Outside enemies, from stepping into the territory of the White-Cloaked Sanctuary, this is already the third medium-sized castle that Brahma has seen. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It seems that like the distant ancestral tribe, the White-clothed Sanctuary does not pay attention to the development of technology, as far as Fan's eyes are concerned, most of these castles are made of stone, so Fan's doubts are a little puzzled about how the warriors of the White-clothed Sanctuary will resist the invasion when the Zerg comes.

As the smallest of the major organizations, the rules of the White Sanctuary have always been neutral, and they do not participate in any disputes in this world, nor do they care about the expansion and development of their territory.

But even if the power of the White-Clad Sanctuary is the weakest, no other organization vainly tries to beat it, just as the Peak Council is helpless against Luo, and Lin's existence is the staunchest patron saint of the White-Cloaked Sanctuary.

No organization would provoke an oracle, and being able to glimpse the existence of fate has always been regarded as taboo, especially since nearly half of the warriors of the Summit Council have been favored by her.

The most famous representative of the White Templar is as good as its name suggests, excellent Templars are not only good at combat, but also proficient in medicine, and they may not be outstanding in frontal combat, but when it comes to protracted warfare, no one has ever used a Templar with a large amount of potions.

The speed of Borahel, which has advanced to eleven patterns, has increased a lot, which is not only related to the improvement of its strength, but more importantly, it is taken from the memory of inheritance, so that its body has evolved into a more streamlined carapace.

After speeding across the vast plains, running day and night for two days and two nights, Van finally arrived at his destination.

Putting the compass in his hand back into his pocket and looking at the majestic majestic city with the distant horizon rising, Fan's expression was not relaxed, but frowned.

There was a bit of undue calm along the way, and after subduing Cramgu, Van never encountered a decent Zerg opponent again, and the strong aura that Borahel vaguely exuded also made the Zerg stragglers wandering in the wilderness avoid it one after another.

Now he was about to arrive at his destination, but at this moment he encountered a fairly large Zerg army, and the black and oppressive sea of insects was bottomless, and they were besieging the majestic city in front of him.

The perceptual pulse immediately diverged, and in this insect army, Fan did not find the existence above the peak, but there was a sub-peak level bug roaring and giving orders.

The geographical location of Xiongcheng was built on the high ground of the plain, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, but in Fan's opinion, choosing to establish a stronghold in such a place was undoubtedly a rather foolish choice.

Because Xiongcheng happened to cut off the main road from the plain to the outside world, although the geographical location was prominent, it was also very vulnerable to attacks from all directions.

Once again sure that this was his destination, Van jumped off Borahel's head.

"Go, wait for me underground, don't show up without my orders."

"Yes, my master." The giant insect bowed and slid deep into the ground.

At this time, among the insect army, the sub-peak giant insect that was leading the attack was inexplicably chilling. At this moment, Lal Lal felt that someone from a superior had vaguely glanced at it, and the kind of coercion from the bloodline level made its ordinary sub-peak giant insect tremble a little inadvertently.

It also remembers the last time it felt this way, when it met a Zerg powerhouse named Borahel on the way to meet Lord Yegulal.

This envoy from Bemuradu, just inadvertently explored, and it was especially memorable.

The Zerg has a tradition of worshipping the strong, and on the journey to the pinnacle, each sub-pinnacle-level Zerg will choose its own evolutionary direction, and Lal Lal chose to become an existence like Borahel, so in the process of evolving to the peak, whether it is the appearance or structure, it is almost copying another Bolahel.

The familiar quest lasted only a few seconds before disappearing, and Lal Lal thought it was his hallucination.

This attack was an unbeatable battle for Lal Lall, as the majestic city of the White Templar cut off the main road to the plains, and the over-hungry swarms had to pass through it if they wanted to penetrate inland.

And this is also the reason why there are few insect swarms in the vast plains, just because this majestic city has cut off the ambition of the Zerg to enter the interior.

