Facing Lonningt's anxious appearance, Alan licked his lips and smiled, I like you most to look at me, but I don't have a rut again.

This inexplicable smile made Ronningt's heart tremble.

I don't know why, after Ronningt saw Allen's smile, his little heart fluttered and pounded, I don't know what kind of nerves this guy is going to have, he suddenly misses those dead ghost companions, because those temple paladins who have returned to the arms of the Holy Father are organized and disciplined, and they will never make a move that makes his heart tremble, he will only rush with a broadsword, Holy Father, open your eyes, how can you let the life of the Holy Son be entrusted to such a psychopath?

Soon Lonningt's fears came to pass, and Eren whipped his shield away.

Lonningte's eyes jumped, he knew that the outside world called their temple paladins religious madness, but compared to Alan, he felt that he could stop the medicine and be discharged from the hospital.

Like a nimble cheetah, after Allen's body burst out, he also deliberately put on a posture like Superman flying, his body was close to the ground, and his right arm was bent to protect his head.

The corridor of tens of meters seemed to be only a short moment, and Alan crashed into the phalanx of the wolf cavalry without a head.

Lonningt thought that Allen's speed was very fast, but he didn't expect him to be so fast, even faster than the speed of arrows, where Alan was standing just now, because of the sharp kicking of his legs, the green bricks on the ground actually collapsed by nearly ten centimeters, and there were large cracks on the ground around him.

Ronningt really couldn't think of how strong the next plate would have to be to collapse the ground, and he sadly found that Alan was still flying forward, not jumping.

Allen, who pierced into the fanged wolf cavalry like a humanoid cannonball, didn't give the wolf cavalry who hadn't reacted at all a chance, grabbed two steel scimitars with both hands and began to chop and slash.

He was too fond of enemies without armor, and with the blessing of dragon power and ancient magic elements, the enemy's movements were as slow as ridiculous puppets.

So Alan smiled and began to harvest life, and began to make up his image in his mind that he was very brave, his movements were chic and capable, and he was as heroic as a dragon slayer warrior to kill the enemy.

Because a large group of long-legged beast elves were around, Alan thought that his smile was very evil and wild, and his movements were also very chic.

In fact, he has a hideous face, and bursts of blood rain and stumps and broken arms erupt around him from time to time, which is no different from a perverted murderer.

From Eren throwing out his shield to putting down seven or eight wolf cavalry like chopping melons and vegetables, there was only a few breaths at most, not only Lonningt didn't expect it, but even the beast elves were stunned.

And the old priest, who was surrounded by a heavy siege, shouted in a panic, "Kill him, the beast elves kill him." ”

The beast elves were a little distracted, holding their longbows but unable to aim at Allen, because this guy was so treacherous that he pressed his body very low, not to mention, and specially went to the place where the wolf cavalry gathered.

The figure is either moving at high speed, or running to the place where the wolf cavalry is gathered to start a chaotic battle.

The beast elves couldn't aim at all, and if they fired a small salvo like just now, the dense rain of arrows would inevitably hurt the wolf cavalry.

In addition, the opponent is also wearing full body armor, hiding under the shield is considered a fixed target, and if the body moves at high speed, it is difficult for the beast elf archers to shoot arrows into the same position for effective killing.

And most importantly, they still have some scruples.

They can shoot life-harvesting arrows mercilessly against their enemies, but the fanged wolf cavalry is not an enemy, and can even be said to be their companions.

These fanged elite wolf cavalry have served as their bodyguards in battle dozens of times, ensuring that they are not harmed by close quarters.

Although the beast elves are far stronger than ordinary people, after all, they have not received systematic training in close combat, and they are also women with congenital disadvantages, so they are only responsible for medium and long-range suppression and sniping, and they have never encountered short-range combat.

This is also the main reason why the fanged elite wolf cavalry was sent to protect them.

This time, the long corridor on the city wall was suppressed, and it was already the shortest distance between them and the enemy in a straight line in their combat career.

The beast elf archers and the fanged wolf cavalry had never met or communicated under the battlefield, but the beast elves knew that these taciturn fanged wolf cavalry, who were also inferior nobles, were companions who could be entrusted with their lives, and they could not hesitate to pay their blood and even their lives to protect themselves.

And how could the beast elves who retained the blood of the elves hurt the fanged wolf cavalry indiscriminately in cold blood?

So they clasped the bowstring tightly, but they couldn't release the arrows, looked at Allen's figure, and gritted their teeth.

The Harpy Herald, who had temporarily become the commander of the scene, finally came back to his senses after shouting nonsense, and shouted at the beast elf archers: "Shoot those humans under the idol, shoot them all, except for the Holy Son, all of them。。。。。 ”

The Harpy was only halfway through his sentence when a glittering scimitar slashed at his head, causing him to stop his mouth in time.

However, the beast elf understood his intentions, and once again aimed his bow and arrow at the Son and the faithful in the corridor, under the statues of the Holy Father.

Allen, who threw out the scimitar, picked up the shield on the ground, lowered his posture, and hid behind the shield and rushed towards the row of beast elves.

It doesn't matter if the Holy Son dies or not, those believers will hang up if they hang up, don't shoot Lao Tzu's portal badly.

Seeing that the enemy was rushing over, and finally stopped fighting with the fanged wolf cavalry, the beast elves who had been holding back the evil fire in their stomachs finally let go of their hands and feet and set up their bows and strings, but the target changed from the Holy Son and the believers under the statue of the Holy Father to Allen.

Otherwise, women are sometimes unreasonable, especially these female warriors.

If they design in the direction of the Holy Son, Alan might also throw a rat trap, and if he puts down a few beast elves, he will run back to the anti-portal.

It's a pity that they have let the anger get carried away, and instead of the volley that they just had a tacit understanding, they gritted their silver teeth and threw a random blow at Allen.

Allen, with his shield on his head, gave them only one chance to take revenge, knocking the tall girls on their backs like a humanoid tank.

Allen, who knocked the beast elves into a mess, was stopped by the lion prince Pengat.

Pengat, who was standing beside two Orephine elephant warriors, looked at Alan with a wary face but some hesitation.

Alan didn't have time to ignore him, so he rushed straight forward and kicked over the lion prince Pengat, who was in the way.

Seeing that Pengat's figure was very exaggerated, he rolled in a circle, and then stood up and fell off the city wall as if he was a little unsteady on his feet.

Alan was a little stunned, the battle effect completely exceeded his expectations, although these tiger princes are not ordinary warriors, but they will not pose much of a threat to him, but the dignified face-to-face battle, it should not be difficult to resist Allen's one move and two styles.

But time didn't allow Alan to think about those useless things, and after flashing sideways to an Orephine elephant warrior, he stopped in front of the old priest like a civet, and then, a bright scimitar rested on the old priest's neck.

The Holy Son Orpheus, who had been watching the battle under the statue of the Holy Father, clapped his palms gently, his face full of admiration that could not be concealed.

And Lonningt next to him, looking at Allen's back, was as difficult to calm down as a stormy sea in his heart.

From the ten deaths just now, to mastering the rhythm of counter-charge, until now he has coerced the high priest of the other party.

Even Lonningt, who was on the opposite side, was completely impressed by Allen's tactical literacy.