When Alan walked into the city gate, the dense undead creatures around him scattered like a tide.

A skeletal-faced lich actually showed a smile that was in his hands.

"Let go of Jana." Alan threw Amensol to the ground and stomped on his back.

Jana, whose eyes were blood-red, showed a hint of clarity in her eyes, and her expression was very entangled and painful.

The lich slowly descended to the ground, stood behind Jana and said: "After letting go of Lord Amensol, I will naturally lift the undead ban on her, don't act rashly, if I die, this Terran woman will forever become an undead creature, a corpse of rotten flesh and dry bones." ”

"Good!" Alan just wanted to kick Amensol over, but who knew that the abnormal change protruded, and Amensol, who was still dying just now, turned over, his eyes shot two black lights, and his two arms waved quickly.

The black light shot directly into Allen's forehead, and when he was caught off guard, Allen's brain roared, and his five senses were lost.

After Amensol's originally soft arm waved, countless corpse insects crawled out of the ground, and hundreds of undead creatures around him also rushed out of the city, and then began to explode into a cloud of blood one after another.

Amensol's left hand stretched out again, and the lich behind Jana looked shocked, and his body involuntarily flew towards Amensol.

Three long fingernails dug into the lich's skull, and a translucent lich ghost was absorbed into his body by Amensol.

Amensol's body soared by three points, the wings on his back suddenly opened, and the injuries on his body were instantly healed, and after grabbing Allen's shoulder, he grabbed a black crystal from his arms and fell to the ground.

A two-meter-high portal appeared out of thin air, and after glancing at the outside of the city with a smirk, he grabbed Eren and flew into the portal.

As the two entered, the portal covered in ghostly runes collapsed.

Brad and Doom took dragon form, and a few mouthfuls of dragon fire burned all the undead creatures on the ground before they had time to explode in blood.

The Codex in the hands of the Grand Pope fell to the ground silently, and said hatefully: "Fool! Idiot! Alan, this ... Damn idiot! ”

Conslet looked guilty, he knew that this was the case, it was better to stop Alan just now.

The Grand Pope slapped Thackeray's long sword around his neck with a palm, and glared at Conslett fiercely,

Albert was not so bold, and carefully pushed away Cologne's long sword around his neck.

Monrosa grabbed Albert and began to take off, flying in the direction of the Holy Mountain with an angry face.

After the Grand Pope Menrosa and Albert left, the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe looked at each other with helpless expressions, as if they didn't want to believe that Alan had been captured by Amensol in this way.

A cry of pain rose sideways at the city gate, and after Brad flew over, he saw that the elemental symbol on Princess Cana's forehead had long since disappeared, and she knelt on the ground in pain and cried bitterly, obviously she had witnessed everything that had just happened.

Conslet flew over and comforted, "Go, follow me back to your mentor, don't worry, I will find a way to rescue Eren with the blind dragon master." ”

"I'm sorry!" Princess Cana was full of self-reproach, repeating that she was sorry for the three, and couldn't cry.

The handsome old man hugged Cana, who was crying bitterly, and gently patted her back.

"I don't blame you, it was Alan who volunteered."

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For unknown purposes, the Holy Mountain still blocked all news about the battle of Beacon Town, and only sent the Temple Paladins of the Southwest Diocese to Beacon Town, and the Northern and Southern Dioceses also sent a large number of men to enter the territory of Sadido and Kennick to hunt down the demon criminals.

The news of the demon sinners hiding on the mainland spread, and the Beamon orcs also sent envoys to the Holy Mountain to negotiate peace, but it is said that the Bloodhoof Chief himself and the Holy Son Orpheus went to the Shabak Imperial City to discuss the terms of peace in detail.

And the elves, the Dwarves of Hammer Castle, the Druids, the giants and other foreign races, which can be said to have almost all races that belong to their own civilizations, have basically sent messengers to the Holy Mountain one after another.

Although it is not declared to be affiliated with the Holy See, at least a strategic alliance has been reached to fight against the demons.

It can also be seen from this point that in the eyes of all races, the Holy See is indeed a well-deserved leading force in the mainland.

The rat carries the gun in the nest, and the trivial things of his own family are not worth mentioning at all compared to being in front of the heterotopic demons.

Of course, there are also those who are illiterate, such as the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect.

