Things were out of Pengat's surprise, he didn't expect this guy in front of him to dare to take the Holy Son as a hostage, he hesitated for a moment, waved his hand to summon a harpy, and after whispering in a low voice, the harpy man nodded and flew away.

Alan whispered to Orpheus: "I'm sorry, I can only do this, you definitely can't run, it's better to save a few more people, you can be regarded as accumulating virtue, maybe you will still be a big nobleman in the next life?" ”

"Like you did before in the Locke Kingdom? Worry-free food and clothing every day, waiting for death? ”

Alan smiled silently, this little guy's psychological quality is really good, can he become a holy son, this little guy's psychological quality is really good, and he is one step away from the ghost gate and is still in the mood to bury himself.

Seeing that Alan didn't speak, Orpheus said in an emotional tone for the first time: "I understand, thank you." ”

Alan sighed silently, for this Holy Son Orpheus, although he has not been in contact for a long time, he knows that this guy is still just a child, maybe not as old as little Zack, and he is not the executioner of the Holy See, it seems that his hands have never even been stained with anyone's blood, maybe he may just be a propaganda puppet used by the Holy See.

In addition to that unhappy and sad expression, Alan can always get a lot of inspiration when the two talk to each other.

And Alpheus's behavior of sacrificing himself to save others just now made Alan very admirable, but unfortunately reality is reality, war is war, and Lady Luck cannot be attached to someone forever.

The harpy man soon returned, looked at Alan with a smile, and deliberately shouted loudly: "Mu Shuai has an order, including the Holy Son, all enemies will be executed regardless of surrender or not, the latest information shows that the Titan bloodline inheritor Bloodhoof Dina does not care about the Holy Light Castle, solve this place as soon as possible, and the army will soon retreat to the Great Wasteland for continuous combat." ”

Pengart looked at the Harpy with some confusion, his face very puzzled.

The Harpy seemed to enjoy the loss of hope of those believers, and once again opened his mouth and shouted: "Barbarian, Mu Shuai asked me to tell you that the Holy Son died in the Holy Light Castle, the body could not speak, and Beamon would not leak, so who knew that the Holy Son was really dead." ”

Alan suddenly realized that Mourinho is indeed treacherous enough, and Beamon just wants to slap the Holy See in the face, it doesn't matter if the Holy Son is alive or not, they are the victors, and when the time comes, everyone in the Holy Light Castle will be slaughtered, and if they tell the outside world in the future, it is not up to them to decide whether the Holy Son is dead or alive.

At that time, Beamon said that the Holy Son was not only alive, but also let the Beast Emperor rape him, and the Holy See had to pinch his nose and admit it.

Eren activated the barbarian war ring again, pushed Orpheus away, and rushed forward with the military thorn in his back.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, Alan knows that there is no chance to delay it with his tongue, although Mourinho is not at the scene, but he has already seen through his little tricks, in this case, he has to try to kill one by one, I only hope that the elemental imprisoning circle will disappear completely as soon as possible.

In the face of this brave barbarian's uprising, several Bell military officers had already been prepared, blocking the tiger prince like a human wall, raising their claws and preparing to shoot Allen to death.

Allen's body is like a ghost, three-edged. The spur shot out, piercing the chest of a bear-man officer and striking right in the waist of Pengat, like a streamer of spurs sinking into the bone.

Penggart gritted his teeth and pulled out the three edges. The thorn roared: "Kill him for me, give him to me, and kill him together." ”

Like a tiger into the flock of sheep, Allen, stepping on the bloody hooves battle ring, pulled out two intact broadswords that had just been picked up from the ground from his back, and used all the moves of opening and closing, this kind of attack method that gave up defense is most suitable for chaotic warfare, but there is a fatal flaw, that is, once the offensive slows down, it will be taken advantage of by the enemy.

However, Allen's dragon strength increased and stepped on the barbarian battle ring, and the two broadswords were waved in his hands impenetrably, like a humanoid cutting machine, and there were bursts of blood around him.

