The mage prepared his spellcasting scroll and wand, scolded a few flustered apprentices, and began to take a look at the situation in the tent, the herald who returned had quickly returned, and the mage had already known the general situation now, through the window, the mage looked at a silent Yin Ghost man station with some concern, and for the sake of safety, he ordered the herald to take his own warrant and go to the "black road" through the portal to ask for help, first of all, to ensure the absolute safety of the portal.

Then he ordered several heralds to go everywhere, pacify the ministries, and strictly order the ministries to hold their own stations, as long as the reinforcements of the "black road" arrive, the thirty-six elite guards who are now holding the portal can be liberated as a mobile force, plus more than twenty spider-eating beast knights rise into the air, as long as Fernande's side restrains the main force of the barbarians, even if the slaves riot is not a big deal.

After the mage gave the order, he calmed the somewhat uneasy apprentices and began to cast various protective spells, and finally pulled off an eyelash with grinned teeth, and began to cast a high-level invisibility technique, and after hiding his body, he let several apprentices take magic wands and walk out by himself.

"The Bedeaux are not slaves!" Link shouted, while manipulating "Hope" to kick away a reloading Santarin Crossbowman, just a crossbow arrow shot straight at Link's eyebrows, if it weren't for Link's heartfelt raising of the captured steel shield in his hand, I'm afraid Link's journey through the journey would be over, and now Link is also wearing chain mail, wearing a black steel helmet, a steel shield in his left hand, a scimitar in his right hand, and a bow and quiver on his back, looking like an elite of the Santarin Society. Link thinks that with his current level of half-spellcasting, instead of being a mage who may drop his chain at any time, it is better to ride "Hope" as a charging cavalry.

The soldiers of the Santarin Society on this side of the pit were originally very limited, and the captain who led the team was a little incompetent, facing the surging camel barbarian cavalry, and looking at the surging slaves, he was quite at a loss, more than a dozen elite soldiers spontaneously rushed forward to resist, but they were quickly divided and surrounded by Link using the advantage of numbers, and after paying the loss of three freemen killed in the battle, these dozen elite soldiers left seven corpses, hurriedly retreated, and withdrew to a stone house under the cover of each other. Link ignored them and led the team to continue the charge.

The captain of the Santarin Society finally made the right choice at this time, although the loss of more than ten soldiers, but more than ten patrolling stragglers and wanderers came here to join the team, the captain's soldiers recovered to more than thirty people, plus less than twenty people of the Bedai overseers, facing more than 300 Bedai slaves, if there were no Bedai camel cavalry, the captain was confident that he would lead his subordinates to slaughter these more than 300 thin slaves with pickaxes in a quarter of an hour. But with the addition of the Bedai camel cavalry, the tide of battle could change.

The captain pondered for a moment, ordered the use of fire glue to burn the strong ropes of the two elevators, forcibly recruited several low-level dwarf mages and dwarf mining instructors who operated the dwarf steam machinery into the team, and led the team into a stone house dedicated to placing unearthed items, blocked several steam machines in front of the house, expelled the overseers of Bei Dai, and began to hold on.

Overseer Bede, watching the silence and subtlety of his people, begged the captain to open the door, but received no answer, so he took a scimitar and a whip and retreated to a wooden warehouse with coal, linen bags, and various tools, and shivered and prayed to Bane to bless him.

The bald priest's mount was stabbed by three spears at the same time, and fell to the ground with a hiss, the priest deftly flashed to the side, not pressed by the mount, the violent action made the priest a little panting, he had just seized the door at the gate, and now he immediately got on the horse to lead the charge, he couldn't help but be a little tired, the screams of the riders around him made the priest come back to his senses, the elite of the Santarin Society was indeed unusual after the formation, and the face of the galloping cavalry did not change, the sharp spear and the crossbow arrows in the rear were shot at the same time, and the chainmail cavalry of the wedge-shaped charge immediately fell seven or eight people, and the elite of the Santarin Society also had several people pressed down by the fallen mounts, and a few of them were spitting blood, apparently hurting the internal organs. The remaining cavalry lost its speed advantage, and the two sides began to enter a stalemate.

The priest glanced at the mage who was leading more than thirty people to leave, nodded, used the enchanted scimitar to cut off a piercing spearhead, flashed a fast-shooting crossbow arrow, turned back and loudly ordered the cavalry to retreat and regroup, and then began to chant incantations to prepare to cast a magic spell, the chief of the tribe is leading more than thirty people to attack the enemy's flank, the formation of the Santarinhui seems to be loose, but as long as the camel rider approaches, he will stab the scimitar in several directions at the same time, and the crossbow arrow will also be shot inside the formation, and the scimitar hand will put down the steel shield and roll to the ground to chop the camel's leg, constantly provoking the Santarinhui with the desert nomadic tactics of sports archery, hoping to cause the other side to waver.

