There was a fishy smell in the air that lingered for a long time, and after the cold season, there was no wind in the Blue Secret Realm, which made the smell spread even more slowly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Rakka, carrying a halberd in one hand and a bucket of water in the other, was walking towards the pen not far away.

He was originally a lieutenant general of the Knights of Light, but he was assigned here to take care of the injured, sick or needy mounts because of military regulations.

For him, of course, this is a blow, but fortunately, Raka has a big heart, knowing that before the general attack on the royal city, he will definitely be transferred back, after all, the deputy general, that is already under the command of the three commanders, second only to the high-level personnel of the general, the thousand cavalry under him, usually okay, really when it comes to desperate efforts, only listen to him.

Arrived next to the animal pen, a purple vulture was lying there a little sluggish, close, you can clearly smell a smell of corruption, this vulture was injured in the previous battle, was picked in the abdomen by the bone spear of a high-ranking warrior of the widow, I don't know what was wiped on it, and then it began to rot and suppurate, it has not been good, and was sent here to recuperate.

In front of another animal pen next to it, there was a middle-aged man, who had also made a mistake and was sent here to be punished, and was staring at a black beast in the animal pen at the moment, observing its appetite and making records.

"Isn't it in the way that you still have a halberd at this time?"

The middle-aged man was quite puzzled when he saw that Raka's weapon had been with him.

"This is the territory of the bereaved, and accidents can happen at any time." Raka replied in a serious manner.

"Really?" The middle-aged man said with a smile: "How did I hear that you Nan Shuai are going to send someone over to check on the situation here recently." ”

When Raka heard this, he scratched his head in embarrassment, and laughed: "Eh, a good Knight of Light doesn't do it, who wants to raise birds here, that is, you, it's okay to leave Yushi alone, and take the initiative to come here to take care of things." ”

The middle-aged man smiled disapprerovingly, seeing that the black beast finished eating the food, he glanced at the Raka, who was holding the potion to wash the wounds of the vulture, and saw that although this guy was usually a little prickly, shouting in his mouth not to feed the birds or horses, but when he actually worked, he was still very serious and responsible.

At the same time, the middle-aged man also appreciated the strength of this kid, he was not over thirty years old, he was already a sixth-level warrior, and if he went further, he could serve as a chief official like the general, which was the core of the temple with thousands of elites.

I sighed in my heart that it was good to be young, and the middle-aged man walked back with a wooden barrel, and now it is very busy here, the mounts that recuperate from the wounded, the beasts caught in the territory of the widows, and the war beasts that are fostered here are nearly 10,000 heads, and 4,000 people seem to be a lot, but if you remove the guards who are responsible for guarding the battle, there are less than 3,000 people who really work, and if you remove those who are responsible for recording and researching, there are two thousand left, managing the lives of these 10,000 heads, some of them are of high level and large size, and even need to be carefully cared for by several personnel, so average, how can you not be busy.

The middle-aged man blew this whistle, glanced at the sky that seemed to be forever unchanged, and felt that today was another good day.

Wait a minute...... That's, what?!

The middle-aged man had already lowered his head, but he raised it again in an instant, looking at the sky above his head, revealing a look of horror.

Before he could react, the restlessness of the battle, rising from one direction of the camp, swept through the entire camp.

Enemy attack!

This word appeared in the minds of middle-aged people, and it was somewhat unfamiliar.

As a member of the Temple of Dawn, he hadn't remembered or encountered the word for too long.

They have always been the victorious side, and the word attack is used only on their offense. There was never an enemy who could strike at them.

But that's what happened.

"Alert!"

The middle-aged man shouted, the barrel he was holding in his hand had been thrown away, and he ran wildly towards the road he had come.

At this time, he really wished that he was a raka and carried a weapon with him.

His strength is much higher than that of the deputy general.

He is a seventh-level warrior.

Behind him, a brilliant light emitted, and the middle-aged man knew that it was deliberately emitted by Raka, wanting to attract enemies to attack here, so as to create preparations for others...... Or a chance to escape.