The two broadswords were originally the special standard weapons of the Temple Paladin, and the blades on both sides were extremely sharp, ten fingers wide and one meter five eight long, and they slashed into the bodies of the wolf cavalry and the Pig warriors as if cutting into butter without the slightest hindrance.

Alan smirked and brandished his broadsword, trying to get close to the Tiger Prince Pengat, who saw Allen's fierce mess coming back to him, and his body involuntarily took two steps back, and there was a little fear in his heart.

Pengat's waist has long been bandaged and not bleeding, but the fear in his heart has taken root like a seed, this guy in front of him is not at all the same as the barbarian he is familiar with, the Pigs and wolf cavalry have no ability to fight back in front of him, but they just keep using their lives to block the other party's progress, even several powerful Bell Bear officers were ruthlessly beheaded by the other party, the Bell Bear officers are resistant to beating and thick-skinned, but unfortunately the size is too large and bulky, and they didn't wait for the claws to shoot out, was hacked to death by the other party jumping up with a sword.

As the captain of the Whip of the God of War, Pengat has set foot on the Great Wilderness more than once to find fault.

Because one of the experiences in the early days of becoming a Praetorian Guard is to go to the Great Wilderness to cause trouble, which is also an unwritten rule, who calls Beamon's territory on the north side of the continent belongs to the posture of drawing his sword and looking around, if he doesn't go to the barbarians, he can't go to the North Ice Plain to fight with the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect, after all, the two sides are nominal allies.

Pengart has fought the barbarians of the wasteland more than once, and has even led a group of new recruits who have just joined the Praetorian Guard. The son went deep into the depths of the wasteland, and also attacked a tribe of barbarians of no less than a hundred people.

Pengarte does not deny the strength of the barbarians of the wasteland, they have a natural half-petrified skin, they are not inferior to the brute strength of the main battle race of Bimon, and they are as fanatical as a pilgrimage to fight and fight.

However, they are flesh and blood after all, and Pengat, as the squad leader in the Lion and Tiger Praetorian Guard, is the best among them in terms of martial arts and racial ability use, so he is not afraid of barbarians, as long as he is not surrounded by four or five barbarians, he has absolute confidence and can calmly solve opponents one by one.

For the barbarians pounced on the three-plank axe, hammered twice, and given a kick, without any skill at all, and fought entirely by instinct.

But the fierce and messy barbarian not far away in front of him was not at all the same as the barbarian of the wasteland with his impression of being bare-chested and hammering around, the two broadswords were like butcher knives cursed by the gods, constantly harvesting life, wielding them impermeable, and bringing up a large number of stumps and broken arms between the slashes.

Whether it is a stocky Pige warrior or a swift wolf cavalry, he can't get close to him at all, and this guy's shot is crisp and neat, and he never misses the chopping and slashing, and every time he shoots, it will bring a burst of blood.

Wouldn't this guy be tired? Not only was Penget suspicious, but even the Beamon orcs who were not afraid of death were a little hesitant.

There's no way, this barbarian in front of him is so difficult, a person carrying two broadswords is like chopping melons and vegetables, casually slashing in front twice, and a large corpse will have to lie down.

It's not that the Pig warriors and wolf cavalry don't want to dodge, one is that the other party is too fast, and the other is that there is no place to hide, everyone is crowded together, and there is no need to think about retreating, there are all their companions behind them, and it would be good not to push them forward.

You can't dodge in either direction, because there are people on both sides, and there's nowhere to hide.

You can't hide or retreat, well, everyone can only bite the bullet, but the barbarian in front of him is too strong, like a tireless war puppet, except for chopping is a bigfoot kicking forward, and Nima is driving away wild dogs.

If you are hit by a sword, a broadsword so wide will cut off your hands and feet or be split in half if you rub it a little, and if you are heavy at worst, the corpse will be separated or cut off at the waist.

What's even more infuriating is the strength of this guy, one kick is coming, which can make four or five companions in a line roll together, and a kick is like being hit by a city hammer, basically half a life left, haven't you seen so many Pig warriors have their chests sunken.