With enough motivation and enough pressure, the soldiers of the Northern Legion were not so inefficient. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Amid the shouts and shouts of the Resident Commander, they finally tied up all the dwarven warriors before the arcane effect of that circle wore off.

After a few minutes, some of the strongest dwarves had finally escaped the effects of the arcane and regained their mobility. However, the special binding props and techniques that the Northern Legion has practiced for many years are really not something that these dwarves can get rid of, and under the layers of special animal tendon restraints, the dwarves are neatly stacked aside like wooden barrels that have just been tied up by the coomer. It's just that as more and more dwarves recovered, the shouting and roaring also increased rapidly, and these irascible barbarians used their anger and strength in their throats that they could not release, and the shouting and scolding of various lingua franca and dwarf languages were superimposed into a wave of sound, which shook people's ears and hurt.

"Plug the mouths of the damned brutes!Use your socks if there's nothing special!Use your leggings and panties!Use the dwarves' own stinking furs! Stuff them up with whatever you want!" The garrison commander had to roar hard to make the soldiers hear. "Move fast! And the caravan people are all tied up!"

"Actually, I think it's easier to kill them all, isn't it? After all, they didn't do much at all, and it was the power of you, the High Priest, that captured this group of people. If you don't give them a share in the end, I'm afraid that these dwarves will make a fuss. ”

The Commander moved closer to the Western High Priest, who had been standing silent on the gravel floor. The cult leader had been standing there since he knocked out the strange mage with one punch, as if he was guarding the captive he had captured at his feet.

The resident commander originally didn't pay much attention to this Westerner cult leader, but his performance just now undoubtedly made him reacquaint himself with this cult leader, and now the situation is very clear, and the biggest deterrent force on the face is only this one-armed Westerner.

Having been in the Northern Army for so many years, the commander knows very well when the power is the greatest and when the fist is the greatest. So although they were not subordinate to each other, the commander felt the need to come over and ask and hint at it.

Speaking of this, the commander glanced into the distance rather disapprovingly. Old Sir Adari was sitting on the top of a four-story tall building nearly twenty meters high, his body still sitting upright, his old cloudy eyes half-open and half-closed, silently looking down at the busy soldiers in the distance. As if the previous battle had drained the little energy left in his body, the old sir did not have any superfluous movements and words, and the old sir did not react to the various requests and hints of the previous commander, but only told him to make up his own mind.

This kind of performance did not match the Commander's previous expectations of the old sir. originally expected that the veteran soldier's high-end combat power could support his side, but now he has to take care of this Westerner's opinion first. If he could make up his mind, the commander would have taken advantage of this rare opportunity to slaughter all the dwarves. It's good that there is still the Northern Army standing behind him, which is still the strongest force on the West Coast, so he can still have a certain amount of confidence in his heart.

"Although these dwarven friends are prone to losing control of their tempers, it is best to tie them up and calm them down for a while. You handled it very well, my friend. No more need to do anything. If you let people know that you are a mercenary person who can tear up the agreement at any time and stab your former ally in the back, then who will cooperate with you in the future?"

The High Priest's voice was calm, and his words could be described as suave, but for some reason, the garrison commander always felt a chill soak out of his vest when he heard it. The eyes behind that wooden mask seemed to be two bottomless abysses that could devour everything, and even just looking at it calmly could make people shudder.

The Commander turned his head and pulled a piece of honey-glazed bacon from his waist bag and stuffed it into his mouth to chew on, and with the help of the pleasure of the explosion of fat and sugar in his mouth, it took him two full breaths to forget the uneasiness of the look in his eyes behind the wooden mask, and then to catch his breath, and then to rise to the disdain and irritation that he had to compromise.

The so-called agreement, of course, is something that can only be used between people, and this kind of irascible and murderous short barbarian is only slightly more advanced than pigs, cows, sheep, and other livestock, is it still necessary to be serious with them? Even in the eyes of the commander, these Westerners who engage in any kind of cult are not much more advanced than the dwarves, and if there is a real chance, he does not mind killing these guys at all. However, in the face of this terrifying cult leader, he was still very careful to restrain his disdain and contempt. At least for now, it seems that the plan is going well, and all the caravan men have been caught, and not a single one has slipped through the net. The goods and the coins were lying there waiting for them to take them.

The commander put a kind smile on his face again, and said very kindly: "Your Excellency, High Priest, you can rest assured that our Northern Legion will always be your reliable ally. We also hate the aristocratic mages who are greedy and only know how to fly and, and the rigid temple churches. It's just that these short barbarians are too unruly, and they have killed our people before, and I will have such a proposal. But since Your Excellency the High Priest thinks this is not good, then I will spare them for your sake. ”

The high priest didn't speak, but seemed to smile, and the eyes behind the mask were still a little dark.

