At this time, in front of the gate of the Holy Light Castle, Mourinho slowly walked over under the protection of a group of Bell Bear officers.

The blonde-haired Mourinho was surrounded by a group of officers like the stars holding the moon, and his handsome face had a hint of a smile on his face.

Although he was not as strong as those Bell Bears, nor did he wear heroic armor, only a thin black cloak behind him, but he still stood out from the crowd, so that Alan recognized this Beamon number one handsome at a glance.

Alan felt that this guy was not worthy of being the first handsome man in Beamon, he was indeed very handsome, especially with a pair of white wings behind him, with a handsome face, he was like the most handsome god in ancient times, and he didn't know that Mourinho was still a nobleman of the Beamon Swan clan before that.

But Alan hated the look in the other person's eyes, the undisguised contempt, like looking at a funny clown.

Hurent had also looked at him with this look, and Alan had sworn that in the future, he would peel off Huronte's skin and avenge the secret guards who had died in the outpost to protect him.

Mourinho pointed to the collapsed city gate, then at Allen, who was surrounded by a gang of thugs like the big brother of the underground gang, and shook his head slightly, the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile.

Alan responded with a raised middle finger in the air.

Ignoring the obstructions of everyone around him, Mourinho slowly walked towards Allen, not caring about the bloodhoof warriors in the Holy Light Castle, until he reached the collapsed city gate before stopping, and the pupils under his feet suddenly contracted.

Alan shook his head slightly at the Bloodhoof higher-ups beside him, and also walked to the collapsed city gate, less than ten meters away from Mourinho.

Gently stepping on the gate under his feet with his riding boots, Mourinho asked lightly: "Surrender?" ”

"Negotiate!"

"Negotiations?"

"Hmm!" Alan nodded.

The first handsome Beamon uses the lingua franca of the road, the words are round, the voice is hoarse and magnetic, very gentle but not solemn, and the momentum of the superior is fully revealed.

Every movement is elegant and full of aristocratic demeanor.

Alan also uses the lingua franca of the road, but with a bit of a big tongue because of the two fire bubbles in his mouth.

Every action is extremely rude, dangling the stick along the way, shaking the head and shaking the head at first glance, it is not a good bird, and the tendons and flesh are either tattoos or scars, and at first glance, it is a perennial business of licking blood with a knife.

Mourinho bowed slightly, then turned away without saying a word, and as he reached his camp, he said aloud to a harpy herald: "When the night sky falls, I will see the statue of the Holy Father collapse." ”

The leaders of the two camps, so lightly, ended the first meeting, short and divided.

The eagle man nodded and soared into the air, shouting in a sharp voice: "Mu Shuai has an order, prepare to attack!" ”

"Mu Shuai has an order, prepare to attack!"

As the Pig warriors who are always on the front line of the charge, they formed a phalanx and slowly walked towards the Holy Light Castle.

"Mu Shuai has an order, prepare to attack!"

The wolf cavalry crossed cover on the flanks of the Pig's phalanx.

Alan looked at Mourinho's figure that was moving away, and helplessly spread his hands and said to himself: "That's nothing!" ”

Spat on the ground, Alan staggered back to the Holy Light Castle like a big crab, because he felt that he was being underestimated.

Allen never thought that negotiations were needed to solve the problem, and negotiations were almost the same as the chips on both sides, or the other side lost the car to protect the commander.

The first two times he wanted to negotiate was nothing more than delaying time and waiting for reinforcements, and at that time, Alan didn't know if the warriors of Bloodhoof could come to support, and it was more likely that the Holy See would come to support first.

And this time Alan wanted to negotiate, not because he was afraid of the other party, but because he wanted to find out more information about Dina's mother, Helen Lena.

Beamon's side made such a big noise, just for two purposes, to kidnap Dina to blackmail her mother, and by the way, to slap the Holy See in the face.

And Allen has only one purpose, only one, that is, to keep Dina, so it is impossible for him to lose the car and protect the handsome.

Not to mention Mourinho and the tens of thousands of Beamon troops, even if the Great Pope pulls the four major legions of the Holy See, it is not easy to do it, this is Allen's bottom line.

Since there is to negotiate, it is certainly not possible to reach a consensus once or twice, so it is necessary to show the bargaining chips of both sides, and everyone will continue to walk on the negotiating table.

Mourinho thinks he has a lot of leverage, and it is, with dozens of warriors who can stand up to the sacrifice of magicians, thousands of warriors and thousands of wolf cavalry.

Without these chips, it would be impossible for this first marshal of Beamon to scourge the southern diocese of the Holy Light Castle like this.

So Mourinho ignored Allen, turned away, and gave the order to attack.

Allen felt that the chips in his hand were not much worse than Mourinho's, the only problem was that Mourinho did not know about it.

