After leaving the Banshee Tribe and Athena to stay in the camp, the large group of men and horses marched towards Beiselen, in addition to the slaves who were responsible for carrying long and short weapons and shields to follow the Templar swordsmen, there were about 2,000 people left here, if they were attacked they would be able to resist for a while, even if the sacrifice was a little more bearable, although the enemy's focus would definitely not be placed here, but in the current situation, the food in the camp was undoubtedly more important than life, in case Beiselen was lost or not captured, then this was the last reliance. [Full text reading.]

After walking only a thousand meters, Luo Lan's cavalry broke away from the brigade and galloped towards a high hill, which was the highest point here, and standing here, he could see everyone who tried to approach from a distance.

He only brought undead acolytes with him, and these minions who had a direct connection with his soul could exert their greatest power in battle, and they waited for Luo Lan's hands, feet, ears and eyes to extend, and at such a close distance, they could quickly transmit not a single mutation on the battlefield to his mind through the soul transmission, so as to respond in time.

Luo Lan's gaze was deflected, and in the distance was the fierce battle of the war drums, the thick smoke and the smell of burning swept across his nose, and in front of him was the wind and flying leaves, and the power raged in the sky in a unique way visible to the naked eye, Luo Lan couldn't help but sigh, even though the manpower set off countless bloody rains, but compared with the form of nature that invisibly contains the power of Pei Ran, it is still too far away, he smiled mockingly, it is only too far away temporarily, in his heart, nothing is unattainable, just like now, his actions can affect the life and death of tens of thousands of people, the lonely little thief in the past only exists in memory, and the wonderful changes in the world are nothing more than this。

He stretched out his hand and felt the overwhelming wind pressure in his palm. Who can guarantee that he will not be able to control this terrifying power the next day?

Time and space are changing, the stars are changing, I'm afraid that even the gods can't predict the trend of this world, right?

He squeezed his outstretched hand heavily. **And the blood came to the surging strength and vigorous vitality, he came to this point, not by others charity, not by begging, not by family background, but by his own wisdom and perseverance to win, every time he faced a strong enemy he will not escape, but face head-on. Use a sharp dagger to destroy the obstacles that stand in your way and reap the lives of your enemies. His strength not only comes from martial arts and **, but more from the heart, firm and calm and never give in to the strong heart!

Come, you will be another stepping stone for me!

"It's coming!" Captain Sempke turned his head to look in one direction.

A large number of cavalry units appeared in sight, and a rough estimate was no less than two hundred people. And in the saddle, all of them are in steady shape, and their expressions are serious, presumably the elite of the knights are dispatched.

At the same time that the Knights and the Templar swordsmen were flanking the orcs, Netomund had two choices, one was to turn his face after the battle, and the other was to strike first halfway through the battle, and now it seems that he chose the latter, and he made no secret of his killing intent.

But this is not what Luo Lan was expecting? He looked at it coldly. As soon as the palm of his hand loosened and he grasped it, his breath adjusted his body into a state of high acumen, this was the last battle to capture Beiselen!

More than 300 cavalry quickly surrounded Luo Lan and the others, but he did not make any counterattacks.

Netomund was not surprised, presumably the other party also wanted to make a break as soon as possible, so he simply gave up moving. He urged the horse to run back and forth along the mound for dozens of paces before finally stopping. Yao Yao said: "Master Pastor." You're confident. ”

Luo Lan glanced at him lightly, his chin raised slightly. Said slowly: "It's the bishop!"

Netomund's pupils shrank, and the other party could still show this kind of look of contempt when facing a large number of enemies who surrounded him, which couldn't help but make his original surging momentum stagnate!,

He snorted coldly, all the cavalry he brought around him were his own hard-earned personal guards, including more than fifty paladins and more than a hundred barbarian mercenary warriors, it can be said that all the elite combat power of the Double-Bladed Knights is here, and they will not be afraid of the opponent shrouded in the glory of divine power at all.

As for the knights who are responsible for blocking the orcs, although there are many elites, most of them are not descendants of other lands, and there are even many who have just belonged to other people, and the time of control is so short that it can be ignored, so even if he loses some, he will not feel distressed.

"Bishop, soon it won't be!" said Netomund gloomily.

As long as the person in front of him is removed, he can completely replace him after getting the bishop's badge and religious robe, even if he can't be recognized by the Holy See of Light, it doesn't matter, he can control all the believers here first, and then plan slowly, and in his expectation, once he takes Beiselen, in order to be able to resist the orc invasion with peace of mind, the human world will acquiesce to his small move, whether it is the Holy See of the Apollo Continent or the Ruling Alliance of the Olevia Peninsula.

He is extremely accurate in his grasp of people's hearts and politics, and if he succeeds, it is very likely that this will be the case.

The competition of interests has always been so ruthless and ruthless!

Netomund still admires Luo Lan very much, this is the last step in all preparations, failure means the end, so he can only succeed!

