I found out that I already have the light of the great god, but now no one has received it, and I ask for one here, how to say, there must be a person who is fully booked, and I will receive the light of a great god.

The wind howled, and the wind whined.

The wind was like a knife, constantly blowing on the skeletons outside the Chapel of Light's Wish.

Sensen's white bones are moving aimlessly.

They held bone swords in their hands, and shook their bodies, swaying from side to side under the strong wind, as if they were about to be blown down.

Above the walls, Tirio. Fording was continued with Darien. Mograini chatted.

"Darien, do you know the purpose for His Highness Rex to send me to the Chapel of Light's Wish this time?"

Tirio. Fording and Darian. Mograini talked for a long time, and finally saw that he did not open his mouth to explain, but asked a rhetorical question.

"Fighting off the undead, of course," Darien. Mograini for Tirio. Ferdin's question, without any hesitation at all, answered directly.

"Wrong, Darion yourself is wrong about this, His Royal Highness Rex sent me to the Chapel of the Wish of Light, not to repel the undead, but to guard the Chapel of the Wish of Light, not to let the undead pull out this stronghold, and successfully connect together, which is very difficult to cure,"

"Guarding the Chapel of the Light's Wish means that all the main forces are huddled in the city, and they will not fight back when they encounter the provocation of the enemy outside?"

"As a result, morale is low now, and one by one there is no desire to fight,"

"Moreover, this undead is not a main force at all, but a partial division. Their main task is to come here to provoke. Same as the undead fleet. Hold us back and don't let us do anything,"

"Let's keep our forces in the city and fight them," said Darien. The resentment in Mograini's heart was unconsciously overwhelmed by Tirio. Fording was seduced.

"Yes, Darien, you can see this, it proves that you are not a reckless person,"

"So many days have passed. On the sea off the east coast, the undead fleet has only bombarded some cannonballs so far, and there has been no other action, the purpose of the undead is already obvious, they are holding us back,"

"Thinking of the current situation in the Eastern Plague Lands, the purpose of the undead has been clearly told to us,"

"They don't want us to send troops to sweep away all the undead in the Eastern Plaguelands. So it's a good job for the undead to contain us with a fleet. Knowing that the fleet is only holding us back, and will not really attack, but we have no other way at all, and what this undead is doing is a conspiracy. ”

"To be above board is to keep us the same, as long as we change, they can take advantage of the opportunity to enter,"

"As soon as the army moved, they were no longer contained, but directly launched an attack and began to land on the east coast, so in the end, we knew their purpose, and there was no other way but to be led by them,"

"So we're going to be here forever?" Darien. Mograini was very unwilling, at his age, when he was young and vigorous, he thought that he was omnipotent, invincible, and he was suppressed in the Chapel of the Wish of Light, motionless, this breath made him difficult to swallow, and his eyes turned. Mograine's gaze looked out of the Chapel of Light's Wishes.

Look at the undead who are staggering in the wind.

His lips were open, his white teeth were exposed, and he continued his sermon; "This bunch of garbage, here is presumptuous, our main force does not dare to leave the Chapel of the Wish of Light, do we have to spare the enemies who come to the walls of the Chapel of the Wish of the Light?"

Tirio. Ferding listened to Darien. Mograini's words showed a faint smile on his face.

Tirio. Ferding has also seen that Darien. Mograini was obsessed with the spirits of the dead outside the walls in front of him.

"Let it go, how can this be,"

"Darien, I haven't let you do it, but I'm going to give the undead the impression that we'll be in the Chapel of Light's Wish and we'll never leave,"

"What do you mean by that?" Darien. Mograini's original look of hatred and hatred immediately changed at this time.

One of his faces flushed with excitement.

All this time, Zhang Luo has been huddled in the Chapel of the Wish of Light, and it is Tirio who has remained steady. Ferdin, now in Tirio. In Ferdin's mouth, he heard a completely different style from his usual style.

Rather in tune with his inner thoughts, Darien. Mograini was more excited, because it meant that there was going to be a war, and he was going to personally lead an army to kill the undead.

For the undead, Darien. Mograini hated it immensely.

The outbreak of the undead disaster destroyed his home.

Father, eldest brother, all died because of the undead natural disaster.

This made him hate the undead, especially the mastermind of the undead, Kel'thugad, who was his worst enemy.

"We want to keep the impression of the city still and the undead, so that the undead can take this impression deeply into the hearts of the people,"

"Show the enemy weak, and then, we're going to surprise him," Tirio. Furding bared his fangs, and he directly reached out to the undead under the city wall, and continued; "What's it to kill them?"

"This is just cannon fodder for the undead, they came to the Chapel of the Light's Wish to die, killing them is not painful for the undead at all, so we have to do a big thing,"

"Uncle, did you give the order? I'll listen to you all," Darien. Mograini's excited look was even more peaceful, and the flushed look on his face was even more intense.

"When will I kill that undead fleet, I will fight the vanguard, and be the first to board the enemy ship,"

Darien. Mograini is not spring at all, Tirio. What Fording meant, he heard at once.

To do a big thing, in this environment, what can be considered a big thing, of course, is not talking about the undead under the Chapel of the Light's Wish, but about the undead fleet off the East Coast.

It's a big deal only if you kill them.

Darien's eyes lit up. Mograine, now completely convinced of his uncle.

All the grievances are still unwilling, and this moment is gone without a trace.

He's been transformed into Tirio once and for all. Furding's most loyal little brother, wherever he fights, there will be no slightest complaint in his heart. (To be continued......) R1292