It's really weird, why haven't you found this cult leader so weird before? It seems that these cult guys are really mentally abnormal, and I heard that there are also high-level devils from other worlds who have manipulated their sanity...... It's better to deal less with these guys in the future.

The Commander shrugged his shoulders, swallowed the minced meat in his mouth, and turned away from the hideous mask. At this time, the soldiers in the field had basically tied up all the prisoners. The ordinary humans were completely frozen under the effects of the arcane, and the soldiers were as easy as they were against wood. Those who had fled before had all been called back, and the wounded had been treated in time, after all, these were trained professional soldiers, and most of the people who could be transferred here were close associates of the commander.

Seeing that the scene was almost cleaned up, the pot-bellied commander walked back onto the golem's shoulder, clapped his hands at the soldiers and junior officers below, and said in a loud voice: "Then, it is time to take stock of this harvest." Bring me all the goods, and carefully search the places where they might hide the gold coins, and I reiterate once again that you will not be allowed to hide ......."

"Please wait, Your Excellency, Commander. Standing still and silent, the Western Great Priest suddenly spoke. "The gold coins and goods won't run away on their own, we'd better get the business done first?"

"What else is serious, High Priest?" the commander swallowed his displeasure and looked at the strange Westerner with a smile. "Aren't all these people already tied up? What else can we do but divide the gold and goods equally?"

"Gold coins and goods are only secondary to us. The High Priest's voice was gentle and flat. "You won't forget our agreement, will you, in addition to working together to subdue these caravans and obtain goods and money, you will also assist us in completing our rituals. ”

"Rites, what festivals, all these caravans are already here, can't you do it yourself?" the commander's eyes rolled. Although he had dealt with these Westerners for a long time, he had no interest in the belief of these barbarians, and he had no interest in learning about them in detail, whether it was the primitive barbaric ancestor worship or the underground cult that he secretly engaged in later.

Although there is also knowledge of theological classification in the arcane, the officers of the Northern Legion never need to study it in such detail, as long as they know to stay away from these guys. These underground beliefs, which are not recognized by other church temples, are certainly artificially excluded, but they are indeed mixed with the shadows of otherworldly devils, such as the dangerous trick of needing to use the blood sacrifice of human life and flesh in exchange for the power of otherworldly projection. The commander is very suspicious that these Westerners are trying to do this, and they must stay away from this kind of behavior, which is the most basic common sense.

"Ah, you may have misunderstood, these merchants have nothing to do with our festival, because they have nothing to do with us, do you understand?" said the high priest lightly.

The Commander really didn't get it. He scratched his head, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse to get out as far away as possible from this strange Westerner, when suddenly there was an exclamation and commotion from the soldiers on the periphery, and he stood on the platform on the golem and looked over, and saw that a group of strange people were approaching.

The group of people scattered scattered through the streets and walked silently towards this place, the number of people was actually hundreds, old and young, tall and short, and they were dressed in different appearances, but there was one thing in common, that is, they all wore a wooden mask on their heads and faces. Although the wooden masks were different, some were more elaborate and some were ridiculously simple as a child's hand-carving, they were generally made to imitate the mask on the high priest's face.

"What are you arguing about, what are you flustered about, can't you see that these are all friends of the Cult of Vengeance, and they're all our allies—" The commander yelled at the soldiers, but he himself was beating a little in his heart. These cultists have been hiding in the belly of the mountain since they fled here, barely showing their heads or communicating with their people, and only then do they all emerge. Although I know that most of these disciples are actually civilians with little combat effectiveness, the timing and scene of this appearance are a little strange no matter how you look at it.

Suddenly, the commander's eyes shrank. Behind those vengeful cultists, there were many short figures in between, and all of them were dressed in armor and holding sharp weapons, and they were actually heavily armed dwarven warriors.

"How... How is that possible? Where did these dwarves come from? What about the people who stayed on the periphery? Why didn't they even make a sound?" the commander's eyes widened, and in an instant his head was covered with cold sweat. This time the plot to kill people and rob money in Gray Valley Town is not trivial, and all the irrelevant people have been cleared out a long time ago, and there are also guards and guards around it, but now such a large group of dwarves actually appeared here silently.

