In the harbor of Rhino Point Bay, the lighthouse of Kampemona began to shine with a light that dispelled the gloom, and the gray clouds were pressed low, as if they were carrying a huge load, as if they were about to fall into the sea, setting off a huge wave. [Latest chapter reading.]

The unfathomable celestial power shrouded overhead, casting a bewildering fog over the Monks' Guild's battle plans.

But at this moment, the four chief monks and Luo Lan stood on the white watchtower of the Great Wave Fortress, facing the vast endless sea, watching the coming storm, if it weren't for the constant fluttering of their clothes, it was suspected that it would be a few solidified statues.

"Pastor Rundit, what do you think of this weather?" Morgowatts stared into the distance, his eyes deep and melancholy, and he had to admit that his handsome appearance and steady temperament could not raise hostility from his heart.

The monks would not do anything meaningless, and inviting him here would not be a prelude to admiring the majesty of the storm, and before the war began, their regathering must have implied something important.

Luo Lan looked up at the weather, breathed a breath of the slightly fishy sea breeze, the usual crispness now turned into dullness, and thought: "I'm afraid the storm will last for a while, and it will be very violent." ”

Mogowatts did not move, and said lightly: "If you choose to attack at this time, what does the pastor think is there a chance of victory?"

Luo Lan's eyebrows raised slightly, his gaze moved from the faces of the other three monks, and found that they did not show any surprised looks, he suddenly understood a little in his heart, and muttered for a while, and said: "In such weather, although there is a certain risk, the possibility of success is also very high. Because neither Nimbast nor we would have thought of striking in a stormy moment. It's worth the risk, but I must remind a few of the esteemed Monks that we still have the upper hand in numbers and combat. Therefore, it is the safest way to move slowly, step by step. ”

Mogowatts glanced him up and down, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes, and he couldn't help but nod.

Naoraser coughed, and he stepped forward and interjected, "Pastor Lundit is right, but after a few of us discussed it, we felt that we had to strike at this time. ”

"Oh?" Luo Lan glanced at and took a step away.

Mogo Watts continued. Said: "We expected that there would be eyes and ears of the Black Dragon Land in the Monks' Society, so we announced that the attack in three days later was just a deliberate leak of the news, in the original plan, there would be a surprise attack by Brother Midler, first seize one island, and then when the other four islands on the Black Dragon tribe heard the wind and came to the rescue, they were defeated in one fell swoop." ”

Luo Lan couldn't help but sneer in his heart, whether the so-called "original plan" existed or not, there was no doubt that several of the monks had obviously had a tacit understanding and had already arranged all this, and Midler's original subordinates were under his command, so their purpose was already self-evident, Morgowatts looked at Luo Lan with burning eyes, and said categorically: "One of us must go to the island of St. Decor! ”

Luo Lan secretly sneered, I'm afraid this will also attract countless enemies like a magnet, right? "Did you know there would be a storm?"

"We don't know, but this is a good opportunity given to us by the Lord, how can we not take advantage of it?" said Morgowards in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on Luo Lan.

Luo Lan was silent, and Mavis on the side did not speak, she kept looking at the sea intently, not knowing what she was thinking, and Dean Lance had been looking lethargic from the beginning to the present, yawning constantly. It was as if he hadn't slept for days and nights, but he slept more than anyone else.

There was no expression on Orather's wrinkled face, and he said coldly, "If Pastor Rundit thinks it's too dangerous, we can send another man. ”

Luo Lan's heart froze, it seemed that the minds of these people could not hold the power that was now under their control in their hands. It's going to be consumed first in battle. to prevent those who possess this power from embezzling their interests.

They are teaming up to put pressure on themselves!

Morgowatts sighed and said, "We know it's not going to be easy. But right now, only the pastor has the best defense for your team, so you have to help. Alas, the death of Friar Midler has left the seat of the Friar vacancious, and if the Pastor is willing to lead the way, we can strongly recommend you to become the new Monk. ”

The corners of Luo Lan's eyes jumped, but he didn't make a sound.

Morgowatts and Naoraser stopped talking, silently waiting for his answer, or rather, choice.

After a while, Luo Lan sighed, slowly spoke, and said, "I agree." He paused, looked at the most powerful people here, and said, "But I have a few conditions. ”

"Please!" said Morgowards, with a solemn gesture.