Due to the huge number of Zerg, if you don't enter the pinnacle, you can't enter the field of vision of the Zerg powerhouses, unless you are an excellent descendant with special talents, so an existence like Lar Laer, if you want to have more status, or have more vassals, the only way is to improve your strength.

Nothing brings out the best in a human powerhouse than eating it.

If it was in the past, it would not dare to lead the army to attack if it gave Lal Lal ten dares, but today is different, because the peak powerhouse who guards this majestic city left here a few days ago.

In order to create a reserve of food for his subordinates to march into the interior, and also to improve his own strength, Lal Lal decided to start this war.

Leaving the castle guarded by the peak, the stone city wall could not stop the hungry Zerg at all, and the rock wall more than ten meters high only needed a few ups and downs for the high-level Zerg.

However, to its irritation, the Templars standing on the walls were more tenacious than it had expected.

A sword sliced through a high-level zerg that rushed up the city wall, the acting city lord of the Holy City, Rashif personally stood at the forefront of the defense line, the white sanctuary uniform was already stained with a lot of emerald green insect fluid, and the blue lightsaber was as bright and firm as the blue pupils under his mask.

"Xiao An, stay close to me, watch your back!"

The blue light slashed straight down, and the warrior called Xiao An immediately approached Rashif, and if it weren't for this sword, the sneak attack lurker would have almost succeeded.

There was no time to say thanks, and the two leaned side by side, firmly guarding the most ferocious point of the Zerg's attack.

Rashif is like a god of war, no matter how many zergs fly up the city wall, they can always be cut down by him with one blow, his strength evokes the boiling momentum of the Templars, although Rashif is not a peak powerhouse, but he also has a terrifying strength up to level nine.

This is the strongest warrior in the entire white-clothed sanctuary except for the city lord.

"Hold the point in pairs! Shut out these goddamn mincks, and don't forget that you have your own family and your friends behind you! Shouting, Rashef's confident demeanor gestured.

Perhaps because Xiao An was by his side, he was more keen to show his majesty.

Xiao An couldn't see her face clearly, and she was also wearing a Templar mask, with a pair of crystal blue pupils, long blond hair, and delicate skin that was occasionally exposed, which may prove her status as a woman.

If Lin is the patron saint of the Holy City, then Xiao An's existence is the goddess in the minds of all Templars. Her gentleness, her kindness, and her radiant countenance have made countless Templars fall in love with and intoxicate her.

But the warriors only buried their longing in their hearts, because they knew that among the young people of the entire Holy City, the only one who could match Xiao An was the powerful acting city lord Rashif.

And Rashph's feelings for Xiao An are also like what a soldier thinks, as long as there is a battle, he will not allow Xiao An to cooperate with anyone in the battle, Xiao An belongs to him, and only he is qualified to protect Xiao An, he has always thought so, and has always done so.

"Be careful!" Pulling the somewhat distracted Rashif hard behind his back, Xiao An strode to block the Zerg who was breaking through the front, only to see a blood-red brilliance flashing in his knowledge, and a high-level Zerg who was rushing was cut into two pieces by her in the middle.

The click of the machine opening was endless, and in just a few eyes, several high-level zergs fell to the city with a wail.

As soon as these Zerg died, the pressure on the defense line of the city wall suddenly lightened. The delicate and extremely streamlined mechanical arm slowly dripped insect fluid, and Xiao An's strength aroused the high-pitched morale of the soldiers.

They chanted Xiao An's name, and fought with all their might, as if only to attract a little attention from her.

"Be careful next time." Whispering softly, Xiao An withdrew the sharp blade that popped out of the mechanical arm of his left arm, this mechanical arm was powerful and terrifying, but it was a little strange that its size did not match Xiao An's figure, overly flamboyant and domineering, like a weapon belonging to a man.

"It's okay, because I know you." Rashph grinned and slapped his big hand on Ann's shoulder.

Xiao Ann inadvertently got rid of Rashif's palm, she didn't like Rashif's ambiguous words, but no matter how many times she said it, Lashif wouldn't listen. And in fact, she doesn't need Lash to take care of her, in her opinion, in terms of the ability to fight head-on, she and Lashf are just between them, and when she and Lashf cooperate together, she mostly covers Lashef.