There were quite a few of these dwarves, in the hundreds, and thousands of them mixed with the cult of Vengeance, and they surrounded them from the periphery, but they surrounded all the people of the Northern Legion in the middle. As they approached, the Legion soldiers could only retreat and compress into the middle, the masked cultists only made them feel weird at best, but these hundreds of dwarven warriors with weapons in their hands were a force they couldn't resist. Near this northwest front, there has been no such force as hundreds of dwarven warriors gathered together for a long time.

Especially compared to the Vengeance Cultists, who had been silent, these dwarven warriors all had a sinister smile on their faces. Many dwarves also danced the weapons in their hands, cursed or laughed in dwarven language, and from time to time took out the wine jug at their waists and poured two sips, watching the eyes of the soldiers surrounded in the middle glow, as if facing a flock of fat sheep to be slaughtered

"What's going on? What are these dwarves trying to do? Commander!"

"These guys are the dwarves of the Raging Wind Clan who fought with the Blackstone Tribe before!

"These vengeful cult guys are actually colluding with these dwarves, why haven't we found out?"

The soldiers and low-ranking officers below were panicked and shouted, and the commander on the golem was also sweating, his eyes were red, and he poked his head out and shouted to the high priest not far away: "Mr. High Priest, what's going on?"

"Didn't I just say, didn't you hear that? These merchants themselves have nothing to do with us. High Priest Mr. Qiu's voice was still calm, and his eyes still had a creepy chill, but it wasn't just at the garrison commander, he was looking at all the soldiers of the Northern Legion in the field. "Our doctrine is justice, and vengeance, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, and the sacrifice to be our enemy of course. ”

"What do you mean? Are we your enemies? What have we done?" the commander roared hoarsely, the unswallowed food scraps and saliva squirting along with the roar. "Are you crazy? We're the Northern Legion! How dare you collude with the dwarves against the Legion? Do you want to gain a foothold on the West Coast in the future?"

The High Priest did not reply, and the face behind the mask seemed to smile and turned away, taking in the panic around him. The soldiers of the Northern Legion are constantly being driven into the middle by the dwarves like goats, and a dwarven warrior needs nearly ten well-equipped and well-trained professional soldiers to deal with, and the soldiers do not dare to really fight these barbarians due to the disadvantage of numbers, and the few golems that have been damaged in the previous battles, and the battle mages have also run out of energy. These dwarves didn't seem to have the intention of killing directly, but only punched and kicked and waved their weapons in a threatening manner, constantly compressing the outer encirclement.

"By the way, aren't these Raging Wind Clans having a grudge against the Blackstone Clan? Quickly let go of these dwarves of the Blackstone Clan, let's all join forces!"

Not far away, Mage Alston screamed as if he had suddenly remembered, his body covered in bandages, like a dried corpse that had been disposed of in the customs of some orc race in the southern desert. He had been shot by a six-ring arcane in a battle with the despised, academic mage, but luckily the arcane power was far enough away and he had another elemental protection on his body, so he was lucky enough to save his life. The bandages of the medic soldiers and the pain relief of healing potions were indeed very effective, allowing him to temporarily forget about his injuries and jump out to command his men.

"Yes, yes, those dwarves of the Blackstone Clan and the Fury Wind Clan have always been mortal enemies, let them all go first!" And what Mage Alston said was not bad, the previous struggle between the two Dwarven Clans was a well-known fact, and immediately there were officers and battle mages who commanded their soldiers to untie the Dwarves of the Blackstone Clan who had just been tied up by their own hands.

"No, no! stop!" only the Resident Commander shouted to stop, but in the chaos his voice was not heard by many people, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't understand.

Sure enough, the first thing the dwarven warriors who had been untied jumped up was to punch the soldiers who had just untied them, and no matter what the soldiers and battle mages next to them explained, these grumpy barbarians also punched at the soldiers next to them, and then grabbed their weapons and went to untie the other clansmen. For a moment the scene was like a pot of boiling porridge, full of roars, howls, exclamations, dancing soldiers and dwarves scurrying around. The dwarves and vengeful cultists on the periphery stopped their march and watched the bustle in the middle for a long time.

Several of the unraveled dwarves worked together to remove the two golems, revealing the goldstone leader beneath the pinned goldstone leader, the metallic and bloody dwarven leader struggling to crawl out of the pit with the help of several men, and the eyes looked at the garrison commander as if to rip a few pieces of flesh off him with his gaze.

"I just said, I must regret it, I must regret it!" "The leader of the golden stone gritted his teeth and grinned, repeating the words he had roared before, it turned out that this was really not a cruel sentence in vain.

The dwarves of the Angry Wind Clan erupted in laughter as they looked at the bloodied, hideous-faced dwarven leader, as if this were the most comical animal in the world. But in the eyes of the commander, this is even more terrifying than all the demons and demons in the different planes combined. He was sweating profusely, shivering like chaff all over, shaking the fat on his body into layers of waves.

