the most powerful king of witchcraft.

Esmore happily went down to prepare for tonight's troops, and as he descended the wall, he heard Witch Bone Mar say to the Talisman, "You just went to check on the enemy's camp, didn't you?" Don't let the competition team go in the wrong direction when the time comes, it would be a shame. ”

"Can't you believe my gods?" Bu Fu said quite unhappily, "Don't say it's a mere five miles away, even if it's a hundred miles away, it can't escape my sight." ”

Wu Guma smiled indifferently and said, "Congratulations on finally achieving your magic skills. But even you yourself admit that the black-clothed high priest is extraordinary, and showing weakness to lure the enemy is the most common method used in soldiers. ”

Bu Fu gently tapped his palm with the witchcraft staff in his hand, and said slowly: "Even if it is a trap, it depends on whether it has enough ability to ensure its effectiveness. ”

Wu Guma laughed silently, and as he floated down, the sorcerer's Jian yì came from behind him.

"Do you want to go and see the Pope's legion of the Black High Priest at night?"

"Then let me look forward to the expression of Lord Bufu."

Hearing the voice of the witch bone Ma floating from the aisle, the witchcraft king wordlessly raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, a flash of black fire flashing in his eyes.

The battle began at the time of dinner.

When a thousand race troops suddenly appeared in the northeast of the camp of the ancient European families and the Papal Legion, the well-trained Papal Legionnaires immediately blew the trumpet of the enemy attack.

Angry that a good dinner had been disturbed by the Race Army, the Papal Legion reacted quickly while scolding.

Although there were only 1,000 race troops, they attacked the weakest part of the battalion's defense, and the black-clothed high priest naturally did not dare to be careless, so he dispatched 4,000 men and horses to meet the battle.

The race army that stormed the camp of the black-clothed high priest was indeed very strong, and a moment after the charge, it tore a hole in the camp of the Pope and the allied forces of the ancient European families.

The 4,000 men sent by the black-clad high priest arrived just in time, and a bloody battle broke out between the two sides in a corner of the camp.

Although besieged by the alliance between the Pope and the ancient European families, the soldiers of the competition army did not panic in the slightest, and drove the invaders away in order to defend their homeland.

But as a member of the famous Papal Legion, the fighting spirit and courage of every member of the Papal Legion are also awe-inspiring. In the presence of the Papal legions, there must be no standing enemy, and if the enemy slashes at them, they must return the sword with two or three swords.

The self-confidence and pride that have been accumulated in the past make their eyes only see the fruits of victory.

Perhaps because there is no idea of escaping or dodging in the hearts of the men and horses on both sides, the battle has become a veritable desperate one, and often the fall of a soldier will have the corpse of the enemy as a companion.

Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, the black-clothed high priest couldn't help but be slightly moved, the fighting spirit of the competition army was really terrifying, the competition army used to be the most powerful army on the African continent before, and it was really not a lie.

"I don't like this kind of fighting." The staff officer beside him muttered, "This is a hard work." ”

"But we have the advantage, the rate of reduction is the same, and they have much fewer troops. If this continues, we will win. ”

The generals around him expressed their opinions, but the black-clothed high priest felt a faint sense of unease at this time, and it was a little inexplicable that the competition army would send such a small army to fight with him, right? This kind of meaningless battle is something that every general who knows a little bit about military knowledge will not do.

"Are the investigators back?" The black-clothed high priest turned back to the man behind him.

"No, High Priest." The general in charge of intelligence also replied helplessly, "A total of ten groups of investigators were released, but none of them came back to report." ”

"Got it!"

The black-clothed high priest nodded slightly, he was subject to the Five Absolute Lands, he could not find the enemy's whereabouts, and now even the scouts were useless, this battle was indeed something he had never encountered.

"Damn it, what the hell is Dopod doing? It's not over that the enemy has been fighting for so long! ”

It was Bogut, the fierce general of the Papal Legion, who spoke with great bravery in the Papal Legion.