In fact, he didn't plan to use this kind of power to directly confront him, but he was forced to this step by Luo Lan's several ingenious arrangements, and the entire previous planning and so on lost its effect, but the situation that came to this day was already in the calculation of the people behind him, he just gave up his own method and returned to the original plan.

Luo Lan's strength is very clear, very powerful! But the person behind him has already made a perfect arrangement, and this battle will definitely be won! He is still full of expectations to witness a powerful person die in his hands.

Luo Lan calmly looked at the arrangement of the Knights, except for Captain Marshall who walked away for leading the Knights, only the two twin swordsmen remained, they never left the sides of Netomund, their expressions almost never changed, and they knew at a glance that they were indifferent to life. Ignoring one's own gaze has eliminated all the emotions that people have, and if they can't use the sword, they will use their hands, if they can't use their hands, they will use their teeth, and if they can't use their teeth, they will use their bodies. They are absolute dead soldiers!

But such a guard still looks very weak in Luo Lan's eyes, as if he can stab Netomund under the horse with just a flash, but it is precisely because of this that he did not act rashly, not only because he saw that there were two people in robes hiding behind the other party, but also because the other party knew his strength and dared to lead these people, it was almost certain that there was no other hidden backhand, that is, he had full faith in his subordinates

While Luo Lan observed. Netomund also glanced at the undead acolytes around Luo Lan with a cold gaze, as if estimating their combat effectiveness. Most of the undead wrapped in the elf armor were not something he could see, but there were a few unique people who caught his attention.

In addition to the others, Simpuk, Blade, and Boxer, an undead squire carried a serrated broadsword that resembled a normal human size, captured from the Ogre Chief during the last dragon slaying battle, and his sleek, thin size did not seem to match the knife. Even being able to lift it is a miracle in itself.

It is worth mentioning that he is not wearing any armor, he is wearing a tight leather armor, and what is even more peculiar is that his face is almost the same as that of a normal human, standing there with his feet spread out at the moment, his whole body is loose, and his face is full of carelessness, and the original fierce weapon is actually a little more funny in this comparison.

Luo Lan also glanced at it in surprise. He never took the initiative to interfere with the actions of the undead unless necessary, but this undead did not establish any special fluctuations in his mind, that is, he did not awaken, so he frowned and put it down for the time being.

Netomund nodded after observing for a long time, and he rode back into the formation, then waved his hand lightly. Immediately. Dozens of ** barbarian mercenaries rushed out of the array, brandishing axes and hammers and running forward in a shout.

Luo Lan raised an eyebrow. It seems that Netomund did not intend to use any novel attack methods at first, but was ready to directly fill with human lives, and consume his own strength by the way in the temptation, as soon as he pouted, several undead warriors led by the boxer rushed down the high slope.

A barbarian who rushed to the front was extremely majestic, he aimed at the boxer with thick arms, hammered his chest and pounced head-on, obviously wanting to compete with the latter for strength, but the boxer didn't look at him, his fists clenched, slammed, and "bang" smashed him with an axe and flew out more than ten meters, and then rushed into the formation domineeringly, and suddenly set off a bloody storm.

The faces of several barbarians in the rear changed in an instant, they exchanged glances, and one of the leader-like people bowed at a thin figure on the high slope, and the three people behind nodded knowingly and quietly walked around.

The man was the skinny undead with the serrated broadsword, and he seemed a little sluggish and a little overwhelmed, as if he was stunned by the battle scene in front of him.

The barbarian leader trotted all the way, smiling and pounced on him with a mace.

Hmph, avoid bullying the weak, this tactic is not only used by humans, but also by us barbarians!

He saw that the little man seemed to be looking at him blankly, and his heart was suddenly overjoyed, but then, he saw that there seemed to be a flash of surprise in the other's eyes, as if he had seen the joy of seeing the prey fall into the trap, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and then, suddenly there was a dizzy shout in his ear, and the sound was so loud that the whole hillside seemed to shake twice.

"I'll cut !!"

With a thud, the serrated knife sank deep into the dirt, and at the same time, two barbarians broke into two corpses in a straight line.

A barbarian in the rear who had been missed looked at the strange scene in front of him in a daze, and his mind was blank for a moment, but then he came to his senses, and the opponent's weapon seemed to be stuck in the ground and could not be pulled out?

It was true that the sawtooth knife could not be pulled out for the time being, but before he could rejoice, he saw the thin undead bend down, reach out, and easily pick up a huge mace from the ground that was not inferior to the sawtooth knife, and then swept it back......

"Poof!"

The sound of a melon being smashed rang out, and the barbarian flipped straight out, his headless body twitching a few times before moving.

The thin undead pulled out the serrated knife with a "hi", grabbed the mace in his left hand, pinched the big knife in his right hand, took a step forward, raised his chin defiantly, and yelled: "Come on!"

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