At noon, the sun is at its brightest, and although it is already autumn, there is still a hot stream of heat on the wilderness. To the north of Greenland stands a huge stone statue, the snow-white rock showing a jade-like luster. The stone statue is ten zhang high, with two sides and four arms, one facing the east to show mercy, the other facing the east to show the fury phase, the two arms are muscular and knotted, holding a giant axe and a heavy hammer, and the two arms are skinny and boneless, holding a staff and a large flag.

More than 100 inhabitants surrounded the huge stone statue, praying incessantly to the stone statue, the stone statue was shrouded in a black mist, and the black mist seemed to have life, constantly climbing up the people around it, slowly squirming on the people. People slowly swallowed the black mist, and the pores on their bodies seemed to moan happily, and some people kept convulsing and falling, and after a while, they woke up again and continued to kneel on the ground and whisper to the stone statue.

As the sun reached the center of the sky, there were screams of pain in the black fog, like frightened beasts retreating into their lair.

The black fog gradually dissipated, revealing the burly torso of the stone statue, draped in rudimentary armor that had been obsolete for countless centuries for the Bolton dynasty. The heart of the body was dug out of a huge cave, and a white-robed man sat in it, wearing an exaggerated and hideous white bone mask, holding a copper bell in his left hand and shaking a white flag in his right hand, and the source of the black mist was on his body.

"The spirit of Dana will surely descend on the world!" the man in white raised his arms and shouted, the copper bell in his hand made a crisp sound, and the chaotic bell was as intoxicating as heaven in everyone's ears.

"Gula!" the crowd pressed their bodies to the ground and let out a shout of unknown meaning.

The man in white nodded, and the expression on his face with a white bone mask could not be seen clearly, but his words revealed satisfaction: "Everyone disperse, today's blessing is here." ”

Then they got up from the ground, dispersed in groups, and went to their homes. It is said to be home, but in fact, most of them are dilapidated small mud-tile bungalows, and there are even many tents that have been weathered for a long time, crumbling in the fierce wind of the wilderness, and the gravel is rolled up, rolling through the cracks to drill inside.

In the center of the bungalow, there is a tall tower made of white stone, and next to it is also built with white stone, a solid stone house, enough to accommodate more than 50 people to lie down in it at the same time, and the two buildings are in stark contrast to the next one.

The man in white stuck out his head in the hole of the stone statue, feeling the scorching sun burning the back of his neck. With a curse in his heart, the man in white stepped forward, and his figure disappeared in the void, appearing under the tower in a blink of an eye.

"Participate in the shaman!" The two strong men guarding the door were more than one meter and eight meters tall, naked, with light armor only covering their vital parts, holding a long-handled battle axe in their hands, different from the alloy of the Bolton Dynasty, the material of the battle axe turned out to be a white stone, but it was densely engraved with lines, which was quite similar to the alchemy pattern, but there was a rough beauty, like a galloping horse on the northern grassland, strong and magnificent.

The white-clothed shaman nodded, pushed open the door and walked inside. Two people from inside greeted them, also dressed in white, but without masks on their faces, revealing two young faces, bowing respectfully to the white-clothed shaman.

The white-clothed shaman also nodded, his wide sleeves fluttered, and he walked directly past the two of them. The two of them did not show any dissatisfaction, and still bowed their heads respectfully, waiting for the footsteps of the white-clothed priest to disappear around the corner before slowly straightening up.

"Eh, five, are the master's footsteps getting heavier?" one of them whispered.

The other person glanced up and found that the white-clothed shaman had really gone up, so he wiped his cold sweat and said: "Three, you are better at spiritual ability, your perception is more sensitive, I am still good at fighting, you say that there is, I just feel that the sense of oppression on the master's body is a little stronger." I don't know what ability the master has developed, but in just half a year here, he has achieved such an achievement...... You should have touched the threshold of the seventh order now, right?"

"It's not something we can speculate about the master's realm," Wu made a silent gesture, "probably the secret technique in the snow....... let's do our thing...... I always feel that something will happen today, don't be punished by the master if you can't complete the task. ”

Thinking of the methods of the white-clothed shaman, San couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment, the source of the chill in the five hearts was using the scope of the mechanical compound gun as a telescope, coldly scanning everything in Greenland Town. Behind that black armor, a hundred cavalrymen who were also dressed in the same clothes were ready to go, and the murderous aura seemed to dilute the sunlight a lot, and a cold aura spread.

Moroji handed the mechanical composite gun in his hand to the soldier next to him who was in charge of operating him, and raised the light shield in his hand, "Charge!"

Suddenly, the dark rider quickly moved forward, Moroji took the lead as a sharp one, and the light shield in his hand lit up several patterns under the agitation of the source power, and the source power fluctuations emitted formed a blue shield, protecting Moroji behind.

