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The people shifted their gaze to the city of the undead, empty and without a single undead, and the eerie situation was reminiscent of the scene outside the forest, always looking out of the city of Trox.

After a long time, there was still no trace of abnormality, some bold people broke in under the onlookers, and it didn't take long to walk out with gold and silver treasures, with a smile on their faces, and suddenly the whole camp exploded, and people broke into it to loot all the valuables in the city.

"Even if it's just leaving now, it's very profitable, hahaha. An adventurer with a large bag of treasures on his back laughed, even when he went to explore the ruins before, he had never gained so much treasure.

"Let's take these treasures and go quickly, or what will we do when the Templars come and confiscate them?" The thief-eyed man was also carrying a large bag of treasures, fearing that someone would rob him, and he watched vigilantly about the wind and grass around him.

This group of low-level adventurers and mercenaries all had the idea of retreating, and with such a bumper harvest, there was no need to risk their lives to investigate the movements of the Knights Templar.

The camp was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, but in one corner, a group of slightly pale-skinned men gritted their teeth at the group of 'bandits'

On a hill far from the camp stood a strange group of figures, who listened to the cheers of the camp below the hill without joy or sorrow, and gazed at the distant mountain gate.

"Mr. Banklord, are you not interested in the humans of that valley?" asked the modest bard, sitting beside a man with a vicissitude on his face.

"Haven't you heard a word, Mr. Slander, that too much curiosity will only lead you into dangerous situations, and there are some things that you should not ask. Banclaude threw a few twigs into the fire in front of him, and the light of the fire shone on his vicissitudes of life, and a mature hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

"But I've also heard the saying that curiosity is the source of our human progress, and the foundation of humanity's ability to transcend other races and reach the supremacy it is today. Slander swept the strings of the lute at random, and the maple-colored hair ran vertically from the wide-brimmed hat, and a few beautiful feathers stuck in the brim.

"Mr. Slander, please put away your boring curiosity, it is dangerous there, not the place to satisfy your curiosity. Banclaude looked a little unhappy, and Slander shut his mouth in amusement.

People in a hurry

Please stop

You will hear the messenger of Flora, the goddess of flowers

Confessions in loneliness and loneliness

Quietly I left

As I came quietly

The moment of parting

It will make the chrysanthemums around you bloom beautifully

Cross the plains where the heroes slumber

Walk through a demon-infested valley

I'm for every silent land

brought Flora's blessings.....

The sound of the lute sounded, and the beautiful song spread throughout the hills, and the members of the team who were doing nothing looked back at Slander.

The setting sun slowly sank to the song of Slander.

At that moment, the sound of horses' hooves from the far west pierced the sky and broke Slander's performance.

The people of the forest climbed up to the trees to watch, and a golden light streaked across them, and a large number of Templars rushed towards them in high spirits, and the sound of frantic horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and the ground began to shake slightly.

The eyes of the hidden powerhouses narrowed slightly, and they finally came.

"Looks like a lot of people are coming up for us, hahaha. Modar smiled heartily, and the Grand Knight Captain behind him also smiled heartily.

The Knights Templar rushed into the forest without stopping, and the weak adventurers and mercenaries turned pale and their hearts beat violently, and the pressure of facing the Knights Templar was far greater than they had imagined.

"It's been a long time, but it still looks like a dragon and a tiger. A sturdy old man with gray hair stepped out, as if unaffected by the Templars' imposing presence.

"You don't want to stay at home, what are you doing here?" said Modal, who jumped off his steed and walked briskly towards the little old man, who was a bear hug.

"You still say me? I want to ask you what you're trying to do, why do you suddenly take the whole Knights Templar to such a remote place?" the little old man pushed Modar away with a look of disgust, and patted the dust off his body.

"Hah! You're so good, you're waiting for me at our target point in advance. Modal's big rough hand clapped the little old man's shoulder, each beat like a big drum, and the heavy sound shook the hearts of the onlookers, revealing a pained expression.

I fantasize that if I slapped myself on myself, I am afraid that I would have been shot apart a long time ago, who is that little old man? He can talk and laugh with the Grand Master of the Templar Order.

The little old man grabbed Modal's big hand that he was about to slap again, and said with a look of disgust: "The stinky problem of liking to use hands and feet has not changed at all. ”

"Don't flirt with you, we're still here. Pushing away the crowd of onlookers, the white-robed old man with a red face and white beard walked out with a wooden staff.

"What is this? Is Oneiroi kidding me? You old turtle crawled out of your shell?" said Modal with a merciless sneer.

Modar made such an analogy, and those onlookers looked at the appearance of the white-robed old man carefully, which indeed looked like a turtle, and when they heard the people around him laughing, the white-robed old man immediately became angry.

"You gray-haired gorilla, peel off your thick fur and look for lice!"

The onlookers' eyes shifted to Modar again, and saw that the hair that had not been trimmed for a long time did look like lice, but for this group of low-level people, lice on their bodies were not a big deal, so the white-robed old man was completely defeated.

"Is this a debate meeting? ha. "The strong man with a beard on his face, before the person arrived, the deafening voice arrived first.

The strong gathered more and more, and the onlookers on the side vaguely felt bad, and secretly left the scene with oil on the soles of their feet.

Several powerful momentum collided, forming a huge energy cyclone, the white clouds in the sky rolled up, and a deep and dark vortex appeared in the sky above, many people began to regret why they didn't slip away earlier, if these strong men fought, the aftermath alone would have killed them hundreds of times.

The group of pale skinned people in the camp looked at each other as if to communicate something, and their figures disappeared without anyone noticing.

"Don't forget the real purpose. Ban Claude scratched his head and walked to the center of the strong and persuaded.

"Ban Claude, why are you here? You are here—" The bearded man was so rough in his face, his eyes narrowed slyly, and he retracted his momentum.

"Yes, we're all here. A sparse voice came from around the strong men, and a righteous gunman, a strange man full of tattoos, an alien sitting on a magic carpet floating in the air (another name for humans in the southern countries), an exposed young man with white hair and golden eyes, and a royal sister mage with a devilish body walked behind the strong men.