Teleporter, with the elemental blockade of the Beamon Sacrifice.

Alan reluctantly thought that this golden combination is simply a strategic-level weapon, first cutting off your signal, and then running to your door to kill people and set fires, so that you can't even call for help.

When the family is done, you can pack up your things and continue to the next house, even if you can't beat it, you can retreat again if you delay the time, and you can't come back in two days.

Alan looked at the huge stone tablet and more than a dozen battle flags that exuded sacrificial power with some red eyes, if the Bloodhoof tribe had this thing, he could sneak into the holy mountain unknowingly, and then release a large group of giants, and then make a big roll after the fire was burned, it is estimated that when the enemy reacts, he will be singing and dancing in the Bloodhoof camp to celebrate the harvest.

What the fuck is this called, Lao Tzu came out to find Little Zack and the handsome old man, and actually encountered tens of thousands of orcs attacking the southern diocese.

Old Lacey walked over with a worried face and said, "The Holy Light Castle is running out of support, so while there is still time, inform the Outpost County and the Duchy of Lotter." ”

Alan nodded, compared to the large-scale invasion of the Beamon orcs, the Bloodhoof Camp and the Holy See are really nothing, after all, this is related to all the races on the south side of the St. Cassis continent, and he was also born in the Locke Kingdom, once the major countries fall into passivity, the cheap dad will definitely take command of the expedition.

Rooney didn't care much about these things, whether it was the Orcs, the Holy See or the Terrans, in his eyes, they were nothing different, they were not good things.

Rooney, who had turned back into a human form, pointed in the direction of the Beamon orcs and said, "Master Conslett and little Zach, are we still looking for them?" ”

Alan sighed, it seems that he still thinks things too simply, at first he just thought that the handsome old man was ambushed at most, as long as the Holy Rank Mage of the Holy Mountain does not come out, the chance of the two of them surviving is still very high.

But seeing the Beamon army like a tide, not to mention that Constantt is just a sub-saint, even if it is a holy rank, the crowds of the Beamon army can pile him to death, not to mention that Beamon is prepared to blockade the huge Holy Light Castle, let alone imprison the magic of a sub-saint.

Although the Beamon orcs are terrifying, this incredible mode of combat is even more terrifying, if they can't warn the Locke Kingdom in time, Alan estimates that the first person to suffer is the cheap daddy Grand Duke Claire.

Also with Allen are Lacey Sr. and Thackeray.

Although the former was born in the royal family of the Duchy of Lottel, he has been living in the Kingdom of Locke since he was incognito, and has a close friendship with Grand Duke Claire.

Alan could guess where things were going, and the old Lacey, who was almost perfect, couldn't figure it out.

After a moment of silence, Old Lacey hesitated a little and said, "Little Zach and Master Conslet, it seems... ”

The old butler didn't say anything, but everyone around him understood what he meant, and their faces were very sad.

"Old Duf has gone and informed the outpost county border army, and let them be responsible for informing the other countries and the Holy Mountain." After thinking about it, Alan said to Thackeray: "You go back to the camp and inform the tribesmen to be ready to fight at all times, although these guys may not return to the Great Wasteland, but let the old chief not relax, let Halton inform the Great Chief tribe, and also, once the orcs invade in a big way, don't fight, and quickly retreat into the beast forest." ”

Thackeray nodded, and asked with some confusion, "What about you?" Aren't you going back? ”

Alan shook his head and looked at Rooney and said, "You and old Lacey are waiting for me here, and in case of an accident, you can answer me at any time, and Big Babylon will follow me." ”

Except for Babylon the Great, who was happy, everyone looked puzzled.

Alan shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I promised the old chief that he would definitely bring little Zach back." ”

Big Babylon couldn't laugh anymore, and then he remembered that the young master of Bloodhoof was still missing, and he, like Allen, didn't care whether the handsome old man was dead or alive at all, because as soon as he arrived at the handsome old man, he felt that the surroundings were gloomy, which made Big Babylon, who thought he was a sunny boy, very disgusted.

Alan patted Big Babylon on the shoulder and said, "I believe that even if the Beamon Orcs catch Conslet and Little Zach, they won't kill them easily, after all, the handsome old man is the Great Demon of the Undead, and they all know that he is the opposite of the Holy See. The old terrorists of society, how could the Beamon orcs be willing to kill him. ”

Everyone nodded, realizing that Alan was right, that the enemy of his enemy was his friend.

"Okay, let's do what we should do."

Seeing that Alan was leaving, Old Duff grabbed Allen's shoulder, and said with a worried look: "At least you have to tell us your plan, right?" ”

"Dive in and find out about Zach Jr. and Constant!"

"Can you understand the language of the Bimon orcs?"

Alan laughed twice: "Have you forgotten my nickname?" ”

The old butler next to him, Lacey, laughed, didn't he, Alan used to be a baron of scrapwood.

What is a waste baron, that is, except for the useful do not learn, there is no use to learn anything.

Before Allen's crossing, the owner of this body had the greatest hobby of reading, reading everything, and learning everything.

In addition to the languages of various races, he is also proficient in the language of the beasts.

"Okay, the time is urgent, so it's set."

Although everyone has objections, there is no exit to block it, after all, whether it is the big collective of Bloodhoof or the small collective of theirs now, there must only be one voice, and this voice must be Allen.

Alan gestured toward Babylon the Great, and the two of them ran down the hill with their backs brisk.

Seeing the two leaving, everyone was about to leave in desperation, when suddenly the old Dufu stretched out his hand to stop everyone, sniffed his nose vigorously and said in confusion: "Have you smelled it?" ”

Rooney turned back into a werewolf again, sniffed his nose vigorously and said, "It seems to be a strange fragrance, very strong, I smelled it in the Bloodhoof camp." ”

"Is it from the Bimon Orc Army?"

Rooney shook his head and pointed into the distance, "It's from the group of hills on the northwest side." ”

Old Duff looked in the direction where Eren and Babylon the Great had left, and saw that they had long since disappeared from sight.

Old Duff, who had been in Bloodhoof Camp for the longest time, knew that the scent was a peculiar means of conveying messages to the barbarians, but because he was not a barbarian, he could not discern the meaning of the scents, and the only orthodox barbarian, Babylon the Great, had left with Alan.

"Lead the way!" Old Duff said to everyone, "Let's go and see if it's from other tribes." ”

The group nodded, following Rooney in search of the source of the scent.

At this time, Conslett looked at the black and gray little Zack with a smile, and his kind appearance could not be concealed.

"My junior apprentice, is this useful, don't you attract the Beamon orcs."

"Mentor, don't worry, although this smell can be smelled from a long distance, no one will pay attention to it except us barbarians."

"Hmm!" Conslet nodded, and looked back on the battlefield again.

The commander of the Beamon orc army was very smart, and divided the corps into three ways, and the lion and tiger guards on the last side became a reserve instead, and the three ways Beamon orcs attacked the three city gates, and the handsome old man could see that the main city gate was just a feint, and the orcs focused on the two side gates.

"Three quarters of an hour at most!" Concelet sighed, but think that the Holy Light Citadel would fall, and I hope those Shamans of Beamon would remove the magic elemental imprisoning circle sooner.