The Boxer doesn't have the cunning of Adozemath or the swiftness of a blade among the undead, but he has an invincible pair of fists, and it's no surprise that he can break through the ogre's bones. [No pop-ups.]

But at that moment just now, Luo Lan clearly noticed that the parts of the boxer's blow avoided those hard bones and selected those more fragile places, which seemed to be a very small change, but it was actually an essential leap.

In Luo Lan's impression, the boxer has always been an undead who relies on brute force to win.

But now, this ingenious attack has changed his opinion.

The fighter struck at the most critical moment, and frustrated the ogre's originally menacing charge, and the timing was just right. He is more skillful than before, and he also knows how to avoid false and real attacks, rather than blindly rampage.

Luo Lan's eyes lit up, it seemed that after absorbing the dark energy from the abyss, the undead seemed to not only improve their strength, but more importantly, they had finally transformed from a killing machine that only knew how to obey orders into a warrior who could think alone, which was not a surprise.

In the depths of Luo Lan's soul, where each undead acolyte has its own unique imprint, like a piece of music with different rhythms, there is a soothing difference between high and low, representing its own character and characteristics, Simpuk is a calm and long string, Adocim is a short note as eerie as a snake, and the blade is a shrewd and jumping minor. And now, there is a calm and powerful, but not losing the drum of progress, which is a unique fluctuation of boxers.

Aside from them, the few remaining undead acolytes were still in a daze. The soul imprint is also flat pale. They. Not really awakened yet.

The ogres who had lost their command suddenly became chaotic and crowded together, not out of fear or fear, as low-intelligence creatures like them seemed to be born without such awareness, but because they couldn't figure out who should kill the leader first. Or do you want to keep charging forward?

It seems a little too difficult to choose.

As it turns out, most ogres are still beasts, instinctively attacking what they consider their most threatening foes, and in their eyes, the one who kills the chief is the most threatening.

As a result, the ogre, who was at the front, with a large slashing blade in both hands, slammed headlong into the ranks of the Templar swordsmen.

With a bang, the blue earth tide suddenly collided violently with the golden earth shield.

The shield shattered. The armor is deflated. The dozen or so Templars in the first row of the queue vomited blood and threw backwards, and while they were still in the air, white light flashed from their bodies, healing and recovery techniques continued to repair the broken physiology, but after only a few moments on the ground, they stood up again, and if it weren't for the embarrassment on their bodies, almost no one believed that they had just suffered a terrible impact.

The ogre's momentum was also contained, and every Templar swordsman in the back row was blessed with at least a dozen light magic spells. At this time, they rushed upward, and at such a close distance, the ogre, who had lost their momentum, did not have the slightest advantage except for outranking them in size.

The Ogre's bloody nature and ferocity were also aroused, and the large slashing blade in his hand let out a dull roar. Keeps chopping down. The Templar swordsmen cooperated with each other and calmly raised their runic shields. Activating the Radiant Protection, which can only be used once a day, the ogre's originally powerful attack was like a slash into the ground and water as soon as it encountered that layer of light, sticky and sluggish, and then, each ogre was almost slashed by three or four swords at the same time, and fell on his back in the wild spray of blood.

On the other hand, the situation in the Boxer's land was precarious, and in the face of hundreds of rushing ogres, he wisely chose to retreat, but fortunately the tunnel was wide enough to have room to turn, and his steps were more agile than those of bulky enemies.

When the front of the Templar swordsman was emptied, they were surprised to find that the ogre's flanks were spreading out in front of them, and their attention was completely focused on the boxer, who did not even pay any attention to this side.

To their surprise, the enraged ogre gradually lost his patience, and as one of the ogres threw the gavel in his hand at the boxer, the same kind behind him seemed to suddenly realize and threw their weapons at him.

Hundreds of weapons were enough to fly out in a flood of air, smashing into the stone walls and the ground with a hail-dense impact.

The Templar swordsmen felt a chill on their backs, and if all the heavy weapons fell on top of their heads, how many of them would be safe?

The boxer's hands were wrong, these heavy weapons did not dare to touch easily even with his body that was not afraid of swords, he protected his head with his arm, and then took the initiative to meet a giant hammer, "bang" was smashed and flew out, his body rolled in the air, and when he bounced towards the stone wall, he kicked with both feet, narrowly avoiding a stone hammer that smashed on the position just now, and the broken hammer and rock fragments splashed on his body, making a crisp hitting sound on the surface of the demon armor.

In the first half of the whole action, he basically imitated the Chester Knight's method of dodging fireball attacks, but in the first half, he completely relied on the instinctive reaction of life and death, so that he could get out of the area covered by the stone mallet in time and jump into the darkness.

