, Lan stood on the cliff and looked ahead, and the faint light and cracking sound came from the temple of Taming Chuan.

"My lord, aren't we going to do it?" Boris wiped the sword in his hand over and over again, and when there were three or four hourglasses, it would be almost dawn, no matter how successful or unsuccessful, the Council of the Dead would not drag on for so long, and if they didn't want to be buried here, they would definitely retreat before dawn.

It is conceivable that the battle at this moment must have entered the most intense moment, why is the Bishop of Landiston not ready to make a move?" Before that time, Luo Lan's voice was still calm, and he raised his head and looked at the sky.

The dark clouds obscured the starlight in the sky, but he always felt as if someone was watching them from the sky, as if everything around him was under the watchful eye of this person.

He knew that this was the Qi mage using the "atmospheric mirror" to spy on himself.

At this point in the battle, these mages have not relaxed their surveillance of him, or the monitoring of the Holy See, which shows that the mage guild is still in order, and the overall situation is still under control, and this is not the best time he wants.

He still had to wait.

Moreover, the Mage Guild did not ask him for help now, and he was still responsible for defending this rift in the canyon, so he could not swagger unless he was desperate for the consequences.

At that moment, a black eagle with a swastika stupefied flew towards the mouth of the cliff.

Luo Lan stretched out a hand, and the Black Eagle honestly stopped on the leather bracer of his arm.

It can be clearly seen that the bundle of sheepskin letters tied to the eagle's legs.

Opened the parchment letter, he only glanced at it, and a smile floated on the corner of his mouth: "Okay, when our opportunity comes, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

"Are you going to do it?

Gunleys' eyes shot an irrepressible sharpness.

Of course, Luo Lan smiled and said.

"But not now, it's not that we take the initiative to help them, but we have to wait for them to come to us.

Now, let's go back to camp first.

Cannon Ris was stunned, "Wait for them to take the initiative to come to my god."

He thinks that the Bishop of Landiston is confused, and the mage will place them here, can't he see their intentions? He just doesn't want the Holy See to interfere in this matter, how can they come to ask for their own side?" Don't worry, going back to the camp is just for the mages to see, so that they will be anxious, and they will come back to beg us, we still want to come back Luo Lan smiled deeply, and said: "Since we want to do it, then we naturally want a little benefit, just see if the conditions they offer satisfy me" My lord, the people of the Council of the Dead have broken through to the last layer.

The attendant ran up the steps panting, his face full of horror.

The battle inside the temple was fierce, and the Dark Council and the Doughmen had broken through to the last line of defense of the temple, which was located on the seventh level within the mountain.

"What's the panic!" Neorid scolded, he calmly waved his hand, stood up, and suddenly turned his head sideways to ask the mage on the side, "Why is there no one outside who is in charge of the encirclement?"

The tall and slender mage understood, and said, "Go down and ask him to wipe the cold sweat on his head and turn away, but this is not the first time, within these three hourglass hours, Brother Neoriid has urged no less than five times."

Neoried sighed inwardly, the Council of the Dead's attack was fierce, and they found that the other party was even more familiar with their own inside the temple, and when they attacked, they often caught the tactically dull mages off guard.

Originally, he thought that he could use the terrain to give full play to the advantages of the mages, but he didn't expect that the Council of the Dead and the people of the masked cooperated so well that the mages were defeated and retreated, and now they have retreated to the core area.

In fact, while the Mage Guild has a large number of mages, and their individual battles are not inferior to those of the Council of the Dead, if not much more, when they come together, Discord's style and the idea of fighting separately prevent them from being as powerful as they should be.

There was still one of the strongest mages under Neoried's command who had not entered the battle, which he had used when he was preparing for internal and external attacks, and he did not want to fight the Council of the Dead when he was uncertain now.

What's more, only at that moment will the little French Emperor Edriman strike a fatal blow to the enemies who came this time.

What should he do? The outside line of defense was in danger, and the mage in charge of the encirclement was still delayed, and he had to pretend to be in control on the surface, which made him feel that it was more difficult than going to fight directly.

If it weren't for the fact that there was really no suitable candidate, he would actually want to shirk the position.

"Adult".

Unlike when he went, the tall and lanky mage came back at a speed no less than that of a thief, but the look on his face was not like a net.

