More and more energy poured towards the spirit stone, and the colorful nodes slowly occupied the entire inside of the door frame, forming a triangular portal.

When a third of the Horcruxes were consumed, the bottom of the portal had expanded to a width of sixty meters and stabilized completely, and the rest of the time was to continue to absorb energy until all the Horcruxes were depleted.

Ran Ridoran sat on the ground almost in collapse, the whole person seemed to have been fished out of the water, the luxurious fur clothes on his body had been completely soaked with sweat, and his limbs were shaking violently.

The spiritual power was almost silent, and it was difficult to mobilize a trace of power no matter what.

But Ranri Doran didn't care, he opened his eyes and looked at the collapsed door frame and the portal that emitted a faint green sheen, and smiled, and laughed heartily, laughing.

He knew he had succeeded, even if the gate was much smaller than he had expected to be in the 100-metre range.

Even in order to speed up, he took the elixir given by Tianxun Olinga, which increased the amplitude to twice as much as before, and also shortened the awakening time by half.

Even if it meant that he wouldn't be able to open his awakening again for a few days, and even suffered a slight injury, it was a small loss compared to such a huge achievement.

All the servants, the steppe warriors, and the Axon looked in awe at the miraculous portal, fell to their knees, and lowered their whole heads to the ground, praising the greatness and power of Randoran with the most pious words in their mouths.

They all knew that from this time on, the history of the steppe people had entered a new era, and the thin and pale man in front of them had started this history with his own hands.

Each and every one of them is a witness to history.

Two minutes later, the portal's green light curtain fluctuated slightly, and then the fluctuations grew larger and larger, as if the water was about to boil.

Immediately afterwards, the first row of 100 steppe warriors passed through the light curtain, and the hundreds of thousands of grassland people who were in charge of guarding around cheered loudly to celebrate the arrival of their compatriots thousands of miles away in this rich and vast land.

There are countless riches here, and as long as they raise the scimitar in their hands, it is all theirs.

Every second of every moment, a large number of steppe people rushed out of it, and then gathered in the distance, making way for the space behind.

In just half an hour, more than 300,000 steppe warriors have gathered on this plain.

Inside, Ran Ridoran saw not only the swift Blue Antelope cavalry, but also hundreds of terrifying and 200,000 wolf cavalry known for their ferocity.

With a sincere smile, he greeted another old man in a luxurious robe, it was the great Xun Turisa of the northern grassland, the oldest of the four existing great Xun, and at the same time the most powerful, and his warriors were the strongest and most elite on the grassland.

For this, they prepared for a whole decade.

When he thought of the scene of tens of millions of such powerful warriors covering the entire land, he couldn't help but feel tears in his eyes.

Turissa gave the young companion a warm hug, kissed him on the cheek, and thanked him for his sacrifice and contribution to the steppe people.

Everyone can imagine how lonely this young Daxun, who is only in his 40s, has been fighting alone on the front line under tremendous pressure in the past month.

Especially looking at the team of less than 200,000 people left around him, he knew how tragic the battle situation here would be.

They all know that after more than a decade of lying on the batter, this is the only chance, and even a huge population of 2 billion people will not be able to do it again.

More and more steppe riders lined up through portals and set foot on the land of their dreams.

The premature winter night slowed the Templars until 3 a.m. the next morning, when they finally collided head-on with the elite steppe cavalry 50 kilometers from the portal.

Fortunately, the fire of the brigade was so eye-catching in the dark night that Philip sent back the warning signal as soon as possible.

By the light of the fire, which was not too bright, Philip noticed that the armor of the Templars had changed a little.

As the exquisite inscriptions on the armor shimmered and dimmed slightly, the whole armor suddenly became more offensive and more hideous from its original ordinary style.

The shoulders, elbows, and knees are slightly cocked, forming sharp edges and spikes, even without the use of weapons, which alone turn each knight into a terrifying killing machine.

The steppes howled and slaughtered from three directions, and to Philip's surprise, the Templars did not form a defensive formation like the few great orders of the city of Gokan, but instead had three paladins each with their own teams and collided back against the three huge arrows.

Only the Holy Knight and the remaining Paladin, with a team of several thousand people, still walked unhurriedly according to the previous route, and their calm and relaxed appearance did not seem to pay attention to the enemy in front of them at all.