At this moment, the ogre completely exposed his back.

Luo Lan walked out of the queue, he pulled out the saber at his waist and came to the front, he turned his head and said calmly: "Warriors, I, Lundy Lantistan, am with you, may the light shine on you and me!"

As soon as the words fell, he rushed out with his sword in his hand, and Xi Jiesi followed behind without saying a word, and her cold face was firm. Alexander also rushed up, running and yelling, "Friend, and me!"

"The light shines on you and me!"

Seeing the Pastor take the lead, the Templar swordsmen in the rear were immediately inspired to fight endlessly, and they shouted in unison, and hundreds of people raised their swords in the air. It merged into a white stream of iron. Rushing forward with a frenzy.

The rumbling footsteps shook the top of their heads and shattered stones kept falling, and Luo Lan and the other three cut into the ogre land queue like a sharp point, and in such a battle, all skills and superfluous movements were abandoned, and there was no need to parry. There was no blocking, only a few simple swings, slashes, slashes and a few other actions, and the bloody rain that flew up and hissed again and again, and then, like a shower, the sound of collision came from behind itself, and the templars raised their swords, slashed down, and raised their swords again. Split down again. They kept repeating this action until they completely chopped the mountain of meat in front of them into a pile of meat scraps that could no longer be put together.

The high-intensity repetitive movements made Luo Lan feel that his arms and feet were numb, becoming heavy, and the sword in his hand was no longer a sword, but like a giant hammer in the hands of an ogre. only to find that there was not a single enemy in front of them.

Turning around slowly, there was a thick smell of blood in the air, the ground was thick with blue plasma, and a pile of unrecognizable corpses lay lying on the ground, and Alexander was grinning and covering his arm. Look at the expression like you're laughing. Cejes still stood straight, except for a little pale. Only her clothes were torn a little over her shoulders, revealing her snow-white skin.

The Templar swordsmen supported their swords and shields one by one, their wheezing and coughing sounds, and the passage was like a large bellows.

"Pastor, Pastor, ......" ran up in a panic.

"What's the matter?" Luo Lan was very surprised, could it be that there was still a group of ogres?

Rust made a few gestures one after another, pointing at himself for a while, pointing at Luo Lan for a while, and finally stomped his feet and said, "Your Excellency, you, I, I want to come up and bless you with divine arts." ”

"You came here to bless me with divine magic?" Luo Lan looked at Rust strangely.

"yes. Rust Priest nodded.

Luo Lan stared at him without blinking, until he saw that Rust was a little overwhelmed, and he suddenly burst out laughing.

Alexander's shoulders shook at first, and finally he couldn't help laughing, clutching his wounds as he laughed, the corners of his mouth twitching. The expression is extraordinary.

As if infected by them, all the Templar swordsmen let out a deafening laugh at the same time, and at this moment, it seemed that the resentment and repression of the battle just now were released heartily, and there was no longer there at all.

Rust's face was a little ugly, Luo Lan patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Rust Sacrifice to have such a sense of humor." ”

What else could Rust say?

"Count!"

Luo Lan did not forget to fulfill the duties of a leader, and he wanted to make sure that he knew how much combat power was left at the moment.

There were two teams of Templar swordsmen who could still fight, and the number of people who could still fight was immediately reported, adding up to a total of seven Templars, but one team was slow to report.

"What's going on?" Luo Lan frowned.

A young Templar walked up, he was silent for a moment, then lowered his head, and said, "I'm sorry, my lord, our captain is dead. ”

Luo Lan straightened up, looked at him and said, "What about the vice captain?"

"Killed too. ”

Luo Lan stood for a moment and said slowly, "What's your name?"

"Azha. ”

Luo Lan took a closer look, and then said in a deep voice: "From now on, the position of captain will be temporarily replaced by you." ”

The young templar nodded silently, he didn't know whether to rejoice or mourn, his heart was as quiet as death.

A calm and powerful hand patted him on the shoulder, he raised his head, Luo Lan walked past him, and a sentence sounded in his ears: "Your captain, you are very heroic." ”

Suddenly, the young templar's chest burst with boiling blood, and a stream of heat seemed to overflow from the corner of his eye.

It took half an hourglass hour to heal and form a team, and the queue was finally able to move forward again.

But no one paid attention, and at the end of the queue, an undead attendant suddenly stopped, stunned and looked at a two-handed serrated knife on the ground, this knife was left by an ogre, he hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashed with faint green fire, slowly bent down, and picked it up.