After a night of killing, the storm receded behind the thunderclouds, and Dawn still seemed to be reluctant to give up its unfinished might, trying to hold on to the last trace of gloom. [No pop-ups.]

The rain, blood, and feathers mingled into a thick mud that the conquerors' footsteps were unceremoniously trampling on, leaving clear and powerful marks.

The white-robed priest stood and chanted a hymn to dispel the souls of the resentful, and the prayer speaker whispered, his hands pressed on the hedron necklace on his chest, purifying all the filth, and the essence of light turned into white frecks of light and floated upward, coupled with the chanting of nothingness, everything was so sacred and serene.

However, when the robe of holiness was lifted, a corpse of the utmost ugliness was revealed, all filth and darkness mixed with earth and rock, and they were indistinguishable from each other. After a rough count, about two thousand harpies had fallen here, and a thick bloody aura swept around the nose, and in a short period of time, the purification technique could not expel all the bloody qi.

Luo Lan walked over step by step, he looked up at the sky, the white light was gradually replacing the darkness, he looked at Rust on the side, and said with a smile: "Rust sacrifice, speed up, if the sun rises and can't deal with all the smells, it will definitely attract a large number of vultures, and it is likely to be discovered by the remnants of the harpy at that time, which will be greatly detrimental to our next actions, you know, our success or not is related to the success or failure of the monks' plan." ”

Rust's expression was grim, and a touch of anxiety immediately swelled up in his eyebrows, and he answered, and immediately hurried to urge the priesthood to speed up.

Luo Lan looked at his back with a smile, and inadvertently, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, last night's attack, he was not only to eliminate these harpy people who posed a great threat to his back, and. He also wanted to see the fighting power of the Templar swordsmen and the priesthood, but most importantly, he wanted to know how Rust and the Templar captains had treated him, and whether they had really given up their distractions and were wholeheartedly attached to his cross.

But. In the battle last night, Rust deliberately put more than a dozen priests in the rear, this is not his tactical arrangement, but a small calculation to preserve his strength, because from beginning to end, these priests have not shown their real strength, just pretending there, undoubtedly, that is Rust's real henchmen, and he is not valued. Even the resentful people were pulled to the forefront to withstand the fiercest onslaught.

Luo Lan secretly sneered, Lathert is not a smart person, but he likes to play with these careful eyes, but in this way, it just makes him realize what he can really control, and what he must give up, because. Under his wings, there is no room for the slightest impurity!

He was already thinking about how to completely purge and erase these people in the next battle.

It was the first time he had seen the power of a Templar swordsman, and it was really unexpected that the queue blessed with various blessings and light magic had such a powerful defense and combat power.

Such power must be completely in your own hands!

As we went deeper into the canyon, there were still some corners around that were not yet ready to disperse the blood, and the dead silence was uncomfortable, and contrary to everyone. The undead acolytes are very fond of those ** and the breath of death, blood and wailing can make them inexplicably excited, Luo Lan can even hear them cheering loudly in their hearts, there is a faint tendency to increase their strength, and with the gradual spread of the light element, that emotion will gradually shrink until it is extinguished.

Luo Lan couldn't help but nodded, it seemed that the environment full of killings and darkness was not without help to increase the level of the undead.

He looked into the distance with a slight sense of awareness, and Hedamic approached with excitement on his face, and there was a hint of pride in his expression. Behind him, four servants were carrying a charred harpy figure struggling to move, and finally threw it in front of Luo Lan with a "snap" under the latter's command.

"Hmm, it's the Harpy Chief?" Luo Lan took two steps forward, and there was no need to tell from the size of the Harpy, which was twice as large as the average Harpy, and the gorgeous feathered tunic and gold accessories. You can see who she is. He frowned slightly, and said in surprise, "Aren't you dead yet?"

