Excited!

Immensely excited!

Facing the charging Mr. Sissy! Facing the charging Mai man, all that appeared on the dwarf's face was excitement!

He laughed and retreated, and ordered a group of prisoners to stand in front of him.

But the prisoners can stop the Mai man with the wooden stick, but it is too late to intercept Mr. Sissy on Odin's warhorse.

Mr. Sissy gallops and stabs the dwarf in the chest with his characteristic sword!

However, in the dwarf's golden pupils, one large and one small, there was no difference between a sword and an arrow!

Mr. Sissy immediately turned his horse back, but by this time a large number of prisoners had already rushed in front of him.

The prisoners didn't have the strange body of the dwarf, and they retreated again and again under the attack of Mr. Sissy, and those who didn't have time to retreat were immediately poked out of a few thin blood holes!

The small, nimble prisoners are better, and can still cause some trouble for Mr. Sissy. But the imposing prisoners were different, their massive bodies were slow-moving targets for Mr. Sissy.

Each attack of the longsword with cold light left a deep bloody hole in the prisoner's body, and often the prisoner was already lying on the ground weakly before he could feel the pain in his body. The prisoner lying on the ground tried to swing his knife at the leg of Mr. Sissie's horse, but the horse, as nimble as his master, not only dodged his attack, but also stomped on his chest with a hoof......

The Mai men in another place shouted "Long live Palestine and Israel" and soon rushed into the battle group.

The pressure of the firmly besieged mercenaries plummeted, and each of them had more or less knife marks on their bodies.

The prisoners were also red-eyed when they saw these men in sackcloth rushing towards them without fear of death, and their eyes were piercing towards them, but they were shocked to find that the steel knife made a metal clashing sound on the wooden stick! Before they could get used to the shock of the steel knife in their hand, the wooden stick that looked like iron had already hit their heads.

At this moment, the combat power of the two sides was finally balanced. Last time, the steel knife walked into the home field of the wooden stick and was completely burned by a sky-swallowing fire, this time the two sides were evenly matched, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of people fell on each side!

The Odin and the Yodelman have had a centuries-old feud, and in the middle of the battle, in addition to the clashing of sticks and steel knives, angry shouts and curses also came and went:

"Humble Jodelman Pig, do you want to resist? Take a broken stick and think you're great? Dare to beat your broken stick again, and in a moment you will attack the city of Joson and kill all the Yodelmans!"

"Don't bark there, brothers, knock them over, trample them under their feet, poke them in the ass with a stick!"

"Yodleman the Pig......"

"Odin Dog ......"

The mercenaries caught in the middle were blindsided, and they were hesitating whether they should shout something along at this time.

No, wouldn't that even scold you...... Not so much so the Yodelman pig...... That's your own comrade-in-arms!

Generally speaking, this kind of large-scale fighting is forbidden by the kingdom, and often when it first breaks out, the guards of the garrison will come out to stop it. If the situation is more serious, there will be Kingdom Guards who will directly arrest all the troublemakers on both sides and send them to prison.

But at this time, the city of Josun in the darkness seemed to be asleep, and there was no movement......

The Odin prisoners didn't understand the power of the stick at first, but when they really got used to it, the momentum of the attack faintly overwhelmed the sticks...... Until a brilliant white light bursts out of the night!

It was a wooden stick that emitted a blinding white light! to the eyes of some prisoners, it was more like a silver glow with some kind of mystery.

I saw that special wooden stick dancing rapidly! Like a light and shadow spirit in the night!

This elf became a nightmare for all prisoners!

No prisoner can stop an elf's attack!

All the prisoners watched with bewilderment and shock.

"This is the power of faith!" cried out some of the insightful among the prisoners. They knew that only a pious and noble Knight of Light could possibly possess such a strange and powerful power!

Could it be that he was blessed by the divine power of the god of light? No way, the god of light would not have pampered the Jodelman pig in addition!

"Fuck the power of faith!" Among the prisoners, there are some death row prisoners who do not believe in God, one of them obviously has good martial arts, he moves smartly, quickly, like a civet in the night, finally, the civet found the opportunity to slash the elf......! He watched in horror as his steel knives shattered one by one...... Then, he was knocked out by the elf, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood from his head in midair.

"Long live Palestine and Israel!"

"Long live Palestine and Israel!"

"Long live Palestine and Israel!"

The morale of the sticks had been boosted like never before! The man with the glowing stick in his hand finally showed a tired posture after knocking the eleventh prisoner away. "Retreat to the city of Joson!!, take your wounded brother!," he shouted, "Carry back all the wounded mercenaries on the ground!"

The sackcloth men of the wooden stick party moved quickly, and under the cover of their companions, they carried their wounded companions and mercenaries on their backs, and quickly withdrew in the direction of Josson City.

With the existence of Palestine and Israel, the side of the Wooden Stick Party is in absolute superiority. But as the leader of the Wooden Stick Party, Palestine and Israel do not want to watch their brothers exchange lives with these emotionless prisoners.

Originally, the mercenaries had already retreated to a distance of fifty paces from the city of Josson, and at this time, with the help of the Sticks and the leader of the Sticks with strange powers, they soon came to the gate of the city of Joson.

The gnome, who had already run to the side, watched all this, and he watched silently as the stick that radiated the light of faith slapped prisoners into the air. His gaze moved with the battlefield as he watched them slowly retreat to the city gates.

However, when he cast his gaze on the dark hole in the city gate again, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Boss Palestinian, come in!" a man in sackcloth from the sticks came to the doorway, knocked out a prisoner, and waited at the entrance of the cave, staring closely at the prisoners around him. He didn't have time to think about it, he wanted to rush into the door first.

He's going to go ahead and clear the way, because they've found out that a prisoner has infiltrated the city......! As soon as he turned his head to the doorway, he suddenly found that in the doorway behind him, I don't know when, a huge dark shadow appeared!

The black shadow was more than a foot high! It took up the entire doorway! All he could feel was a terrifying monster coming out of front of him! Suddenly, the monster attacked him!

He was still in extreme shock when he saw the monster, where could he dodge?

Bang! In an instant, his face was knocked into collapse and deformed, and his body flew out like a broken sack, and finally fell to the ground and rolled more than ten times before stopping, and he couldn't see that he was alive......

At this time, the men of the stick party also advanced here, and when they saw their companions who were dead on the ground, they looked angrily and horrified at the gate of the city.

I saw three dark-skinned, monster-like huge bodies slowly driving out of the doorway. They are covered in patches of black scale armor. As they walked, the scales clanged. There were three humans sitting on the monster's body.

"It's an elephant!" even though the monster was wearing armor, someone in the stick party recognized it.

"No, it's a holy beast. The man riding on the elephant retorted lightly.

"It's a holy beast!" the other two elephant-riding women with flame tattoos shouted in response!