Even the human feud against Beamon can be divided into the severity, but the Ice and Snow Goddess Cult in the extreme north of Beamon is still tough, announcing to the outside world that it will not share the sky with the Holy See, and they will fight against the demons when the demons come, but they will definitely not cooperate with the Holy See.

Except for the matter of the demon sinners, all the forces of the human race focused on the Bloodhoof Tribe.

Because for some reason, the Bloodhoof Tribe suddenly stopped all external activities.

Including helping the major legions of the Terrans to train griffin knights and selling burning. Bounce recipes, blend dwarves to build masters, and more.

And the core high-level leaders of many forces have discovered an interesting thing, that is, the Bloodhoof Tribe, which has been acting in a low-key manner on the southern side of the continent, under the leadership of the undead archmage Conslett and the Blind Dragon Sword Saint, has continued to go deep into the hinterland of the southern side of the human race to investigate the news of various cracks in different spaces.

Now, it can almost be said that except for the territory of the Beamon Orcs and the Far North, with the assistance of the Holy See, the Bloodhoof Tribe has explored all the dimensional rifts on the southern side of the continent.

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The Bloodhoof tribe at this time.

Twenty-seven inactive teleportation crystal doors lined up in a row, and thirty heavily armed warriors and beast elves took turns guarding them for twelve hours.

Two priests of the Holy Light, Angela and Mara, are also guarding the portal in the company of Orpheus and Ronningt.

Lonningt said with a sad face, "It's been three days, or I'll take the soldiers to investigate?" ”

"Nope! With your cultivation, the violent elemental power in this unstable portal can shatter you and the warriors at any time, and with the cultivation of me and the tribal steward, it will not be able to help you stabilize the dimensional rift. Orpheus shook his head slightly and said, "Wait a little longer, I believe that Master Conslet and Master Blind Dragon, if they encounter danger, they can also escape with the strength of the two masters." ”

"Holy Son, now that the situation in the outside world has changed, don't you need to go back to the Holy Mountain to help His Majesty the Pope deal with the affairs between the various races?" Lonningt sighed slightly, since Alan was captured by Amensol, the Bloodhoof tribe is now panicked, and it is no longer the laughter and laughter of the past, everyone is sad and worried, and even a group of heartless dwarves have nothing to do to guard a few portals, as if the aggrieved little daughter-in-law is waiting for her husband's house, she is still wiping her tears and feeling sad.

More than half a month had passed since the Battle of Beacon Town, and with the acquiescence of the Holy Mountain and the assistance of Orpheus, Master Conslet and Master Blind Dragon had searched almost every spatial crack in the hinterland of the southern continent.

It's a pity that among these spatial cracks, they are either completely abandoned, or the other side of the plane, most of them are low demon planes adjacent to the St. Cassis Continent, such as the Green Demon Continent, the Netherworld, the River of the Dead, etc., and there are even a few cracks that lead to the wasteland around the Far North and the Shabak Imperial City, but there is no access to the demon plane.

Conslett knew a few magic coordinates leading to the crack in the demon plane, but unfortunately, when he opened the void crack again, he found that the corresponding coordinates had already been changed by the demon lich on the other side, and he was almost swept into the space-time crack several times.

And after Elder Cliff Owen learned that Alan was captured, he ran to the Bloodhoof Tribe in a rage, from Conslet to Orpheus, and then from Brad to Destruction, and finally even the Grand Pope Monrosa was called over and sprayed, but anyone who participated in the battle of Beacon Town was scolded by the ancient sixth-order dragon one by one.

In the end, the old dragon returned to Dragon City in a huff, saying that it was to mobilize the power of the entire Dragon City to find Allen's whereabouts.

Looking at the only portal that had been activated in the past thirty miles, Lonning persuaded him: "Lord Holy Son, you haven't closed your eyes for a few days, or you should go back to the Holy Light Castle first, the envoy of the Beamon orcs is there, or... I'll accompany you to Shabak. ”

Orpheus shook his head.