"Hey. Hedamic tapped the Harpy's body with his staff, and sneered: "Elven Bird Corolla, Tidal Cloak, Storm Feather, this Chief Earth Demon Resistance Accessories are a lot, but ......" He pursed his lips, pointed to the golden rings again, and smiled: "If it weren't for these flashy things, my thundercloud chain wouldn't have hit her so easily." ”

Luo Lan exhaled a breath, this was an extremely enjoyable battle, he still remembered that when he was in the port that day, the sky was covered by dense eagle figures, the small individual seemed to be completely powerless, but after only a few days, the strength and weakness reversed.

He looked around, and sighed in his heart, now, this power is in his hands, in the past, to seize a thing, he needs to spend a lot of time and energy, to plan, to calculate, in the process, he also has to risk his life, just like walking on a high cliff tightrope, anytime and anywhere may fall into the abyss, fall to pieces.

Now, however, with a wave of his hand or a simple command, what he called obstacles and thorns would vanish in an instant.

And all of this is brought about by rights, and this taste is indeed extremely wonderful and makes people happy.

Suddenly, the ground's eyes suddenly opened and let out a shrill scream, and she opened her mouth wide, exhaling large clouds of black mist from them.

"It's a dark ritual!

Xi Jiesi, who was standing behind Luo Lan, snorted coldly, she stepped forward and rushed out, and pulled out the sword with a "bang", and drew a sword light with a while, and the head of the eagle chief suddenly flew into the air, however, she did not relax, but with a solemn face, and what spurted out from the broken neck was not blood, but still a large black mist.

They were pitch black, dense, and seemed endless, rushing out of it, and at the same time, the priests and prayer masters next to them also changed their faces, and there was no need to be reminded, and one by one, the purification technique, the exorcism technique, and the dissipation technique were released towards the black mist.

Like ice and snow pouring flames, the black mist was only slightly contained at first, and it struggled and writhed, gradually becoming larger, diffusing a dead air and darkness that seemed to corrode the heart and lungs.

Luo Lan's face changed slightly, not only the abnormal change in front of him, but the soul fire that the undead attendants had just fallen into a slump suddenly became vigorous again, as if an abundant force was injected into their bodies, and they shook uncontrollably, but suddenly rushed forward, and surrounded the area.

Their bodies under their cloaks were shaking, not scared, but excited!

The next moment, all the undead attendants stretched out their hands in unison, Luo Lan's heart moved, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the extremely brilliant light instantly pierced everyone's eyes and closed involuntarily.

It wasn't until a moment later that the priests recovered from their state of shock, and as far as the eye could see, the black fog had vanished, and the dozen or so undead acolytes were standing motionless, as if nothing had happened.

They couldn't help but look at Luo Lan with surprise and admiration, such a powerful light purification technique was unheard of.

Luo Lan sneered twice, the light flashed in his eyes, the dark ritual is to burn his own soul, so as to summon a dark death cloud from the abyss, and the most prominent feature of this spell is that it needs to be prepared after a few hourglasses, so from the perspective of time, this Harpy Chief has no intention of escaping at all, maybe she was also deliberately struck by lightning, so that at this moment, all the people around her will be killed. Admittedly, she almost succeeded, but she never imagined that those mist might be a disaster for the clergy, but for his undead acolytes, it was nothing less than a delicious tonic, and their bodies were now enjoying the surprise of the abundant energy.

The light was just an act to cover up the undead.

Luo Lan exhaled a long breath, but he was more fortunate than lucky.

However, the actions of the Eagle Chief made him see an excellent opportunity, he turned around and looked at the white belly on the horizon, and that direction was the Nanfeng Islands.

"Unleash the magic light projectile. ”

A brilliant firework flew into the sky and dispersed in the clouds.

Port of Rhino Bay.

The dawn sun shone on the white walls of the Great Wave Fortress, waving away the gloom and gloom.

There was a huge cyan sphere spinning on the lighthouse of Kampemona, an old mage suddenly opened his eyes wide, his whole body tightened, and then relaxed, he waved his hand, and the guards behind him were in good spirits, revealing an excited look, and vigorously rang the bronze bell on the side.

For a moment, a huge sound and a long horn resounded.