"Obey orders!" Dwight raised his arm upward, as if to order his men, in order to threaten the phalanx of the church. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But the soldiers seemed to look at each other, and not one of them responded to his order.

Imperceptibly, a hint of cunning flashed in the eyes of Dwight's adjutant not far away, as if he was watching his superior's good play.

It seemed that Bishop Garcia was also really angry by the actions of the small "city defense army" junior officer in front of him, and with a wave of the scepter in his hand, a divine power suddenly enveloped Dwight.

Although Dwight, whose strength is around the fourth level, is known for his strength among the low-level generals of the "City Defense Army", this strength is not enough when facing a strong man at the level of a "bishop".

Suddenly, the commander of the "city defense army" trembled on horseback, as if under some major pressure, and in the blink of an eye, his hole cards were all out, and even his fighting spirit was released to relieve the heavy pressure he was subjected to.

This Bishop Garcia is also detached, and he has an extremely good control of power, and he has tightly shrouded all his power on Dwight alone! Even the war horse under his crotch has not been affected at all, and fortunately it has not been affected, otherwise Dwight would have fallen to the point of being turned on his back by now.

Dwight, who originally looked down on the power of the "church", deeply felt the strength of "Bishop Garcia" and the fear of the true strength of the church!

In an instant, beads of sweat the size of beans continued to fall from his forehead, and his body was also trembling like chaff, seeing that he was about to fall off his horse. This is the real power of the church! It is not at all comparable to those low-level "pastors" and "chanters" who only loot finances!!

"Two adults, two adults are angry, aren't we here to suppress the bandits, the overall situation is important, the overall situation is important!" Little Randall on the side saw this tense situation, and hurriedly came out and diluted the mud. As a businessman who has been deeply rooted in the true heritage of the elder Randall since he was a child, little Randall is the most despised of this kind of meaningless fight.

"Isn't it good to be harmonious?!" thought little Randall in pain.

"Everyone is running for the same purpose, first to destroy the heinous bandits!" said little Randall to the crowd as he rode to Bishop Garcia.

"Uncle Garcia, you promised me to avenge me!" said little Randall with great sincerity.

Seeing that Randall Jr. made a persuasion, Bishop Garcia also gave a face and relaxed his authority on Dwight.

Suddenly, Dwight felt light, lying on the back of the horse and gasping for breath, on the one hand, he was extremely grateful for the steps given by little Randall, and at the same time, he also deeply felt the horror of Bishop Garcia and the fear of the other party's own behavior.

For a small general like him who only has a fourth-level strength, there is no way to face a strong man who is about to touch the boundary of the Holy Domain.

With a cold snort, Bishop Garcia rode back to the church camp, leaving behind a dwight-dressed man who was lying on horseback like a dead dog.

----------------------------------

At the same time, it was still in that deep courtyard.

Although it was already eight or nine o'clock in the morning, there was really no sunlight shining in the courtyard, and it was pitch black, as if it was still in the night.

Candles made from a mixture of unknown spices are lit, and the house is filled with smoke.

The old man in the costume still maintained the same movements as last time, as if an old monk had entered the meditation, as if he was cultivating, or thinking about something.

"My lord, this 'city defense army' promoted a so-called stunned Qing Dwight to be the leader of the bandits, it won't cause any trouble to your 'big plan', right?!" The lean man who looked like a henchman on the side threw out such a question.

Slowly opening his eyes, the old man in the costume glanced at him, shook his head, and said slowly: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"But this Dwight doesn't seem to have any brains except for a little strength?" I heard that the church is led by Bishop Garcia, who is also hot-tempered, will these two parties who don't deal with each other very much .................." The lean man said all the doubts in his heart in one breath, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a few words from the old man in fancy clothes.

"What about fighting?!Someone has to be the 'wronged leader', right?"

"Besides, this Garcia didn't dare to kill him in public. The old man in Chinese clothes picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of tea gently, and gasped comfortably, as if he was not too worried about the arrangements of the "city defense army".

"What the are you doing?!"

What do you mean.............. This 'city defense army' is trying to pull this stunned young man as a 'scapegoat'?!!" The thin man on the side seemed to suddenly realize.

"This 'city lord' is the old fox! It's not enough to get a lot of benefits from us, but you can even use this to eradicate dissidents and kill two birds with one stone!" the old man sighed as he spoke.

Stepping forward in person, the old man in Huafu tore open an unknown material bag and poured it into the tea he had just taken a sip of, and suddenly, the clear tea became rich.

"This 'city lord' is going to kill them all! There are not a few lower-born generals in this 'border city', so aren't they all from his faction?!" The thin henchman seemed to express his sympathy for the generals who were born in the civilian ranks.

"That's not our business. The old man in the Chinese costume drank all the strong tea in the cup, and made a refreshing sound, as if his spirit was also strong.

The old man suddenly seemed to remember something again.

"Jiang Yan, is Jiang Yan already set off?!" It seems that this question is what the old man in Huafu is most concerned about.

As a confidant, the thin man naturally understood the master's worries best, so he hurriedly replied: "If you go back to the adult, you will set off early in the morning!"

"Together, there are hundreds of dead soldiers, they are definitely all cultivated by us since childhood, and they have no name and no surname...................." The henchman wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the silence of the old man in Chinese clothes.

"That's good, that's good!" Receiving a satisfactory answer, and without listening to his confidant's words, the old man stretched, walked through the courtyard, and walked slowly to the door.

The sun was shining outside the door, but he didn't seem to be comfortable with it.

However, it seems that this old man, who has lived in the dark all year round, is about to stand in the sun.