Obviously, like the middle-aged man, Raka thinks that since the enemy has chosen to attack here, then he must be quite sure, and those who still fantasize about being able to resist and win at this time are utopian minders.

Reality, sometimes far more cruel than everyone is used to.

And it's cruel a lot.

Liang Chuyin, Xiaohu, and Xia Bai, with their respective teams, broke into this camp of the Dawning Temple from three different directions.

And Ye Zhongming and the red hair, with the skeleton team, attacked from another direction.

Ye Zhongming followed the red hair, not only because of the submissiveness and friendliness she showed, but also because of her curiosity about everything after her mutation.

He wanted to see how the redhead controlled these skeletons, and how they fought and evolved.

The red-haired skull chair fell to the ground, and what the middle-aged man saw just now was the red-haired and Ye Zhongming, as well as the dragon chair.

The skeleton team broke into the logistics camp of this Dawning Temple, like a broken bamboo, and those who turned from zombies into guys were very strong in combat, not weaker than their previous level, but unlike before, they were divided into two levels.

Some of them have become pure melee skeletons, and most of them are melee weapons, such as bone knives, bone swords, bone spears, bone shields, bone clubs, and bone hammers. The other part has evolved long-range weapons, bone bows, bone staffs, bone crossbows, bone barrels, ......

These skeletons have lost their previous innate abilities, but the specific characteristics are still there, and with their weapons, they show more powerful combat power.

Almost none of the warriors of the Dawning Temple could withstand their attacks, and the skeleton clan encountered little resistance in the midst of the blows from both near and far.

Ye Zhongming didn't make a move, but kept watching from the side, seeing these skeleton warriors slaughtering into the camp, cooperating with each other to slaughter the original kings in these secret realms.

Without killing a single person, Ye Zhongming found that these skeleton warriors would absorb the energy on these corpses to nourish themselves, perhaps because there was too much resistance before, when these skeleton warriors broke into the core place, none of them died, and their bodies became more and more solid as the number of people killed in the Dawn Temple increased.

The redhead has not made a move, just letting his subordinates kill, so Ye Zhongming doesn't know how powerful the changes in her life are, and how much she has improved.

With active calculation and passivity, this base of the Dawning Temple was almost powerless, and it was directly attacked by the teams in the four directions and suddenly reached the core, and it was only at this time that the team of Genting encountered real resistance.

The Templars of the Dawn, who were of good strength, united with their wounded but still capable mounts, gathered in a corner of the camp to resist to the death.

The middle-aged man and Raka who had been fed before were among them, except that the middle-aged man rode a spotted tiger beast, while Raka rode a unified mount of the Knights of Light.

"Who are you?!"

As the supreme commander of this camp, the middle-aged man took two steps forward with the mount under him, Ye Zhongming and the red hair sitting on the bone chair.

To be honest, this was the first time that the middle-aged people had seen such strange equipment, and they knew before that there seemed to be a group of outsiders among the widows who helped them, wearing shiny battle suits and holding flashing weapons, and their combat effectiveness was amazing.

Even, there are rumors that these people have very high-end sky weapons.

Before, middle-aged people didn't believe it too much.

The Temple of Dawn had been invincible on the continent for so many years that they didn't believe anyone could be stronger than them.

What kind of shining weapons and equipment, what kind of shining flying machines, they all feel that it is not true.

If you don't talk about 10,000 returns, what if it's true? They can defeat them all and prove to everyone that the Temple of Dawn is still invincible.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man knew that he was wrong.

Although this is the logistics base of the Dawning Temple, it is located on the front lines of the battle, which makes it easier for various units to bring in wounded war beasts.

But there are still nearly a thousand defenders here, and these people are real warriors, all equipped with the best equipment of the Temple, if not the best, but definitely first-class equipment.

And the other people who work here are actually thorns in the battalions, these people are unruly, why? A fundamental reason is that the strength of these people is not bad, they can be said to be the elite of various places, because of their outstanding strength, they will defy all kinds of rules, make mistakes, and will be assigned here.