He feels that Mourinho should be made aware of this problem and realize that his chips are not much less than that of Bimon, and that it is his responsibility and obligation.

So he also gave an order, an order that was very unpowerful and incredible in the eyes of Orpheus and Hathaway, and that was to ------ prepare for the attack.

In the eyes of Hathaway and Orpheus, this move is no different from an idiot's anger.

Hathaway's eyes were full of worry, she more or less knew about military operations, even if she didn't understand it, the difference in strength was so big, fools knew that after starting the war, it would be out of control, and the final outcome would be a certainty.

Although there were eight magicians and more than a dozen Douqi warriors standing behind her, in this kind of large-scale battle, it would not play a decisive role, and it would even be completely wiped out because of the lack of distance advantage and protective power, not to mention that the other party still had so many sacrificial suppression formations.

You must know that the sacrifice is not only the aura of war song, but also the magic pet, each sacrificial demon pet will release at least one instantaneous magic, and the high-level magic pet is not much inferior to a high-level magician.

But there was a slight disappointment in Orpheus's eyes, barbarians, proud savages, brave and warlike barbarians, barbarians who would never retreat, heh.

Orpheus originally wanted to go directly to the portal and return to the Holy Mountain, but his curiosity was troubled, and he wanted to know what kind of hole cards Eren had, and he dared to argue with such a large number of Beamon warriors.

turned out to be very disappointed, the other party actually wanted to attack directly? No strategic purpose, no battlefield command, and no strategic deployment?

But it's the Bloodhoof warriors who will attack, and they'll always just follow one person's orders, and they don't care what others think or think.

Not to mention that the other party is tens of thousands of Beamon warriors, even 10,000 dragons, for the glory of the chieftain and the bloodhoof tribe, they will still raise their weapons and charge.

Hathaway gestured to the eight mages behind her, and several old men quickly stood fifty yards behind the Bloodhoof and began chanting incantations, ready for spell support at any time.

One of the high-level fire magicians smirked and said to his companion: "Old man, I haven't killed a Beamon orc yet, and today I will contribute a magic scroll to my aunt's face." ”

After speaking, he took out a simple magic scroll filled with fire elements from his bosom.

One of the water magicians laughed and said, "Oh, old Nava, you're really willing, this is a flaming roaring scroll, and you will burn at least a hundred Beamon orcs in one fell swoop." ”

Old Nava has a triumphant face, ready to summon the spells sealed in the scroll at any time.

This is also the most powerful spell he can summon in the shortest time as a fire mage.

However, none of the Bloodhoof warriors paid any attention to the old guys, and one hundred and twenty Bloodhoof warriors walked out of the gates of the Holy Light Castle with neat but slow steps.

The boots stepped on the collapsed steel gates, and the sound of old Zach beating the war drums with his bare arms was like muffled thunder.

With less than fifty meters away from hundreds of Pig warriors, the sound of old Zack's beating war drums became even more intense.

The Bloodhoof warriors knew that this was a prelude to preparing for a charge, and before they could charge, they would have to form a defensive formation to buy time for De Niro's dwarves.

Mourinho, who was standing in the position of the Chinese army, frowned slightly.

A bear-man officer laughed and said, "The barbarians really don't have brains, the steel city gate is torn down, and the warriors are used to form a human wall defense?" ”

Mourinho didn't make a sound, he had just found a footprint on the collapsed steel gate, so he stepped on the steel gate to see the thickness.

However, this does not mean that it is nothing, and the bravery of an individual will never determine the final trend of a large-scale war.

Although the barbarian man is not like words, such a thick city gate can be kicked down.

In the Holy Light Castle, the short De Niro was like a battlefield general, his hands clenched into fists and raised high.

And behind him were a full hundred Hammer Castle dwarves, two rows, one row of fifty.

The first row of dwarves fell to one knee, each holding a black cylinder in their arms.

The dwarves in the second row hold a black stick in their arms.

De Niro's raised right fist swung down hard.

"Bang bang" Countless sound explosions rang out behind him.

Fifty dwarves fell on one knee and held fifty black cylinders, from which fifty incendiary rods with bottles of alcohol were strapped to them.

The incendiary rod flew over the heads of the Bloodhoof warriors, swift and deadly like a fiery meteor.

The flaming rod smashed into the phalanx of Pyg warriors.

Many of the Pig Warriors had confused expressions, as they didn't know what these beautiful transparent vials were doing in the air.

The answer is soon revealed, these small transparent bottles are a gift from death, beautiful but deadly.

The sky-high flames, accompanied by the occasional blasting sounds, intertwined with the wails of the Pyg warriors to form a symphony that sent chills through the hearts of Hathaway and Orpheus.