Seeing Orpheus's bloodshot eyes and haggard face, Lonningt continued to persuade worriedly: "Or, you should go back to the Holy Mountain first, it is said that the Holy Mountain is busy now, and many cardinal archbishops have been sent out to negotiate with various tribes, so you can go back and help His Majesty the Pope." ”

"The aliens?" Orpheus sighed and said, "It's not as good as Big Brother Allen." ”

Lonningt was dumbfounded, he didn't expect Orpheus to be able to say this, but after thinking for a while, he suddenly felt that Orpheus was right, those foreign tribes have long since sunset, although there is no shortage of strong people, but in terms of conventional armed forces and the tactical use of large-scale wars, it is really inferior to the Bloodhoof tribe and the chief Allen.

In addition to being defeated by the Holy See legions, many foreign races have basically not participated in large-scale battles for hundreds of years, and in recent years, that is, the barbarian tribe of the wasteland and the bloodhoof tribe are active in the eyes of the world, especially the bloodhoof tribe, which can be said to be a hundred battles, and even known for its proud zero casualty record on the mainland.

It's a pity that a hundred battles are won, and there have been no casualties all the time, but the myth is either shattered, and once it is shattered, the chief Allen has been arrested, isn't this nonsense.

Lonningt is actually full of worries, because of the current status and role of Allen and the Bloodhoof Tribe, the Great Pope and the Holy Mountain have long since stopped pursuing the identity of their family of three, and the old man Fan Di enjoys the treatment of the elder of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and it can be said that he is a character walking sideways in the camp.

His wife, Mara, is a priest of the Holy Light system, who is deeply loved by the tribal warriors, and recognizes the old chief Zach as her godfather.

His son is gifted and intelligent, although he is still in infancy, but he began to babble when he was less than a year old, and he has the title of the Holy Son of the Southern Diocese on his head, and his future achievements are limitless, and he has recognized two mentors alone, and the Douqi Mentor is a blind dragon master who is famous in the continent, and the magic tutor is Master Conslet, who is a sub-saint level.

Sometimes Lonningt was a little envious of his infant son, if he had such two mentors when he was young, he might not be an extremely strong man now.

In addition to his family's worry-free life, Lonningt himself also lives an unusually leisurely life.

As soon as the candle blew at night, holding his son and his wife Mara began to talk to me and me, as soon as the day dawned, I taught a few barbarian children to teach and teach a few barbarian children to fight the knowledge, eat well and sleep well, and recently gained five or six pounds, I wanted to study and study the second child, but the boss had an accident, and at this time I was still in the mood to have a child.

With Chief Allen captured, the atmosphere in the tribe is very strange, and everyone wants to force a smile rather than let others worry.

The tribal warriors still train every day, but after training, there is no laughter and laughter, and everyone's expression is lonely.

Even the giants who could eat and sleep often gathered together to sit on the ground and sigh, and their appetite was greatly reduced.

The magic tower in the camp also erupted with bursts of elemental light from time to time as usual.

Since he advanced to the Magister, Rooney was originally the most diligent, but now he lies in the stone house every day, either cursing the Grand Pope Menrosa or cursing the demons.

And the laziest old Duff instead shrunk in the magic tower every day, except for meditation is to learn about water magic.

Even the half-grown children who sprawled around the ground every day gathered around the portal, asking themselves when their chief, Brother Allen, would return.

You must know that Alan is usually tired of these bear children, and if anyone is covered in mud and gets around Allen, he will definitely be kicked in the ass.

Lonningt looked at the sky, he really hoped that it wasn't Alan who was captured in the first place, but himself.

If he is captured, even if Mara and the child become orphans and widows, he believes that Alan will take good care of the mother and son, and will protect the mother and son from being bullied by anyone for the rest of their lives.

But if Allen was captured, Lonningt thought to himself that he didn't have the strength and cohesion to make the Bloodhoof tribe dominate the continent as usual, and he only had the share of bullying others, not the part of being bullied.

He thinks that not only himself, but not even Master Conslett or Old Chief Zack, no one can replace Allen's position and role in the eyes of everyone.

The Bloodhoof Tribe can leave anyone, but they can't leave Allen!

"What the fuck is this called?" Ronningt has been in the Bloodhoof Tribe for a long time, and now he is not in a hurry, and the Holy Father is not on it, open your mouth and shut up you fuck and fuck you X!

After scolding, Lonningt regretted slightly, and speaking foul language in front of the Holy Son was equivalent to contempt for the Holy Father, and the crime could be big or small.

Who knew that Orpheus also sighed helplessly: "Who the hell knows!" ”