Fenander was anxious when he heard the alarm, and subconsciously thought that it was a ghost man, but after hearing the content of the alarm, he couldn't help but feel a burst of surprise in his heart.

While ordering the herald to go out to investigate the situation, Fernande woke up the dazed mage, and at the same time prepared to go to the barracks to sit down, looking at the mage who was hurriedly preparing the scroll and wand, Fernande sighed in his heart, his own mage's combat effectiveness has dropped by at least half, and he has used up a large number of spell slots today in order to maintain many traps and spell alerts, and now there is no time to replenish at all.

The mage needs to use the spell book to engrave the spell to the soul every morning, and the number of spells available every day is also a certain amount, the smarter the mage, the more spells can be used, and the mage can only prepare today's spells after getting up after getting up after sufficient rest, and the current mage cannot prepare new spells due to lack of rest time, so he can only use his remaining spells and spell scrolls today.

Let the mage sit in command, Fernande prepared for a while, and walked in the direction of the barracks, subconsciously he still thought that it was the ghost people who were doing something, so from the window, he saw a large number of Santarin troops surrounding the garrison of the ghosts, not only did not order them to be removed, but nodded and ordered the troops guarding the portal to strengthen their vigilance, and walked to the barracks, while walking, thinking about whether to report to Danzoka, but thinking of Danzoka's gloomy face, he couldn't help but be shocked, and wanted to report when the situation was clear, but thinking that if it was really the ghost people who were in trouble, the ghost people in the exploration team would definitely make some moves, and Fernande couldn't make up his mind for a while, which was not ordered for a long time.

Link led the team into the camp, the plan was very smooth, there was no brigade of the Santalin Society in front of him, only a few panicked vassal cavalry, not even horses, and were shot by the one-eyed old Qiao in a daze.

Although it went well, Lincoln was still very anxious in his heart, Santarin would be so lax just by being caught off guard, the opponent's personnel were unknown, the high-level combat power was unknown, and it was undoubtedly a fool's dream to want to destroy the other party in one battle, the biggest strategic purpose of this battle was to destroy the portal that Link insisted on must have, followed by the camp of the Santarin Society's mount, it would be better if it could instigate a slave rebellion.

Link led his team towards the interior of the camp while shouting: "The Bedeads are not slaves! The Bedeads are not slaves!" At Link's behest, dozens of subordinates also began to shout, and the reinforcements who followed behind also began to shout, and for a while the camp was full of uniform slogans.

There was some commotion among the hundreds of Bedai slaves who worked overnight in the pits, most of these slaves were captured by the Santarin Society from the south, transported to the "Black Road" to the death, and sent here as slaves through the portal, followed by the first prisoners of war of the tribe to be conquered in this area, although they were tame on the surface, as if they had accepted their fate, but the yearning for freedom in the hearts of the Bedai people was also extremely strong, who would like to be a slave in the descendants of the desert?

The overseers of Bedai whipped the sluggish slaves with some horror, and the overseers, who had been naturalized for many years and had a small family in the "Black Road" trading post, did not feel the sound of their compatriots, but were very frightened, like civilized people who were frightened by the barbarians, and did not remember that they were once one of them, and the elite of the Santarin, who were very few in number. He clenched his weapons and looked at the slaves with great vigilance, even staring at the overseers with some suspicion, not caring that the overseers looked hurt as a result.

Hearing the shouts of the Bedees, Fernande was first very surprised, and then a kind of anger, "The Ghost People are just that, they are the remnants of Nessreel, and even the Bedai barbarians dare to sneak attack!" The angry Fernande felt a sense of humiliation of being despised as if he were in a religious school, when the teacher always favored his classmates who were more talented than himself.

Thinking that he had lost his comrades during the day, and had run back with the team, and now that the Bedeaux had the audacity to come to the door, Fernand felt the blood rush to the top of his head, and ordered the entire team in the barracks to go out and kill the damned Bedai barbarians with him.

There were more than forty elite infantry stationed in the barracks, most of them were Fernande's subordinates led during the day, and more than twenty spider-eating beast knights hurried to the mount station, ready to take off to fight, Fernande joined a patrol inside the camp, the team reached more than sixty people, and then performed the magic of manipulating the dead corpse, controlled the ten heavily armored skeleton soldiers on the periphery of the barracks, and killed them murderously.

Link hurriedly lowered his body and let go of a short spear, and the spear-throwing Santarinhui infantry quickly rolled on the ground, thinking that he could avoid the galloping dark horse, "Hope" But suddenly changed his position while galloping, the obsidian hooves kicked the soldier's head fiercely, the soldier tried in vain to block with his hands, but still did not block the hard gold stone hooves, let out a short scream and his brain burst to death, Link Horse looked at the surrounding situation, the Scattered Tallinn patrol encountered had been wiped out, but it also inevitably brought casualties, two freedmen were cut off camel legs, just stood up and did not wait for their own support, they were killed by the elite of the skilled Scatter Tallinn Society, and a warrior was shot through the neck by a wanderer hiding in the shadows。

Regardless of resting, Link led the team to continue the assault, there was already a noise in the pit in the center of the camp, the slave of Bedai should be there, Link still decided to instigate the slave first, and then attack other targets, otherwise the casualties would be too great, if the casualties on his side were too large, I am afraid that the allies would not hesitate to eat their side.

Fenander watched the camel cavalry of the brigade rush to the central pit, and saw more barbarians rushing into the gate, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, the barbarians had more troops than he thought, and he should ask the "Black Road" to send a guard to ensure the safety of the portal, although the strength of the organization is tense now, but the guards of dozens of people can still be drawn, I hope the mage is calm-headed, don't be as impulsive as himself.

Looking at the camel cavalry that was gradually moving away, and the hundreds of barbarian cavalry that were gradually approaching, Fernande sneered in his heart, although his side was full of infantry, but barbarians were barbarians, and they couldn't defeat civilized people!

The chainmail cavalry began to rush in a wedge-shape, the scimitar camel warriors were surrounded by two wings, the elite crossbowmen of the Santarin Society began to shoot the scimitar warriors with thinner armor, from time to time someone fell from the camel, and some chainmail cavalry also picked up the riding bow, but the iron arrows were blocked by the opponent's delicate steel shields, and the distance gradually narrowed, and the cavalrymen put down their bows and arrows, picked up their spears as cavalry guns, blindfolded the horses, and began to accelerate the charge.

The crossbowmen of the Santarim Order began to return to the team's internal test, and ten skeleton warriors raised their axes to the front, followed by more than twenty elite spears, and just before they were about to collide, one of the Bedai cavalrymen pulled out a holy emblem: a blue shield as the base, and a war hammer engraved with a scale. As a bright light burst out from the emblem, the skeletal warriors of the Santarin Society fell to the ground, but the soldiers did not waver, and stabbed their spears fiercely before the cavalry arrived.