The bald priest was chanting a spell, a black negative energy ray shot out from the formation of the Santarin Society, the priest did not dodge or dodge and continued to cast the spell, the bright anti-death barrier flickered and suddenly appeared, neutralizing the negative energy ray, and the next moment, the flame attack cast by the bald priest was successful! A huge dazzling pillar of fire fell from the sky, with a holy light, and hit the elite of the Santarin Society in a dense formation, a heart-rending scream came, the flames dispersed, and more than ten Santalin elites were killed or seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness, this is still the case that all these elites have the professional level of warriors above the first level of soldiers, and have excellent armor, if it is a group of militia, it will definitely cause greater casualties.

To the surprise of the bald priest, after encountering such a serious attrition in battle, the formation of the Santarin Society was still maintained, and the warriors in the rear quickly filled the gap in front, and some crossbowmen even withdrew their bows and crossbows behind their backs, picked up the spears on the ground, and consciously maintained the balance of the troops.

The chieftain on the flank was very excited when he saw the casualties of the Santarin Society, and began to order his subordinates to carry out a strong attack! The scimitar warriors simply abandoned the camels that were very obstructive in front of the formation and fought on foot, and the chief personally led the team to carry out the assault, but still only maintained the basic formation and rushed forward.

The bald priest stopped the charge of the chainmail cavalry, and wanted to perform the flame strike again, but was interrupted by the crossbow arrows of the Santarin Society, and had to dodge, an order came from the center of the Santarin Society's formation, and the entire formation began to move forward, and the soldiers of the Santalin Society on the flanks fought with the chieftain while walking sideways forward, and the bald priest on the front began to flee backwards in embarrassment in the face of the seven or eight spears and more crossbow arrows that stabbed over.

The Humpty Dumpty Chief shouted at the somewhat cowering subordinates, encouraging them to step up their attack on the Santarinhui's array, a black-red beam of light shot out from the center of the Santarinhui's formation, and changed direction from the air and projected in front of the team led by the Humpty Dumpty Chieftain, the black-red beam turned into a translucent black ball, which increased rapidly in the air like foam, and floated in front of many warriors, and the translucent black ball exploded violently in front of the warriors, shooting out many translucent black spikes, ferociously shooting towards the chests of the warriors, causing minor injuries to the group！

The chief staggered, gritted his teeth and suffered the damage without making a sound, but the subordinate warriors let out a ghost crying wolf howl, which was extraordinarily infiltrating, the chief was suffering the injury, while secretly scolding the subordinates who were not angry, after a while, the spell passed, the chief felt a little weak, the sturdy body did not suffer too much damage, checked his subordinates slightly, and found that no one died, and the people who were hit by the spell were only injured, the chief howled, encouraging his subordinates to be a little frightened, and charged again to fight with the Santarin.

The chainmail cavalry began to charge from the front, and the bald priest watched several more riders fall to the ground with great distress, shook his head and didn't think about it anymore, wanting to end the battle as soon as possible and start to cast the next magic spell.

Link looked at the burned elevator, his heart sank, the slaves of Bei Dai lost their supervision and also flocked to the elevator, waved to Link and the others, and kept praying for Link to help them up, looking at the noisy pit below, Link ignored the noisy slaves, but kept checking the surrounding of the pit, the pit is very huge, it is difficult to imagine that it was excavated by pure manpower in a short time, it is certain that the excavation process must have been made with the help of magic, the depth of the pit is about twenty meters, the surrounding is very smooth, in order to prevent collapse, wooden beams and planks are laid in some parts, from top to bottom, you can barely climb down, but it is impossible to climb up from the bottom to the top because of the angle problem.

The situation is very critical now, Link came here to free the slaves, so that the slaves can flood the entire camp and plunge the camp into chaos, so that he can take the opportunity to attack the portal, mount corral, warehouse, etc., these important targets, not to go down and attack the Santarin garrison that is a shrunken turtle, if he can't get up, then what's the point of Link delaying time? Now the battle situation is changing every second.

The one-eyed old Joe obviously saw Link's predicament, and couldn't help but suggest, "Shall we throw the rope down?"

Link grimaced, shook his head, and said, "We don't have that many ropes that long, we don't have that much time, and I'm afraid those slaves don't have that much strength. ”

Niata looked at the puffy eye bubbles below, and the scrawny slaves also frowned: "Then let's hurry up." ”

Looking at the place where the garrison below was guarding, Link's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the dwarf machine and said, "That thing seems to be very interesting." ”

On the battlefield on the other side, the figure of the bald priest was stunned, and a lightning bolt shot out of the air, because of the shouts of soldiers on both sides, the bald priest could not hear the mage's incantation, although the heavy divine power shield protected the priest and did not let him be hurt too much, but the priest was still inevitably numb all over, and the incantation he chanted was also interrupted, and the divine power was reversed, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The priest staggered, stood up straight, and began to chant the incantation, a strange sound began to linger in the priest's ears, the priest understood that this was the mage performing the illusion to hide his position, the priest glanced at the battle formation of the Santarinhui, several mage apprentices and guards actually succeeded in merging with the moving battle array, their own side did not even pay attention, with the participation of the mage apprentice, the form became more and more critical, the priest calmed down and continued to chant the incantation.

