Sokas, who was riding on the Iron Rider, felt a faint pain in his ribs.

This kind of pain does not affect ordinary life and fighting, but the humiliation it brings to the heart is more torturous than the physical pain.

Looking at the beast forest not far away, Sokas remembered the beginning. The chief of the Bloodhoof Tribe, the man who was known as the strongest man in the wasteland at the time.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he said loudly to the herald next to him: "Rest in place and recuperate!" ”

The herald nodded, and turned to leave.

"Bloody Hoof Zack, the revenge of broken bones, will be returned a hundred times today." Sokas touched his side with his hand slightly, and he touched the side of the rib with a faint pain.

The thousand warriors of the Iron Horse Beast Legion behind him, after hearing the herald's order, lifted their armor in unison, put the cavalry spear beside him, and sat down on the spot.

During this time, the thousand legionnaires did not make a single superfluous sound, and after the soldiers sat down on the spot, the entire army was silent.

A warrior in white armor walked up to Sokas, nodded with a big face of Chinese characters, and gently slapped his palms twice in admiration: "It's not a loss for the Holy See's heretic crusading army." ”

Sokas nodded proudly, and asked lightly: "Count Geert, how do you think of the warriors under my command compared to the elite warriors of the barbarians?" ”

The man known as Count Geert shook his head and said, "In a small local battle, a hundred Iron Horse Legion warriors were defeated by fifty barbarian warriors. ”

Seeing that Sokas's face was a little unnatural, Geert continued: "Large-scale legion wars, thousands of legionnaires, on the wasteland, invincible. ”

Although he knew that what the other party said was a bit exaggerated, Sokas nodded very helpfully, and continued to ask: "Lord Landu of the Western Diocese, are you sure that the tribute offered to the Holy See was robbed by the Bloodhoof Tribe?" ”

Geert snorted, and said with added vinegar: "The barbarians of the Bloodhoof tribe not only robbed those tributes, but also killed two enshrined magicians under the command of Lord Lando. ”

Sokas chuckled, slowly turned his head and looked coldly at Geert without saying a word.

Geert shrugged his shoulders unnaturally, and Sokas said in an unkind tone, "Really? Have the barbarians of the wasteland also learned to intrigue and trick? ”

Thinking of Zack the Bloodhoof, known as the first warrior of the wasteland, Sox did not believe that the incomparably brave barbarian warrior would defraud the Western Diocese.

However, no matter whether there is no misunderstanding during the period, the Holy See will not allow any force to infringe on its supreme authority, even if it is just a grain of sand, as long as it belongs to the Holy See, no one can take possession of it, and this time, even if the Western Diocese borrows a knife to kill people, the Iron Horse Legion does not mind being this butcher's knife that cuts at the Bloodhoof Tribe.

Regardless of whether the cardinals of the major dioceses are at odds with the Pope of the Holy Mountain, the Holy See is indeed one with the outside world, and the major pagan crusade legions are always preparing to crusade against the pagans who defy the Holy See.

As the former leader of the Earth Walking Dragon, Sokas looked at the fierce beast forest, and couldn't help but think of his seriously injured and killed Wulong Demon Beast Earth Dragon, if it weren't for the Bloodhoof Tribe, he would not have become the commander of the second-line corps, the major pagan crusade legions, the Holy Knights have the smallest number of combat power, the Earth Walking Dragon Legion has a large number of complex troops, the Templar Knights are responsible for defending the holy mountain, and the Iron Horse Beast Legion is the tail of the crane raised by the stepmother, with the worst equipment and the least magical power under his command, Regular combat is a crusade against a small number of infidels.

"Bloodhoof Zack, I wonder what else you can do against my crotch Iron Rider after your advanced wasteland bear falls" Sokas looked solemnly at the Bloodhoof camp on the outskirts of the Beast Forest.

The Iron Rider Beast in heavy magical armor has a height of more than three meters, and it is extremely fast to run, and it can be regarded as the overlord of high-level magical beasts, the only drawback is that it cannot release offensive magic.

Geert pointed to the Bloodhoof camp and said disdainfully, "The barbarians of the wasteland have also learned to hide their heads and tails, why haven't they seen a single figure yet?" ”

Sokas shook his head.

He didn't agree with Geert's statement, although the Bloodhoof tribe is not what it used to be, but Bloodhoof Zack and his warriors are all warriors who are not afraid of death, how can this kind of barbarian warrior who faces a strong enemy of life and death hide and hide.

Seeing that Sokas didn't seem to have the intention of attacking immediately, Geert opened his mouth and suggested, "Lord Sokas, this time my western diocese has also sent two court mages to assist your legion, or let them force out the barbarians of the Bloodhoof Tribe?" ”

Sokas hesitated for a moment, then nodded helplessly and said, "Since this is the case, then listen to it." ”

The intrigues of the upper echelons were not interested in Sokas, he only knew that if he suffered a big loss at the hands of the Bloodhoof Tribe this time, it was estimated that he would not mention the Legion Commander, and he might be transformed into a Templar after returning to the Holy Mountain.