Luo Lan held up a finger and said, "First, I must use the best ships and experienced seamen. ”

Morgowarts nodded, "Yes, four galleons are at your disposal, and we can also send one more large transport ship as your local supply ship." ”

"Second, Knight Captain Mayvis," Luo Lan looked at the strong-looking female knight and said, "After a battle, our weapons and armor will inevitably consume a lot, I know that the Knight Alliance has a good weapon maintenance division, and I need a few people." ”

Mei Weisi said without hesitation: "Five weapon restorers, the Knight Alliance will give it to you." ”

She said it extremely generously, but Luo Lan also knew that if they couldn't withstand the attack of the Black Dragon subordinates, then these people would definitely die, and there was not much difference between them.

"Third," Luo Lan turned to Na Olaser and said, "Because I am responsible for the first round of attacks, I need a few large magic scrolls, especially enchantment magic, I believe that Na Oraser mage will not be stingy, right?"

Na Olaser was expressionless, he took out a few scrolls from his sleeve and handed them to Luo Lan's hand, and said: "These are two crystal wall scrolls, within an hourglass hour, even high-level magic attacks can be resisted, and there is also a magic light bomb, once the priest succeeds, our subordinates can set off immediately after releasing it." ”

Luo Lan smiled lightly and said, "Then it's okay for Master Olaser to call me by my name, after all, you are not from our church. With that, he glanced at Mogowatts, intentionally or unintentionally.

Naorasser's face changed slightly, and Morgowatts frowned imperceptibly: "We will send a mage to stand on the lighthouse of Kampemona to use the Eagle Eye Technique, once you successfully land on the island, please immediately go to the surface of the sea and send a magic light bullet." ”

Luo Lan looked up at the clouds that were getting closer and closer, and his sharp gaze swept over the faces of several people in front of him one by one, and said, "Okay! Everyone, goodbye to the South Wind Islands!"

Watching his back fade away, Olaser's eyes furrowed, and he felt as if he had overlooked something.

He didn't see that after Luo Lan, who had a solemn face, stepped down from the watchtower, the stiff ground gradually dissolved, and a cunning arc slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth,

Three hourglass hours later.

On the shore of the vast harbor, there were about five hundred members of the Templar swordsmen and priesthoods, all of whom looked a little ugly, knowing that this trip was a great risk.

Luo Lan stood on the bow of the ship, he put on the missionary's robe and crown, and behind him stood the undead acolytes and Hedamic and others hidden in the cloak, he looked at the demoralized crowd, waved his staff, and said in a sarcastic tone: "Warriors of the Western Continent Diocese, you have come to this land with shame!"

These words caused a commotion at once, and everyone below couldn't help but change color.

Luo Lan pointed to the Great Wave Fortress and said loudly: "They, the clergy of this land, your parishioners, they despise you, they spurn you, they can't afford to be with you, why is that? That's because you have failed! You have fled! You have been abandoned by the Lord!"

The sound echoed in the ship's huge sails, drifting far away with the sea breeze.

The Templar swordsmen's chests heaved and their eyes bloodshot, and several elderly priests looked angry, clenching their staffs tightly in their hands, their white beards dancing in the wind.

Luo Lan stretched out his hand, pointed to a cross flag with a blue background fluttering high on the mast, and shouted: "Standing under your own cross flag, have you forgotten your oath? Have you forgotten the divine glory? Have you forgotten the faith in your heart? And now, a battlefield to cleanse your soul and eliminate the brand of shame is just around the corner! Prove your courage with your sword! Wash away your shame with your blood! Trample the land of sin with your steel boots!"

A little raindrop was fluttering in the air, cool through the cheeks, into the bottom of the heart, but there was an irrepressible flame in everyone's eyes.

Luo Lan shouted, "Let it bear witness to your greatness!

A fierce wind blew, and the cross flag shook violently a few times, and was raised high in the air.

The swordsman roared from his chest as the sword was drawn like a torrential rain, and the sound of the waves and wind that shook the Rhinohorn Bay in all directions made everyone in the Great Wave Fortress change color.

Luo Lan took a long breath, he kissed the bishop's staff, and whispered, "May the glory of God bless you!" The wind blew his robe, and he waved his staff vigorously, shouting, "Let's go!"

Beside him, with a terrifying roar, a column of rolling flags and swords and shields poured onto the deck, facing the increasingly fierce wind and waves, striking out the storm of the soul!