He and the cavalry of the Papal Legion he led had always been the best choice for the black-clad High Priest to charge.

And the Dopoda he said was a subordinate of the black-clothed high priest, a man who was above the level of martial arts and strategy.

"Don't underestimate these tournament troops,"

Having said that, the tone of the black-clothed high priest was quite calm, "Their appearance is very unexpected, and although the opponent who is not afraid of death is very annoying, it is worthy of respect. ”

The people around the black-clothed high priest knew what their lord was talking about, and the momentum of the competition army was indeed rare since they joined the papal legion.

Bogut took the initiative to ask the black-clad high priest to join him and his cavalry in the battle and end the battle as soon as possible.

The black-clad High Priest thought for a moment and agreed to Bogut's request.

"Alright, let's see how good we are!"

Bogut, who had jumped on his horse, made a brief pre-battle mobilization to his men, and then raised the knight's sword with a thick blade on his back and kicked it sideways in the belly of the horse.

With Bogut's cavalry joining the battle, the Pope's legion, which already had an absolute advantage, completely controlled the battle, and the overwhelming superiority in strength made the competition army not turn around in the slightest, but the competition army still fought endlessly, unless it fell and could not get up again.

Waving the weapon in his hand and accumulating the corpses of the enemy in front of him, Dopoda saw Bogut rushing in like a gust of wind, and shouted at him: "Dopod, do you need my help?" ”

"Thank you! You'd better watch yourself! ”

With a simple answer, Dopoda violently rendezvous with a team of competitors who rushed in front of him.

His opponent was a man with a double sword, with a full beard and a tall build, and in the previous battle, many of the Papal legions and the ancient families of Europe had lost their lives under the man's sword, and even his double sword was covered in blood.

The swords collided with each other in the air, and a brilliant spark erupted.

From the sword, he could feel that the opponent's body seemed to contain a strong body, and Dopoda couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart, the soldiers of the competition army he had just met seemed to have terrifying strength, if it weren't for his own bravery and superb martial arts, maybe he would have turned into a lifeless corpse on the ground by now.

"If the soldiers of the competition army have this kind of strength, there should be few troops on the African continent that can compete with them!"

Thinking like this, Dopoda was not slow in his hand, and he blocked dozens of slashes from his opponent in an instant.

Seeing that the enemy in front of him could actually block his continuous slashes, purple flames appeared in the eyes of the man in the game, and the strength of the sword movement increased.

As his attacks intensified, his movements began to deform a little, and the flaws in his sword momentum became larger.

Dopod found an opportunity, and with a skillful diagonal lunge, the blood-stained broadsword slipped from the outside into the middle palace, opening a large hole in the man's waist and abdomen, and blood immediately gushed out of the wound.

Receiving such a blow, the man in the game let out a scream, and without even frowning, the dual swords in his hands gave Dopod a wild riposte.

Although the agile Dopoda dodged quickly, a piece of meat was taken from his right shoulder.

"What a bunch of monsters who don't feel anything!"

Seeing that the wounds on his opponent's body were constantly bleeding blood, Dopoda couldn't help but curse in his heart and tried his best to fight with his opponent.

Equally surprising were Bogut and his cavalry, who had just joined the battle, and the enemy was extremely difficult to deal with.

Every swing of Bogut's knight's sword brought a puff of blood smoke, and enemies continued to fall to the left and right of his mount, but as long as they were not dead, the tournament army would still get up and continue to attack.

The more the Papal Legion fought, the more frightened they became, and if the enemies they encountered in the future were like these soldiers, I don't know how many more people in their legion would be able to return triumphantly.

The 1,000 Tournament Army that had broken through the camp was annihilated, the Papal legion had suffered the same number of casualties, and the smell of blood permeated the sky over the northeast where the black-clad High Priest had promised.

Before the Papal legions, which had completely annihilated the invading enemy army, had time to catch their breath, a scout galloped in, and a panicked man brought the news of the departure of the game army.......