In the silence of the night, this cry was like shattering the world. [No pop-ups.] The whole camp woke up. Not only the light of the torch was lit up one after another. The beam of the magic lamp on the sentry swept in the same direction.

Despite the mask on his face. That moment. Locke has the illusion that he is naked in front of everyone. Everywhere there was the sound of weapons and armor rubbing and colliding. It was as if a tide was coming towards him.

More and more Templar swordsmen were coming out of their tents. The boy clenched his fists tightly. My heart was full of excitement. It looks like his plan has succeeded. Once the person is caught. Then Angus Gale is bound to be involved. When the time comes, Bishop Landiston will not be held accountable.

And yet at this very moment. A large ball of fire exploded on the ground between the two men. The whirlwind currents and heat waves pushed them back a few steps each. Even mud chips flew into the necklines of two people. They couldn't help but be stunned at the same time.

Immediately, they all noticed something strange around them. Everywhere there was the clash of blades and the screams. The scene seemed extremely chaotic.

One word flashed through the minds of the two people together: enemy attack!

The boy suddenly became a little overwhelmed. However, Locke's face under the silver mask was a surprise. I thought it would be a catastrophe this time. I didn't expect things to take such a wonderful turn. He didn't care about the boy. Turning your head is like running inside the camp. Those dim places he didn't dare to enter now. Who knows how many members of the Council of the Dead are dormant in it. But that's the case now. No one would bother with him.

"Stop!" the boy froze. Then he angrily drew his sword and headed it at Locke. In his eagerness, he simply forgot the difference in power between the two. This kind of behavior is simply self-defeating in normal times. But where does Locke have the energy to entangle with him more. He let out a disdainful snort. Carrying Maxim's body to the side of the body, he was half of his body. Dodge the blade. Then a punch slammed into the spine of the falling sword. "Dangchang" slashed the sword and got out of his hand. Locke didn't look like he was kicking. The boy barely managed to avoid the skull. But there was a sharp bone pain in his shoulder. A strong force lifted him up. In the air, he involuntarily flipped two heels in a row and fell to the ground.

The teenager was dizzy from the fall. He grinned and touched his shoulder armor. I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. There was a big dent in it. Without this layer of protection. His shoulder bone had been shattered by a kick.

Gritted his teeth. He struggled to get up. Follow Locke's departure route and chase it down.

Although the ground was full of the sound of fighting. But there was one place that was surprisingly calm. Because there are hundreds of Templar swordsmen and dozens of priests around. Even a team of thousands of people will not be able to break through this place in a short time.

Reese walked unusually calmly into the tent. Glanced at Angus Gale. Then he said to Luo Lan: "I have found out. These men came up from the ground under the ruins. I had researched the maps and folk records beforehand. It used to be a place for some evacuees to escape from bandits. However, now it has mainly become a place for mountain people to store their winter food. There are no hidden passages underneath. But the baskets of grain were opened. That means that these people were hiding here. ”

Luo Lan muttered: "The land will not be very big. The number of people hidden should be limited. ”

"Yes. Boris nodded. "I took a look. There were about fifty or so people. There are three mages whose elemental fluctuations are obvious. However, they are not all strong. From the attack to the present. They're mostly creating chaos. The rest were a few thieves and a handful of Dark Knights. These guys are the trouble. ”

Luo Lan thought for a moment. Shaking his head, he said, "Their behavior is strange. If it's a well-planned raid. Then they should attack where we are first. And the number should not be too small. Fifty men are no threat to us at all. Instead, it just adds to our merits. If it weren't for the fact that their plans had gone awry. Then there must be something hidden in it. He smiled. He turned his head to Angus Gale and said, "Did you say?"

Gus Gale hung his head. Avoid Luo Lan's gaze. Coughed slightly. "I think the commander of the Council of the Dead has miscalculated our strength. We should be glad that it is. ”

Reece snorted coldly. There was a cold glint in his eyes. Said: "Two adults, please rest early." I'll take care of that. Soon it will be as quiet as before. ”

He saluted. Then he strode out of the tent. Alone walked towards the brightest place.

When you come to a darker stretch of road. He paused slightly. With years of combat experience. He could tell that there were more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark night. Like a ghost wandering in a grave, illusory and cold.