"Sir Sir! Lord Adari!" the commander could only shout hoarsely at the tall buildings in the distance, hoping that the oldest old man in the Northern Legion would show the deterrent power he deserved, or at least show his proper attitude, but from a distance, the old man still sat there and did not move.

In fact, the encirclement surrounded by the dwarves and vengeful cultists had long since crossed the building where the old Sir Adari was located, and many of the dwarves below looked up to see the old sir. Many of the dwarves looked at him with a fierce look in their eyes and cursed in low voices. This veteran of the Legion, who has had a lot of dwarven blood on his hands, is obviously not low in popularity among the dwarves. But these dwarves also had a tacit understanding that they did not mean to provoke him, and at most they glanced around the building where the old knight was.

"Lord Sir must have been manipulated by that mage! That little mage must have colluded with these dwarves, these Westerners cultists!"

"Who has the means, you mages, who still has the arcane ability to disarm spells? Wake up Lord Sir now!

"It's useless! That little mage must be prepared!"

Not only the garrison commander, but also the panicked Northern Legionnaires, the junior officers, and the mages were now eagerly waiting for the old knight to come and break this sudden and inexplicable predicament. It's just that contrary to their expectations, the old knight still sits on a high place and looks down on this side, as if he has not seen anything, and has not reacted at all.

Needless to say, almost everyone blamed the reason on the little mage who was also of mysterious origin, and until now, the little mage who had used his flying skills to make everyone understand his extraordinary origin was still curled up in the shadow of the old sir's tall body, and it did look like he was behind it.

However, in the midst of the noise and even madness, the resident commander did not continue to fall into hysterical panic like the others, he suddenly froze as if he had suddenly figured out something, and without saying a word, he pulled his gaze back from the old knight in the distance, and scanned everything around him again, and then the fear in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.

"Quiet. ”

The High Priest, Mr. Qiu, suddenly spoke. Just a very simple word, it made the noisy scene really quiet down immediately. The tone of his voice seemed to be very flat, and his voice was not harsh, but it seemed to slam into the hearts and minds of everyone on the scene at the same time, and even the most panicked and hysterical young soldiers, who had begun to scream and cry like women, were shocked a little and stopped screaming and crying.

"You need not be surprised by what is happening before you, friends of the Northern Legion. This is all inevitable, predestined, and planned for a long time. When you do those sins and plant those seeds of hatred, you are doomed to the result of today. The high priest's faint voice sounded in the depths of everyone's ears, as if a not-so-intimate friend was whispering in the ear. "These merchants, these goods, and even these dwarven friends who help are not the protagonists of today. You are. The plundering you have planned for you to come here is nothing more than an ancillary arrangement to bring you here. ”

The soldiers, officers, and mages of the Northern Legion all looked at each other, unable to pay attention to what the cult high priest said for a while. And only the resident commander standing on the golem still looked sluggish, and only the fat on his body trembled more and more.

A vengeful cultist suddenly stepped out of the crowd and walked into the encirclement, heading straight for the Commander's Golem.

The mask on the face of this vengeful cultist is quite exquisite, and the craftsmanship of the carving is far greater than that of the great priest's face, but the strange aura that is inexplicably shocking is much lighter, and the clothes on this vengeful cultist are also clean and tidy with some luxury, which is not quite the same as the dirty and simple of other vengeanceists. He walked among the soldiers of the Northern Legion as if no one was around, as if the dense crowd around him was nothing but air, and the soldiers and officers who were still in shock and panic did not dare to stop them, and even those who stood in front of him made way for each side.

Walking straight to the commander's golem, the vengeful cultist reached out and removed the mask, revealing the face of a man of the Shenzhou ethnic group who was nearly half a hundred years old. The man looked up, and saw the garrison commander who was staring at him with a long sigh, and smiled, his expression indifferent with amusement and memory, mixed with something other indescribable, as if to an old friend whom he had not seen for many years, "Long time no see, little Mr. James." Judging by your expression, it seems that you never thought that we would meet one day, but I have been looking forward to this day, waiting for this opportunity, for twenty-eight years and seven months. ”

"Zhang... Sheet... You're Zhang—" The commander pointed to the middle-aged man below, his hands trembling as if he had been suffering from muscle spasms for twenty-eight years, and his widening eyes were bloodshot. With his other hand, he subconsciously took out a piece of chicken leg from his waist, trembled and stuffed it a few times before stuffing it into his mouth. (To be continued.) )