"It's time to fight, you have to distinguish the occasion." Even if she didn't want to, Xiao An's words were still calm and gentle, and Rashif had helped her a lot, and she should be the same.

"I know, I know." Rashif smiled, and took the opportunity to touch Xiao An's long golden hair again.

"The battle is not over yet, Aunt Lin is not here, I hope you can cheer up, the soldiers are watching you, after all, the acting city lord is you, not me." flashed away again, and Xiao An's words this time were a little repulsive.

She wouldn't fail to see what Lashif meant to her, but Ann didn't actually like Lashiff, and although he was a good and the best of the Templars in every way, she always felt that Lashf was a bit naïve, and always did something excessive, regardless of the occasion.

She had always thought of him as an older brother in her heart, but at times, Rashf was more like a younger brother.

"Okay, okay." Twice hidden, Rashif couldn't help but smile bitterly.

And at this moment, Xiao An, who had just repelled the first wave of Zerg attacks, suddenly found an endless plain, and in the dark and boundless insect tide, there was a human figure who was extremely abrupt.

"Look! It's a human being! "The sharp-eyed warriors also noticed this.

"Oops! He's in danger. Come on, come with me out of town to get him back!" Xiao An only hesitated a little and made a decisive decision.

Saving people and healing people has always been the precept of the White Templar Church, and for the same clan, I am afraid that no organization will take it more seriously than the White Templar, they often pay a lot of price in order to save an unrelated stranger, and it is precisely by virtue of this that the people who are willing to stay in the White Templar will have a strong centripetal force towards this organization.

"Xiao An! You can't go, it's too dangerous! Rashif was about to refuse, but at this time, Xiao An had already jumped out of the wall.

"Damn it!" He could only curse in a low voice, and jumped down with Xiao An, "Everyone listen to the order, guard the city wall for me!" Just leave that person to us! ”

The black pressure insect tide suddenly became restless because of the addition of these two people.

At this time, Fan, who was marching alone in the Insect Army, was a little bored studying a Zerg commander he had dragged from somewhere.

This commander was screaming in horror, but the puppy-like body was firmly grasped by Fan, as a commander as high as level eight, it should have been the highest status existence in the entire insect army in addition to the commander of Lal Laer, and it was also the existence that directly commanded the attack of the entire insect army.

But that's it, at this time, it was dying, and it was caught in the hands of Fan, and the commander had always hidden in the depths of the insect army, the most difficult position to find, and until it was captured by Fan, it didn't believe that anyone could approach it quietly.

Fan Zheng is curious to study the commander in his hands, in fact, now he is very interested in the body structure of any zerg, since he successfully tamed Borahel, he began to have a strong interest in all things about the zerg, this is a strong race, stronger than humans, although he does not want to admit this, but the facts are the facts, especially after he obtained the power of origin.

Pinch the dying commander to death, take out its field insect crystal, and throw it aside, devouring an eighth-level commander can no longer improve any of his abilities, for a peak life, all under the peak are ants.

He didn't deliberately exude the aura of the peak, but instead concealed his strength, only in this way could he quietly approach any unit he wanted to approach.

So when the commander in his hands threw the corpse, the zerg around him, both let out a shout of choosing people to devour, and there was a moment of fear.

Originally, his itinerary was well planned, and when he "studied" the last sub-peak Zerg, this time the insect tide would be over, but there always seemed to be people who were unwilling to let things be solved so simply.

Looking at the two of them jumping off the city wall, Fan had a feeling of crying and laughing. With his hearing, he naturally heard the conversation between these people.

But as his gaze inadvertently swept over the Templar who had jumped down first, his otherwise calm pupils suddenly flashed!

For above her left arm, Van saw something that he was extremely familiar with.

Perfect streamline, crimson like lava marks, domineering and hideous dark black shape, sharp and bloody jagged blades.

Annoyed!

Brahman would never admit his mistake. (To be continued.) )