Three daggers stabbed him in the back silently. Throat. Heart. He snorted. Reach out and grab it. The dagger that stabbed him in the throat was firmly grasped by his hand

The thief was shocked. I want to let go. But I feel like I have a layer in my hand, and I can't get rid of it at all.

Reece smiled coldly. He swung his wrist around. The thief was dragged to the ground in an unusually twisted position. And Boris moved his other hand slightly. The short sword at his waist was already out of its sheath. A sword flash tore through the throat of the thief who rushed from the side.

The dagger in the thief's hand weakly pulled a trail mark on Boris's armor. Large expanses of blood erupted from his neck as he fell to the ground. The surrounding ring of dry earth was completely soaked.

"Bang". The dagger stabbed in the back was stabbed in Boris's back without any mistake. His figure shook involuntarily. The thief looked overjoyed. But the next moment. His eyes widened suddenly. A strong, firm hand grabbed his throat. He could feel the calluses on his palms squeezing intimately against the skin of his throat. Rubbing. Then there was a cracking sound around the ear drum. He fell backwards on his back to the sky. Until this time. His dying gaze realized that the dagger in his hand had actually twisted into a strange oval. It was as if someone had been held in their hands and bent over and over again. But he never had a chance to explore why.

Reese patted lightly with both hands. It's like doing something insignificant. His eyes flashed. Suddenly turned around. With a smile, he said, "How long are you going to hide?"

Locke secretly exclaimed bad luck. The attack on the Council of the Dead certainly gave him a chance to escape. But how to hide Maxim is a question.

So it naturally occurred to him that the ground under the ruins only had to hide people. Then you can naturally slowly find a way to get people out. I didn't know that I encountered this scene halfway. He had thought that hiding in this neglected corner should be no problem. I didn't expect the other party's senses to be so keen. Judging by the strength just shown. I am definitely not this opponent of this person. He carried Maxim's head on his back and ran out into the distance without looking back.

Reese's gaze landed on Locke's back like a pinprick. Then he took a deep breath. The short sword in his hand was raised slightly. Then take it off and throw it.

A silver streamer suddenly pulled a crack in the darkness.

Locke felt the faint sound of something breaking through the air behind him. He cursed. Roll on the spot. But this momentary lag has given Boris enough time. There was an explosion of shouting in the air. A sword light slashed down with a golden fighting aura.

The power and destructiveness contained in this had already made it difficult for Locke to breathe before it had even been reached. There is no way but to escape. So he hugged Maxim and rolled over to the side again. At the same time. He seemed to pull a bottle out of his bosom. Then he poured the contents into his mouth.

Bang. The ground was plowed into a neat groove. But I think this power has been perfectly controlled. Boris doesn't stop. Stride again. Raise your sword. Downlash.

Although the blade did not touch Locke. But the glow of the vindictive spirit also tore a long bloody hole in his shoulder. He held back the pain. Raise your hand slightly. Then he slammed his fist into the ground. The ground seemed to have been rushed into a force, and suddenly a yellowish light burst out in all directions.

"Your Excellency. Be careful!"

An anxious shout came from the dense forest in the distance.

Reese was shocked. Even without the sound of this reminder. He could also feel the strange power of the light. And the power is coming up the soles of his feet. kept melting the fighting spirit there. He didn't care about chasing after the other party again. The sword that was originally slashed down a little downward. Take advantage of the momentum and strive to leap forward. Avoided the eerie light.

Meanwhile. He caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a silver mask on the other's face. A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. He reached out and scratched at it.

Locke let out a sudden scream. Carrying Maxim on his shoulders. Run forward twice as fast as before. In an instant, it disappeared into the depths of the woods.

Reece landed. Collect the sword. He frowned, "Why are you here?" but thank you for the reminder just now. ”

The boy panted and ran up to him. He pointed in the direction Locke had fled. "Him." He was Angus Gale's steward. He's a spy!"

Reese moved. There was a glint in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"

The boy was forced to take a step back by his intimidating gaze. Shrinking back, "I'...... I'm sure. ”

There was a moment of silence. Boris gradually smiled strangely. "You know. You've found the right person. ”