Plunder fate?

Sikong probably understood the deep meaning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is nothing more than the theory of luck in the civilization of cultivating immortals.

In fact, luck and luck are the manifestations of a probability model, and theoretically speaking, a person's life trajectory can be displayed through complex mathematical formulas.

The so-called child of fate is an extremely rare collection of small probability models, even if the probability of an event is close to zero, the probability of its occurrence in him is infinitely close to one.

What jumps off a cliff to pick up an old grandfather, picks up leaks to obtain peerless martial arts, and masters who teach their lifelong cultivation when they are dying are all probability factors.

And for this competition, this probability calculation has expanded by a hundredfold and a thousand times, almost to the point where it is visible to the naked eye!

Shortened a lot of reaction time, after plundering fate, the opportunity that belongs to others quickly shifts, and it will happen in the next second!

It is conceivable that those who slaughtered tens of millions of people and stood on the pyramid will inevitably have a sea of luck, and after ten years of catalysis, their strength is unfathomable!

Sikong was too late, a full ten years late, and was seriously injured.

'You can only outwit, not force!' ’

When you are gathering information, analyzing current events, and making plans for your next steps.

Suddenly the whole earth shook.

'Boom! Boom! Boom! ’

The drums and horns are ringing in unison, each drum is full of sonorous iron bones, and every sound is full of momentum.

The dust scattered on the ground suddenly splashed and stirred up for the sound of the drum, turning the whole earth into a tiger's skin drum.

Sikong's face froze, and when he looked back, he saw that on the plain not far from the mighty Thousand Snow River, thousands of troops and horses suddenly appeared.

The flag covers the sky, and the armor is forested.

The infantrymen armed with standard swords, steel shields, and light armor with black and green bands strode in this way, crushing the thorns and bushes along the road.

The cavalry held the reins in their hands, straddled the chain mail and saddled their horses, dressed in tight, thick heavy armor, armed to the teeth, turning them into weapons of killing.

Moreover, there are countless soldiers in the open space behind the army, appearing in an instant!

Raise your eyes and look at it, how much more than 100,000!

If it weren't for getting closer, Sikong wouldn't have discovered these armies at all!

War!

A great war is about to break out!

I saw that the sentries on the wall of St. Ann's Fort immediately spotted the army not far away, and they were so shocked that they blew their horns one after another.

The sound of the vast horn echoed in the sea of a thousand snows, and suddenly, the atmosphere of the entire St. Ann's burgh became solemn.

Ben gathered behind the city gates, and the people who were waiting for the Templars responded to the call to war, and most of them, regardless of their role, took up arms and walked up to the walls.

"Pull up the moat and bridge and close the city gates!"

A loud shout was heard, and then a handsome man with silver hair swept from the depths of St. Ann's Castle in a flash, and appeared on the city wall in a moment.

This person has a long body, slightly pointed ears, and a feminine face that is more charming than a woman.

He was an elf.

"Oil drums ready! Prepare for the musketeers! The other party performed a miracle, and our miracle sacrifice?! ”

This person obviously has an extraordinary status, and there is a general trend between his gestures, and as soon as he appears, he freezes everyone's panicked minds.

"Lord Celtis, the priest went to the sacred mountain to listen to the voice of the angels, and he hasn't come back yet!" A civil official with a feather on his chest said quickly.

When Celtis heard this, her handsome face was full of anger: "Didn't come back? How could it be so coincidental! ”

"Take my dragon slaying knife, most of the other party has dispatched two miracle sacrifices! Dare to hit my Celtis's idea, I'm getting impatient! ”

Keltis waved her big hand, and the fierce aura all over her body should have been angry and round, like King Kong, but when it fell on his handsome elf appearance, it was a little more weird.

It's like the wrong baby.

It's a pity that no one can laugh, and those who dare to laugh at him have become the white bones under his feet and one of his luck.