We received the message.

Bad by the dry fox.

So the mages who came to help had to be temporarily dispersed and teleported from the scattered teleportation arrays, so their speed slowed down considerably" "What?" Neoried frowned, if so, those mages would have to assemble again, and the number of them might be even smaller than previously estimated.

While he was thinking, he was slightly stunned when he saw that the mage seemed to be speechless and stopped, and he secretly looked at the mages gathered around.

He waved his hand expressionlessly and said, "You all go to the key location and check the magic trap again, don't all gather here." ”

After all the mages were dispersed, he sat back in the stone chair and asked calmly, "Say, what else?" The mage hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Your Excellency."

Since the mages were teleporting separately, they "have all been ambushed to varying degrees, and the losses are not yet known, but I am afraid that the original encirclement will not be able to be constructed" "What?" The news sent by Master Abner should be right, Neoried sighed heavily, raised his hand and slapped his swollen forehead without worry, he didn't expect the situation to become like this, and the mages would all fall into passivity.

It turned out that none of the plans he had thought of were very good and perfect, but none of them succeeded, and he remembered that some guys looked at him strangely after formulating this plan at the meeting.

Only now did he realize that it was better for him to be a mage than to devise some strategy.

But in fact, if it was someone else's plan, I am afraid that it would not even have a chance to be approved at the meeting of the Mage Council, and it would not be the turn to "execute" it at all.

It is precisely because of this knowledge that those who have real talent and real learning are silent, so as not to make any mistakes and use themselves as substitutes for the dead, and there have been countless such cases in the past.

"My lord, we actually have another way. ”

The tall and thin mage whispered, "Oh, is there anything else you can do?" ”

Neorid is not usually one.

A very serious person, at this time, he originally wanted to lose his temper, but he also knew that it was not appropriate to let the news become known to everyone at this time, so he could only be patient, he had heard enough about what "methods", and he didn't have much hope.

The tall and thin mage said cautiously, "I remember that before the war, Bishop Rantiston was placed in the canyon crack of the cliff" "So what?" Although the tall and thin mage had tried not to mention the title of "Chief Monk", as soon as Neoried heard this name, he remembered that this young man was already a chief monk like himself, and his heart felt a little uneven, "Can he alone play any role in the whole battle? Even Ibuselle of the Council of the Dead may be able to fight him, right?" That's not the case" The tall and thin mage hurriedly said: "My lord, Bishop Landiston didn't come alone, he brought a full three hundred elite clerical guards, this is a force to be reckoned with, if they are all in Worral Castle, even if they come through the teleportation array under the castle, it won't take much time." ”

Neoried's eyes lit up, he stood up suddenly, paced a few steps quickly, and said without worry: "However, with those who use the Holy See completely, our mages will have no point in fighting this time, and besides, they may not obey my orders. ”

"My lord, it doesn't matter. ”

The tall and skinny mage continued to come up with ideas, "Just send this request to Bishop Rantiston first, and wait until they are in order.

Some of our mages should also rush over, the formation in the temple is useless, as long as we don't cooperate, they can't defeat the Council of the Dead and the masqueradal, we actually just need them to help us hold off the enemy for a while, and when all our mages arrive, they will send out a thunderous blow, and the decisive force is still in our hands, my lord. ”

"Not bad, not bad. ”

Neorid nodded his head as he looked at the subordinate with admiration, "You go to Landiston now," the chief monk said, "I said that the mage would ask the Holy See for help. ”

After thinking about it, he added: "Choose some good retinues to go with, try to be humble in your posture, and don't learn from those stupid people who think they are arrogant" Well, you are very good, very good. ”

"Yes, my lord, I will go immediately, please rest assured. ”

The tall and thin mage endured the joy in his heart and bowed out.

When he hurried to the mouth of the cliff where Luo Lan was, he found that there was no one here, and then asked the attendant in charge, and his face turned pale immediately.

Stay on the spot as if you were being bombarded by thunder.

"Bishop Landiston's residence was attacked by several mages, and when he heard that even a paladin of the fourteenth order had been killed, Lord Lantiston was furious and rushed back to the camp, saying that the Holy See would not let this matter go easily, and that the Mage Council would have to pay for it" (To be continued) U