But these people can't resist these invading enemies, and the middle-aged man has been counting in his heart, how long has it taken since the enemy launched the attack to now surround them?

A thousand breaths?

Probably it's all too much.

Such a team, is it really a widow?

For the first time, middle-aged people felt that the previous rumors were true.

In fact, the news that a knight order was annihilated and a supply base was destroyed before the Dawning Temple was firmly blocked, and they did not know about it.

And now, they're about to be part of the news.

"It doesn't matter who we are, it's important that you have two paths to choose from."

Liang Chuyin stood in front of the team in Yunding, crossed his arms and said, "First, surrender to us and provide us with the help we need." ”

"The second one, death in battle."

After speaking, she did not pause, but continued: "Maybe your honor since childhood makes you feel that there is only a second way, but I want to tell you that you are wrong. In any world, there is no 2 left except 1, in fact, there are 3, 4, and even infinity. ”

"You just need to provide us with the information we need, don't think it's a betrayal, it's just going with the flow, because you can't understand it now, but you will understand it eventually, and it's us, not you, the victors. Of course, all this is premised on that you can live to that day. ”

Liang Chuyin said, glanced sideways at Ye Zhongming, and found that he didn't say anything, so he continued: "Surrender, don't make senseless resistance, in the future, you will find out how ridiculous your cognition is, and what a childish lie your ruler has used to deceive you." ”

In the face of Liang Chuyin's remarks, the middle-aged man and Laka glanced at each other, and both saw each other's suspicions.

But they knew that it was impossible for them to give up their faith.

Together, they raised their weapons and joined the members of the Dawning Temple behind them.

"Good." Liang Chuyin shrugged indifferently, and then retreated.

"I'll leave it to you?"

Ye Zhongming turned his head sideways and said to the redhead beside him.

"Okay."

Hearing the red-haired answer, Ye Zhongming didn't move.

The redhead, perhaps because of the super-life, didn't talk too much nonsense and started attacking directly.

The skeleton warbands launched an attack on the men of the Temple of Dawn.

Thousands of skeleton warriors immediately burst into these Dawn Temple warriors, and the roar and blood immediately collided and swirled in mid-air.

The redhead also struck, and she sat down in her chair and burst into the enemy's battle group, and beside the chair, bones continued to stick out, and the tips were extremely sharp bone spurs, and with each stab, a warrior or mount of the Dawning Temple died.

And on the faucet on the bone chair, two-colored smoke began to spew.

Sometimes white, sometimes black.

When the white smoke erupted, all those who came into contact with the white mist were instantly corroded and flesh and blood were turned into dry bones, scattered on the ground.

The skeletal warriors who pass by will pick up some bones and place them on them.

And the black fog sprayed, and the humans in the Dawning Temple went to the end one after another, and the corpses were intact, but the eyes lost their luster and became empty, and the black soul-like objects one by one were absorbed by this chair.

The air collided and swirled.

The redhead also struck, and she sat down in her chair and burst into the enemy's battle group, and beside the chair, bones continued to stick out, and the tips were extremely sharp bone spurs, and with each stab, a warrior or mount of the Dawning Temple died.

And on the faucet on the bone chair, two-colored smoke began to spew.

Sometimes white, sometimes black.

When the white smoke erupted, all those who came into contact with the white mist were instantly corroded and flesh and blood were turned into dry bones, scattered on the ground.

The skeletal warriors who pass by will pick up some bones and place them on them.

And the black fog sprayed, and the humans in the Dawning Temple went to the end one after another, and the corpses were intact, but the eyes lost their luster and became empty, and the black soul-like objects one by one were absorbed by this chair.

The air collided and swirled.

The redhead also struck, and she sat down in her chair and burst into the enemy's battle group, and beside the chair, bones continued to stick out, and the tips were extremely sharp bone spurs, and with each stab, a warrior or mount of the Dawning Temple died.

And on the faucet on the bone chair, two-colored smoke began to spew.

Sometimes white, sometimes black.