This group of war-scourge thugs, who are bent on breaking into the temple and dividing up the treasure, happen to encounter Beowulf, Natasha and Shabalin head-on. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe two sides were originally hostile camps, and a conflict broke out immediately when they met on a narrow road, Beowulf charged into the enemy group, and the fifteen-foot legendary sword swept across like a wild dragon, sweeping at will, and the corpses of the war scourge thugs were separated and lay on the ground, like pieces of harvested wheat, and they had no power to fight back.

Natasha and Sabalin cast spells to bombard the crowd, while the two tall golems were responsible for cleaning up the group of fish that had slipped through the net, and the bloody flesh flew with a single punch, killing those who were hit instantly.

After just a few minutes, the two battlefields in front and behind the temple were quiet, and the few surviving believers of the war were already frightened, how dare they covet the treasures in the temple, and they all fled in despair.

Beowulf, Natasha, and Shabalin ascended the stairs to the temple, and the people in the hall had finished fighting.

Roland interrogated a war-plagued priest, turned to Beowulf and smiled, "Your Excellency has come just in time, come with me." ”

Beowulf and his wife glanced at each other, followed him with curiosity, through a secret door with the banner of war, down the spiral staircase into a hundred feet underground, and down the dimly lit corridor to a large door.

"Ronnie, how's it going?" Roland asked the female ninja who was tinkering with the lock-picking tools in front of the door.

Veronica looked back and smiled, "That's it!" With a push of his hand, the iron door slowly opened, and a hazy light flowed through the crack in the door.

Roland led the crowd into the underground warehouse, looked around at the neat shelves, the mountains of wooden boxes, and couldn't help but whistle.

"Grande has more materials stored in this warehouse than I expected, it will take some time to count, let's come together, Nikita and Shabalin are in charge of the records."

Everyone excitedly counted the supplies, and it took an hour to sort out the rough accounts.

Mountains of grains, rock salt, ham, cheese and spirits; The total estimated value of gold and silver utensils, coinage and various colored gemstones is nearly 400,000 gold coins; There were thousands of sets of refined weapons, bows, arrows, shields, and armor forged from steel, worth more than grain, gold, silver, and gems combined.

Roland looked at the accounts recorded by Sabahin and Nikita, handed them to Natasha casually, and asked her with a smile: "Tell me, what do you think?" ”

Madame Lion rolled her eyes and said angrily, "What is there to say?" You kid don't want to take all these supplies, why don't you give us some points? Kitland is in dire need of food and money to rebuild after the disaster, and I'm so poor that the whole city is counting on these things to save their lives! ”

Roland couldn't help laughing, "Sister, look at your urgency, if I really want to swallow it alone, I won't take you down." After thinking for a moment, he continued: "In this case, you can take the food and liquor to the people in the city who have suffered from the scourge of war and are homeless, and all the valuables such as gold, silver, and jewels will be converted into cash, and I will keep half of them, and the other half will be lent to you as a donation for the relief of the refugees, and for the sake of our friendship, what about the interest on the loan...... I won't take it, as for weapons and armor, Kitland City is not short of it, you can keep it for me first, and it will not be too late to transfer these weapons to my father when the Kolath Legion leaves for the Northlands to join forces. ”

Natasha rolled her eyes, and wanted to bargain with him, but Beowulf said cheerfully: "That's it, I'll send a message to the city guard right away, and mobilize a force to come and carry the supplies." ”

Roland's heart moved, and he asked Beowulf: "The army of the 'Dragon's Eye' has withdrawn?" ”

Beowulf smiled and nodded, "This time it was the direct guards of the four half-dragon generals who cooperated with the war scourge to attack the fortress, and those guys were cunning one by one, and they didn't plan to do their best to help Grande attract firepower, so they retreated after a little temptation, and learned that Grande and his followers were defeated, and immediately withdrew to the Dragon Castle." ”

"The Dragonvein Clan didn't participate in the battle?"

"According to the news from the front, I can be sure that the Dragon Vein Legion did not participate in the battle, and Andrea herself did not appear on the battlefield, it seems that she still has feelings for Kitland City deep down." Beowulf sighed.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that, the matter here is at the disposal of the lord, and I still have some personal affairs to deal with when I return to the city, and there will be a period later."

Roland said goodbye to Beowulf and Natasha, returned to his companions, pulled out a teleportation scroll, and cast a spell with Nikita to bring the team back to Kitland.

In the streets of Kitland, two beams of teleportation light rose at the same time, illuminating the dawn sky.

Roland and his entourage walked out of the teleportation array one after another, looking around the city filled with gunsmoke, and they all felt heavy. After just two days of unrest, the beautiful highland city has been scarred beyond repair, and the city guard soldiers are clearing the streets, using trailers to pull truckloads of corpses out of the city and burn them, and blood stains can be seen everywhere.

Most of the houses on both sides of the street still bear traces of war, and most of the residents are still sheltering, making the once bustling street look extremely bleak.

Fortunately, the "Grand Samovar" has survived the war, and Pietro the Fat has reopened. Roland and his companions had a quick bite to eat on the first floor, and then returned to the backyard villa to wash and rest.

Roland didn't close his eyes for two days and two nights, before running around and fighting bloody battles, he didn't have time to rest and didn't feel tired, but now he was lying on the bed to relax his nerves, and his tiredness immediately hit like a tide, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

After sleeping until midnight, Roland got up and wrote a letter to his father, briefly describing the changes in Kitland City over the past few days, as well as the changes in the situation in the Northlands, and suggesting that he lead the Kolas army north as soon as possible, so as to show charcoal in the snow and win the favor of the Kitlanders.

After writing the letter, Roland cast a spell to send it out, and was about to go out for a walk, when Lyudmila walked in with a plate.

"How's the rest?" The Ranger put down her plate and thoughtfully handed him a cup of hot tea.

"It's not bad, especially considering that most of the people in the city are still scared in shelters, and we can sleep in soft beds until we wake up naturally, and enjoy hot tea and hot meals is a luxury." Roland took his girlfriend's hand and sat down, and enjoyed a small but warm lunch together.

Lyudmila took a sip of black tea and said softly, "I want to go to the underground cemetery again in the afternoon." ”

Roland sensed the sentimentality in her eyes, took her hand and said softly, "I'll go with you." ”

Lyudmila went to the underground cemetery, of course, to see her father's soul again, Roland accompanied her there, in addition to worrying about the safety of the road, there was also a consideration - the "Nether Gem" that was previously taken from the hands of King Thorge belonged to a part of the "Ring of Titans", and only Igor could set the gem on the "Ring of Titans" to make it recreate the legendary power. (To be continued.) )