Behind the Dark Rider were the twenty Inquisitors of the Inquisition, and the red-robed priests opened the bronze holy scriptures, and the light elements gathered in their prayers, turning into streams of light and spilling on the Dark Rider. Suddenly, the dark rider felt that the inexhaustible strength surged in his body, and the stimulation brought by the adrenaline rush made them seem to be not afraid of pain and sacrifice, and the dark rider, who had always been silent, couldn't help but let out a low roar at this moment.

Austin and Davix divided the Operations Department into two teams, with Austin leading the men to follow behind the Dark Riders, with crossbows in hand ready to provide support if necessary. Davix, on the other hand, led the team to wander outside the team, ready to deal with the unexpected.

"What's that!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack! Inform the Lords of the Holy Clan!"

"Meet the enemy first! Meet the enemy first! Bear their first wave of charge!"

Smoke and dust rose from a hillside not far away, and the guards of Greenland Town were shocked at first when they saw the cavalry rushing down, and then turned into a strong fighting spirit, relying on the strong walls of the town and began to organize a defense. The houses in the town were rudimentary, but the walls were unusually strong, and the white shaman probably thought of the possibility of being attacked on the first day of his arrival. And the townspeople, known as the "Assimilators" by the Judges, are the dead who can take up arms for the gods at any time.

However, the fortification of the walls is only relative, and only the walls of the duchy castle can be called "fortified" for the Dark Riders.

Moroji removed his shield and took out his shotgun from the saddle with his right hand, but as a squadron leader, he was naturally equipped with a different firearm than a normal dark horseman. There was a loud bang, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out a light flame of nearly a meter, and then a large cloud of iron sand broke away from the sky like a red star, and shot towards the city wall. The red light of the dots of iron sand grew bigger and bigger in flight, and when it finally hit the wall, it directly shattered the hard rock, blasting a blank space into the two-meter-thick stone wall!

There were exclamations of astonishment from behind the wall, and viscous blood gushed out from the broken stones, soaking the soles of the feet of those around them.

The guards kept retreating, and the men with earthen spears and bows and arrows on the wall couldn't help but retreat, and the coldness and helplessness spread the moment the bullets were discharged. Firm faith does not mean that there is no fear, and even the most ruthless dead are not willing to give their lives for nothing.

This shot was like a signal, the cavalrymen in black armor raised their shotguns one after another, and after injecting the source power, the guns lit up with a ray of light, and in the seriousness of the guard, it seemed to be a call from death.

By the way, the belief in the god of death in this world is not a pagan religion, the god of death is another form of God the Father, and at this time, the believers of the god of heaven have prayed that the god of death will not take their lives.

The "scorching" pattern on the bullet and the "extended range" pattern on the gun body make the short-range killer weapon such as the shotgun also become a weapon for harvesting life at a long distance.

With dozens of roars, the entire wall collapsed, and the guards found that they had not organized an effective defense!

"Don't panic! Calm down! Archers line up to fire a salvo!Shotguns ready!" At this moment, there was a loud shout from the White Stone Tower, and the black mist screamed out, instantly filling the entire Greenland Town.

The guards suddenly felt a chill hit their brains, and most of the panic dissipated at once, and they began to line up in formation, and the assimilators also took out simple weapons, ready to rush forward to fight.

Just when the Dark Rider was still a hundred meters away, the archers finally lined up their formation, and the first round of projectiles was issued, which was rough but did not bring any substantial damage to the Dark Rider. Even though the Dark Rider had removed his shield, with the light armor on his body and the "Light Armor" blessed by the priest, the alignment of the arrows had almost no effect, and he only waved the light shield to block the arrows that shot into the eyes of the warhorse.

Resources are scarce in the wilderness, and even more so in places where the Northern Barbarian spies infiltrate, their self-produced weapons can only prevent some low-end beasts, not to mention alchemy carvings, even the materials are only the most basic metals and wood and stone, although they are in the same Apocalypse Defense Zone, but they have their own set of top production systems with Apocalypse City, and they can only use the most primitive tools. Such an attack, in front of a well-armed dark horseman, is simply a joke.

"Second round of throwing, put!"

The commander's eyes were bloodshot, and he repeated the order in despair, just to be able to block it a little.

However, this round of arrow rain was strangled before it was even sent out. The guards seemed to hear the clatter of horses' hooves amid the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, the footsteps of death.

The dark rider swept the shotgun to his side, and completed the work of unloading and loading in an instant, worthy of the ability of the lowest second-order armed system.

With the second gunshot, the iron sand completely destroyed the walls and the guards' defenses, and even shattered half of the settlement!