Thinking of the torture he had endured before becoming a Templar, Sokas shuddered subconsciously.

Geert nodded to his retinue, who hurried back to the formation, and after a while, two old men in magical robes walked over.

The two magicians are both old men over half a hundred years old, and the magic robes on their bodies are painted with large six-pointed stars, proving that they are both orthodox magicians certified by the Magic Association of the San Cassis Continent.

One of them had gray spots on his face, sparse hair on the top of his head, a withered face that was extremely ugly, a wide magic robe fluttering in the wind on his body, a thin figure, and a fiery red magic robe proved that he majored in fire, and the three red six-pointed stars on his chest represented that he was a high-level fire magician.

Another magician's kind eyebrows, with a white beard as long as a dwarf, smiling all the way, wearing a green magic robe, a strangely shaped magic wand and a swordsman's saber are so casually pinned to his waist, amazingly, unlike other magicians who are thin and thin, this magician is physically strong, revealing the muscles of the magic robe bulging high, and his body is also very tall, after smiling over, he nodded to Sokas and then squatted in front of the iron knight, constantly looking at this high rank.

Geert opened his mouth and introduced: "These two masters are the enshrined mages of my western diocese, on the left is Master Cerke, a high-level magician of the fire system, and the other is a wood-type magician, Master Rooney, who is also the president of the western branch of the Continental Magic Association."

Sokas was originally a little dissatisfied with Rooney's perverse performance, but after hearing the introduction, he hurriedly made a knightly salute and said respectfully: "The two masters have worked hard all the way, and the legion soldiers under my command are good at fighting on the plains, and I hope that the two masters will force the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe out to fight us head-on." ”

Even if Sokas is the head of the Holy See, he can't help but treat the two enshrined mages who are full of magical elements, after all, the Holy See has been waging wars on the continent of San Cassi all year round, and sometimes some magicians will be seconded from major dioceses to participate in the war when there are not enough people.

Especially the wooden magician Rooney, although his personality is perverse and seems to have no self-cultivation at all, but with his three words magician, he can be proud of the legion leaders of the Holy See, in addition to the Holy See crusade legion, there are a few hundred major legion captains in the whole continent, but there are only thirty or forty magicians, and no one can say when people will be able to advance to the top of the pyramid.

Sokas is very self-aware, not to mention the unlimited potential for mages to grow, a single mage can definitely control a medium-sized battle, and he doesn't want to fight the other party.

Cherke returned the salute with one hand and said arrogantly: "There are only hundreds of barbarians, and the captain of the army will not work, just leave it to us." ”

Rooney, who was squatting on the ground, looked up and asked curiously, "How do you want to force the barbarians out?" ”

Cerke touched the wand in his hand and said confidently: "Fire magic, set fire to the forest." ”

"Idiot!" Rooney didn't give the other party a face, and after scolding, he lowered his head and went to study the Iron Rider.

"What did you say?" Circe's already sparse hair actually stood up, and he snorted angrily: "Rooney, others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you." ”

Geert sighed, the two masters had quarreled many times along the way, and everyone in the western diocese knew that Master Rooney always treated everyone with a grinning face, but only Cherke, who seemed to be very dissatisfied.

It stands to reason that neither of them knew anyone before they became court priests, and they didn't know why Rooney didn't like Cherke, and later the bishop also asked Master Rooney.

Master Rooney is not the first alternative magician in the Western Diocese, and the answer given is very simple, that is, he dislikes Cherke too ugly, so he often looks for trouble when people are not pleasing to the eye.

Seeing that the two of them were arguing again, Geert hurriedly went up and grabbed Cherke, and kept saying kind words to persuade him.

Cerke, who was finally appeased, snorted fiercely and glanced sideways at Rooney, who was squatting on the ground.

"What are you pulling him for, why don't you let him come?" Rooney lowered his head and teased the Iron Rider, and said dissatisfiedly: "You let him come, you see if I can remove one of his legs." ”

Sokas and Geert glanced at each other, and the latter smiled awkwardly.

Sokas also shook his head and smiled bitterly, this Master Rooney is really peculiar, not like a magician at all, but more like a rogue Ishii, after a wry smile, he found that the iron knight beast, who was originally very short-tempered, was actually very docile in front of Rooney, constantly snoring, and seemed to enjoy it.

Circ glared at Rooney and began to chant the incantation, only to be interrupted by Rooney in the middle of the chant.

"What are you still reading, don't you see that we are surrounded by others, we are really an idiot, and we are so ugly!"

Only then did Sokas realize that countless barbarian warriors were coming silently from three directions, and it seemed that they were not a tribe.

Barbarian warriors in three directions, with a barbarian warrior in each camp carrying a battle flag.

A red blood serpent hovering over a tree, a male lion roaring in the sky, a fanged panther roaring under the moon.

Three totems painted on three battle flags, three tribes, three barbarian warriors, walked towards Sokas from three directions.

At this time, the Bloodhoof Tribe, which had not moved, also walked out of the camp.

Old Zack stood at the door of the camp, his fists clenched, and looked at Sokas at the front of the Iron Rider Legion.