Keldith stroked the edge of the city, her blue eyes were like jade, and she looked at the thousands of troops and horses not far away, but suddenly noticed the people in front of Qianxuehe.

"The one on the flower is the Templar who is making a fuss? Well, dragon armor, bronze masks, and rusty swords were indeed the attire of the Templars. ”

"As for whether someone is pretending to be a ghost? It's up to you to make it to the castle alive! ”

At the same time, behind the thousands of troops, on the empty plain, a woman slowly appeared following the army.

The woman was wearing a red dress, isolated on the hill, and saw Celtis on St. Ann's Castle, and Charles in front of the Thousand Snow River.

"My lord, are you attacking?" One of them fell on his knees on the ground, humble.

"Attack."

The calm voice came from the woman's seductive lips, and without any gesture, it carried a domineering charm and attracted people's hearts.

As soon as these words came out, thousands of troops and horses rang out in unison, and the drums shook loudly, piercing the sky!

In front of the Qianxue River, Charles and the others were dumbfounded, looking at the moat bridge that had been pulled up, and shouted one after another.

"Don't close the gates! Don't turn it off! ”

No one responded, and the bridge across the Thousand Snow River slowly pulled up, rough gears, and let out a piercing moan.

At this time, thousands of troops and horses galloped at great speed, sand and dust rolled, rushed to the sky, muddy the entire blue sky, and in a few blinks, they rushed to Charles and the others.

They seem to have been abandoned by the world, abandoned by the gods.

Sen Ran's armor and sonorous footsteps turned into the iron-blooded tone of war, which made Charles and the others fall into despair in front of the Qianxue River.

As long as the horse's hooves come to them, they will be like floating plums, sprinkled with red on the ground.

"It's over, it's over......"

"It's been ten years, and we can't escape death after all."

"Enough is enough, how many people have I killed? It's too much, I'm too tired, it's time to rest. ”

Charles muttered in distraction, looked at the slaughtering army, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Alas......"

Suddenly, a sigh of vicissitudes was heard, and Charles and the five opened their eyes in confusion, and saw that the Templars who had been sitting on the flower burden had moved.

Holding the rusty sword in his right hand, he lifted the dragon-patterned armor covered with epic dust, and slowly stood up, the bronze face carved lonely, and spontaneously fell.

"Your ......, my lord," Charles lost his mind.

He saw the Templars move forward without a word, and the rusty sword hung down, writing a cold light on his ancient form.

Standing alone in front of thousands of troops.

At this moment, the murmuring sound of the Qianxue River is no more, and the war drums of thousands of troops and horses are no more.

There was no sound of the wind and clouds.

Only the voice of the Templars.

I saw the Templar slowly raise his hand and remove the bronze face from his face, revealing a somewhat delicate face underneath, and even more with the vicissitudes of life after the wind and frost.

Those green eyes, reading the world's style, are incomparably profound.

On the center of the eyebrows, a little vermilion is particularly obvious.

Suddenly, a strong aura of holiness permeated the entire battlefield, and angelic phantoms embraced behind the Templars, and the glory was sprinkled and the gospel was born.

"My Believers......"

Sikong's voice was not loud, but at this moment, it clearly resounded throughout the battlefield, echoing in Fort St. Ann's.

"I have long served the Angel of Tears, listened to her gospel, and walked the world again to guide my most devout believers to true heaven."

Sikong's figure has turned into an epic and solidified in the long river of years.

Let everyone fall into a trance.

"Won't you get down on your knees and kiss the tips of my toes?"

'Click! ’

'Click! ’

Suddenly, a series of muffled sounds came out, and countless iron-blooded soldiers in armor were seen either loosening their reins, turning over and dismounting, or lowering their swords and abandoning their shields.

Starting with the infantry in front of the army, the soldiers fell to their knees and spread into the distance, forming a tumbling sea of people, chanting together-

"We, we will follow the Templars to the death and follow in the footsteps of the Angel of Tears! Don't leave, don't be sad or happy! ”