The invisible mage is very dangerous for the average magic caster, the general magic caster does not have the ability to see through the invisibility, and can only use it at close range to break the invisibility, if the mage is a little farther away, it will have no effect, but the bald head sacrifice has no concerns about this.

The priest's deity is the god of justice, Tyr, also known as the remnant god, who lost his right hand in the battle with the Chaos Dogs, and was gouged out by the god Io in a turbulent year to punish him for failing to find the thief who stole the tablet of fate.

The priest cast a magic spell, and sure enough, he saw the mage, who was standing in front of the priest, burning up a scroll and making a roaring motion. The priest was just about to step forward, the roaring spell was activated, the priest's heavy divine shield began to shatter, the priest was pushed aside by all kinds of things, the piercing sound waves echoed in the priest's ears, the priest knew that he was temporarily deaf, staggered, and the priest saw the mage burrow into the flickering dimensional door and disappear.

The priest understands that his time is running out, the mage and the priest of the Santarin Society have converged, his identity as the priest of Tyr must have been exposed, and his ability to see through the invisible has a time limit, and now he is deaf again, and he can't even hear the mage's close reciting incantations, and his defeat is already a matter of time, and he is not ready to remove the unpopular magic of deafness, the priest sighs and begins to cast the fire spell.

When did he bask in the glory of the God of Justice?" thought to the priest as he looked at his foe scorched by the flames.

"It shouldn't be like this. Seeing the ancestral spirit tearing the sacrifice to pieces, the young priest thought, this is the ancestral spirit?

The ancestral spirits, who were supposed to protect the tribesmen, asked the tribe to worship the tribal boys and girls every year, and after the sacrifice ceremony, the ancestral spirits would cruelly eat the sacrifices, all of which made the priests feel puzzled and frightened, but the priests could only bury these things in their hearts.

Until one day, the doubtful priest met a crippled old man in the desert, without a right hand, and his eyes were wrapped in gauze, and the priest took pity on him and gave him food and water, and the old man gave the priest a book in return, "You have justice and mercy in your heart." The old man commented.

The priest read the book boredly, "The book of justice, that's interesting. The priest thought with some amusement.

Looking at the unheard of things such as mercy, justice, law, and justice in the book, the priest absorbed it hungrily, and felt more and more the cruelty and hypocrisy of the ancestral spirit.

The priests began to promote mercy, justice, and law among the tribes, and the priest's teacher and the chieftain of the time decided not to tolerate the priests anymore, and the priests were about to break with the ancestral spirits.

"You say you are a believer in the true God?" asked the priest's teacher, mocking confusion.

The priest nodded calmly.

"Are believers of the true God afraid of the flames?"

Without waiting for the priest to reply, the chief replied: "It is not possible for a believer in the true God to be burned to death. ”

The fire and the cross were immediately prepared, and the chief and the teacher sneered and watched as the priest was tied, and the chief himself poured camel oil on the priest, and the teacher lit the fire.

Flames rose from all directions, a puff of smoke rose and a fierce flame engulfed the priest, the light of the flames illuminating the night of the oasis as if another sun had risen.

Throughout the night, the flames went from nascent to gorgeous, from brilliant to fierce, from fierce to decaying, from declining to silent.

In the early morning, the onlookers had long since dispersed, leaving only the embers of the fire, and the tribesmen were busy.

"He's alive!" shouted a shepherd slave.

The tribesmen stopped and watched as an ash-stained arm stretched out of the embers, leaving the priest unscathed, and the tribesmen knelt before the priest, and the glory of Tyr bloomed in the Wild Cow Desert.

A stumbling bolt struck the priest from behind, and the priest's ears buzzed, and he turned around, not surprisingly not finding the mage, "When the time comes, may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven." The priest thought calmly.

The priest shouted the name of Tyr and rushed to the Santarim army, the cavalry suffering heavy losses from the magic apprentices and the army, they were talking in panic, and the chieftain rushed towards them.

Another bolt of lightning struck the priest, scorching his back, the priest couldn't feel the pain anymore, several spears stabbed at the priest, the priest calmly let the spears penetrate his body, so that he could get closer to the other party, looking at the other party's panicked eyes, the priest sighed, laughed and detonated the divine power.

When he came to his senses, the priest was already standing on the Heavenly Mountain.

The Akong gods flew in the air, the trumpeter oracle blew the horn, the flowers and light lingered around the priest, the beautiful music echoed in his ears, and the priest couldn't help but rejoice when he saw the heavenly mountain recorded in the scriptures appear in front of him.

The priest saw the old man again, full of light and indescribable, and at the sight of this figure, both familiar and unfamiliar, the priest froze, and the old man smiled and stretched out his hand.

The priest wept with joy and fell down before the old man with reverence.

Heaven thundered with joy.