It was a ruined castle, and its former owner was like a rusty iron fence that peeled off at the touch of a bad wood.

No one remembers the scenery of the past, like the barren grass in front of the castle, everything is covered and buried by the dust of time.

In just a few years, it is already possible to bury the glorious family of a thousand years of glory, but it is also possible to give birth to ten or even a hundred knights who have been canonized by the Holy Crown.

Although the mercenaries come from far and wide and gather here for different purposes, for now, they all gather under the banner of the gods to carry out the oracles of the gods.

They have a great record, not only to disturb the Caucasian white wolf tribe, but also to always get out of the way, so far without a single miss.

Because, they have a wise and powerful leader - Jace.

With divine help, he can always anticipate the enemy first.

He is invincible and can always sweep the battlefield.

He......

Although the cooperation has not been long, everyone understands that Jace has a bright future and a ...... future No, he will be rewarded by the gods and become a holy knight right away.

This is more noble than the knights canonized in the secular realms, and they are treated with superhuman courtesy wherever they go, especially when such gods come down and miracles become more and more frequent.

Everyone knew what Captain Jace was up to next—he wanted to build a city that would serve as a base for his mercenary group.

He will succeed!

Some of the small and medium-sized mercenary groups began to wonder whether they should be merged into Jace's mercenary group as a whole.

Rather be the head of the chicken than the queen of the cow, that is to say, in this kind of troubled times, strength comes first, face is secondary, and only by holding the thickest thigh can you become the person who lives the longest.

Although there are a lot of thick thighs in this world, it seems that Jace is the one around him.

It was only very soon that they changed their minds.

Because, the barbarians arrived, overwhelming.

"Report to the head of the regiment, all the surroundings are surrounded by Caucasians, all directions, all roads, are completely blocked, and the Caucasians are definitely pouring out."

"Commander, our whereabouts have always been secretive, and there are sentry agents scattered hundreds of miles away, it is absolutely impossible for the enemy to touch us silently, we must have been traitors."

Hearing the report from his subordinates, Jace's three-folded eyelids jumped slightly, and the thick Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, still feeling dry in his mouth.

Irritably, he picked up the leather bag on the table, poured two sips of wine, and the hot wine rose from his lower abdomen, and instantly rushed to his face, and his two eyes were suddenly red and terrifying.

I don't know if it's the strength of the wine or the blood.

Everyone could feel the panic and fear emanating from Jace's body, and when this aura spread to them, it was suddenly magnified tenfold, and no matter how brave Rao was usually, he couldn't help but tremble at this time.

After all, if the White Wolf Tribe poured out of the nest, it can pull up five million young and strong dog cavalry, plus the elderly, women and children, it can reach 10 million.

And the mercenary group, dozens of teams put together, less than 10,000.

What's more, there is also an air force of barbarians in the sky.

But at this time, the red on Jace's face was replaced by a blue-white light, and Jace's messy hair floated and swayed upwards without wind.

The blue-white light emanates from the soles of the feet like mercury, flowing in all directions, following an invisible trajectory to outline a strange pattern.

Magic Circle!

But Jace's cronies knew that this was not an ordinary magic array, and the magicians in the mercenary group copied the formation diagram, but they couldn't understand a single symbol.

No, there was not a single symbol on the magic array at all, and the entire array seemed to be drawn with a single stroke, without any pauses or interruptions in between.

It's just that the complicated lines and fine silk threads make people headaches and dazzled.

Airplanes!

The light of the magic array rose upward, like a pillar of light, enveloping Jace, and the layers of light were like substance, plating layers of blue-white thunder and lightning power on Jace's body.

Each layer has ten times more complex lines than the magic array, but the thickness of each layer is not even one-tenth of the cicada wings.

In a few breaths, Jace was coated with thousands of layers of electric light.

It's like body painting, where a special pattern is drawn on Jace's body, and then layer after layer, the amount of use changes to the qualitative change.

When the light dimmed, a strangely shaped armor appeared on Jace's body.

It's like the full-body armor worn by the knights, but it's different, and it's impossible to say how different it is.

But when they saw the armor on the regimental commander and the sledgehammer in his hand, everyone forgot their fears, forgot their anxiety, and became combative and even fanatical in an instant.

It's as if there are no people or things to be afraid of.

They believe that even if there are tens of millions of enemies, the regiment commander can still lead them to a bloody road.

Jace lightly buckled his helmet, and a flash of blue light flashed out, forming a visor that protected the last piece of exposed skin on his body.

However, Jace's voice came out clearly.

"Gather your men and get ready for battle!"

"Tell those mercenary groups, don't have a fluke mentality, today, there is only a fight to the death!"

With that, Jace placed the sledgehammer on the ground and got down on one knee and began to pray.

It's a habit he's been cultivating for decades, and it's only changed last month.

The posture is still the same as before, except that the object of prayer has changed from the god of light to the god of thunder.

He will never forget that day, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, striking dozens of meters in front of him, blasting the ground into a huge crater.

The blue-white electric light was like a spider web, covering every corner of the pit, and countless thick and small electric lights were like flowing water.

Jace just took a few steps forward curiously, and as a result, a ray of light slipped around him like a python, and then there was no more.

When he woke up, it was days later.

He didn't know what had happened in the past few days, only that he woke up with a delicate little hammer in his hand.

With this small hammer, he broke through the limits again and again, created miracles, and changed from a small mercenary with no name to the leader of a mercenary group with a hundred and ten elite soldiers.

However, it is precisely because of this small hammer that it has fallen into today's desperate situation.

Jace is not stupid.

When he led the mercenary group to snipe at the White Wolf Tribe, he killed insignificant servant troops.

These people are simply cannon fodder, and no matter how much they die, they will not break their bones and bones, let alone invite bloody revenge from the Caucasians.

However, the Caucasians came, poured out and brought the barbarians.

Jace didn't think he had the kind of hand he could get this kind of royal treatment.

Therefore, it can only be the god behind himself.

But Jace has no regrets.

He knew the price it would take to be God's will bearer.

In order to be able to fight with his life for a gold coin, he didn't feel how precious his life was, and all the previous enjoyment was enough for a hundred lives.

Today, it's just a fight to the death.

No loss!