A violent collision occurred, and from Philip's point of view, the waves of the flowing torches seemed to crash against the solid reef, scattering in all directions, causing no impact on the Templars before becoming a splinter.

Then the confusion and rout formed a dark wave as the Templars galloped their horses, and rolled back towards the steppe people behind.

Nothing could be heard except for the rumbling hooves of the heavy body of the velociraptor and the screams of the steppe people before they died, only an atmosphere of solemnity spread through the steppe people's seemingly heavy ranks.

Many steppe people are killed without even knowing what kind of enemy they are facing, just like some human-loving monster hiding in the night.

In just a quarter of an hour, the three teams of the Templars had all slashed through the ranks of the steppemen, so fast that even Philip did not react, and maintained a steady rate from beginning to end, as if the enemy on the opposite side had not brought them any resistance at all.

Then the knights turned their horses' heads and struck again in the same direction, charging back and forth in the dense ranks of the steppe people, and unwittingly wrapping the steppe people in a triangular pocket.

The panicked steppe people seemed to realize the unreasonable strength of the enemy, and they all ran away, but each time they were pressed back by the enemy who could not see clearly in the night, looking for another way to escape.

Until an hour later, there was not a single target to move across the land, except for the scattered firelight.

Philip did a rough calculation, and the number of steppe people in this wave was at least 300,000, and the mounts were of a new breed he had never seen before, and looked like some kind of herbivorous antelope, twice as fast as ostriches.

But in the eyes of these Templars, it didn't seem to show any difference at all.

He flew down, and the three Knights Templars returned to their main formation, continuing to approach the portal.

There was no groaning of the wounded, no torn armor, not a single word of discussion, except for the still-neat sound of the hooves, the whole team was as quiet as the devil in the night, and the armor was restored to its original form, as if the previous battle had been an illusion.

Getting closer, Philip realized that he could still detect the traces of the battle, whether it was a knight or a velociraptor whose bodies were stained with blood and flesh, but he did not find a single wounded.

He and Afu glanced at each other, and both saw the look of horror in each other's eyes, for the two of them who had experienced several bloody battles firsthand, this disparity and bizarre battle damage was as unreal as a dream.

Although that Arthas was not popular, he was right, Philip's proud victories did seem childish and ridiculous in front of this group of Templars, and it also gave him his first glimpse of the terrifying combat power of the Templar Knights.

There were no tall walls, no hard shields, no well-layered formations, no well-prepared equipment, and it was a naked slaughter that it was a naked slaughter to achieve such fruitful results with such a clear and unevasive attack.

If someone had told Philip about such a fight before today, he would have taken it as a drunken brag, but having witnessed the whole process made him stay in a daze until half an hour after the battle.

Caesar looked at Philip with a smile, as the vanguard of the leading charge, he had the most stains on his body, and was now wiping it with a black flannel.

Philip made no secret of his envy and admiration, secretly hating that he did not carry the weapons and armor he had with him this time.

If there is such a team, even if it is only half of them, he dares to take the team to kill one back and forth outside the entire eastern defense line.

The steppe people, who had suffered a big loss, seemed to sense something and did not send any more people to harass them, until the sky showed a bright white, and the whole team stopped less than 15 kilometers from the portal.

At this time, they were surrounded by dense steppe people, and although Philip had already warned them, the Templars seemed unmoved.

Even if he had seen two or three hundred thousand people in the field battles, and had also experienced hundreds of thousands of street battles in Gaokan City, with the brighter and brighter skylight, even if he flew in the air at an altitude of thousands of meters, almost all the land on the horizon of Philip's vision was filled with the army of steppe people.

The phalanx of 10,000 people with different flags was like a piece of floor tiles, laying a neat red and black floor on the originally yellow-brown earth.

The shock and oppression of more than a million people is tingling, and it is impossible to imagine that there is any other means to defeat such a large number of enemies than the use of large-scale bombing.

This gap no longer seems to be compensated by super individual capabilities.

The originally majestic and mighty team of the Knights of the Templars was as small as a hound surrounded by ants in such an encirclement, and the opponent would collapse with a single charge, and then be chopped into small pieces of meat and eaten, and there was no room for resistance at all.