In the camp of the Northern Alliance, Roland and his brothers were finally ready, and they all approached the side of the door curtain, seven or eight pairs of eyes staring through the tiny slit at the ghoul, enjoying the food. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brothers, kill!" roland shouted, pulling out the dagger at his waist, and the others began to cheer up their own faith.

The ghoul looked up at their tent, his bloody mouth baring his teeth, and a mace in his hand, as if he was unhappy that his meal had been disturbed.

Several other ghouls were also drawn to the cries of Roland and the others, and while the fresh meat was nowhere near as good as rotten meat for them, they were displeased that someone had disturbed their 'elegant' meal.

"Don't be afraid, ghouls just look terrifying, but in fact, they are very weak. Roland didn't know whether he was comforting others or himself, and the hand holding the short knife kept shaking, which revealed his true thoughts.

The ghouls gathered, there were about 12~15 of them, they were holding a mace in one hand, and the other hand and two feet were lying on the ground and advancing, slowly approaching the tent, and they were not in a hurry to rush up, and seemed to enjoy the fear of those guys hiding in the tent very much, just like playing with prey, deliberately slowing down, exacerbating the growth of fear in the hearts of Roland and others.

Many times people are not too afraid when they encounter danger, if it is only for a short moment, people will even subconsciously fight back, but if the danger is slowly approaching in people's eyes, it is completely different, and the preparation time is too long and even the courage to rise will be extinguished.

If the ghouls had rushed up to Roland and the others when they spotted them, then Roland and his brothers would have risen head-on, but these cunning dead creatures knew what other creatures feared of them, and were good at using this to reduce the damage they take.

As the ghouls slowly approached, Roland and the others' hearts also twitched, and this distance was already enough for them to smell the stench in the ghouls' mouths and the smell of blood on their bodies.

"Roar!" a ghoul roared.

The half-beast fox man was directly frightened to the ground, and the weapon in his hand also fell to the side.

The weapon fell to the ground with a crisp sound, like a signal to the ghouls to attack, and the ghouls suddenly flew out of the ground, the wolf's tooth stick raised high, and Roland could even see the minced flesh between the wolf's teeth.

That's it!

Suddenly, a golden javelin burst from a distance, nailing through the four ghouls that jumped on the trajectory in an instant, and the huge force carried the four ghouls straight to the rear.

And that's not all, a few more spears of light flew from afar, pinning the remaining ghouls to the ground.

Roland lifted the tent and walked outside, and in the distance, a group of golden knights galloped towards him with a ferocious momentum.

"Templar...."Roland breathed a sigh of relief, kneeling weakly on the ground, as one of the strongest sub-orcs of the Tiger Man, he is an exception in the clan, he is not as brave and fearless as the other tribesmen, excellent martial arts, and has no ambitions, just wants to hide in a safe place to eat and drink, live a peaceful life, he prefers vegetables and fruits to meat, although the appearance seems to be very bluffing, and the other people also recognize him as a big brother because of this, but in fact he is just a coward.

"We're saved! the Templars are coming!" the fox men shouted in a leap of joy, but the entire Northern Coalition was oppressively quiet, except for their cheers.

Arthur, the knight of light, and the other knight chiefs all noticed the few staggering aliens in the distance, and slowed down, and the simple gate of the Northern Coalition was dug into a large hole by something, and the few cheering aliens were removed, and only corpses and blood flowed in the field.

"Orc, what's going on here?" asked Arthur as he dismounted and picked up Roland, the tiger man on the ground.

"Lord Templar, it's the undead, the undead have attacked our camp. Roland knelt down in front of Arthur and said angrily, and the others followed suit, kneeling on the ground and weeping, hoping that the Templars would see them pity and protect them.

"Get up, get up, rest assured, since we Templars are here, we will never let the evil spirits continue to do evil!" Arthur said with a righteous face, even though the Templars and the Holy See have split, the justice in his heart remains the same.

The other knight captains looked at each other and sighed, looking at the happy faces of the aliens, they really couldn't say that they were here to attack the camp of the Northern Alliance.

However, it seems that the undead have broken up the Northern Alliance, and the task has been completed indirectly, and then it is time for them to penetrate the justice in their hearts.

"Knights, let's split up and sweep away the undead hiding in the camp of the Northern Coalition to see if there are any more survivors. Arthur said.

The other knights did not refuse, and after leaving a few Templars to protect the aliens, they began to sweep away the undead in the camp of the Northern Alliance.

Mindless walking corpses and ghouls unable to form formations were unable to do any damage to the Templars, but the Northern Alliance's camp was too large for the Templars to clean up unusually slowly.

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On the other side, Ao Xingfeng, who was marching into the camp of the undead, was also about to reach their destination.

"Strange and strange, everyone be careful, I don't know what the undead are up to. Modal waved his hand and slowed the troops.

Ao Xingfeng also landed from the sky.

"Holy Envoy, we are very close to the camp of the undead, and it should have been attacked a long time ago, but there has not been even a movement so far, and I suspect that there is fraud in it. Modal said.

"Well, but don't worry, let me test the temptation first, and let the whole army stop. Ao Xingfeng nodded, Modar's concern was not unreasonable.

The mighty army of Templars and alien beasts stopped less than 1 mile from the camp of the dead, and Ao Xingfeng rose into the sky again.

In his right hand, the river map scroll instantly appeared in Ao Xingfeng's hand, and then Ao Xingfeng aimed at the undead camp and unfolded the river map.

The raging flood suddenly erupted, and Ao Xingfeng controlled the flood to sweep towards the camp of the undead.

The Templars couldn't help but sigh that the Holy Envoy's methods were endless, and they had not experienced this kind of battle before they had experienced the tactics of destroying the enemy with such a massive attack.

The massive thunderbeast stomped its feet in place like an angry bull, ready to rush into the enemy camp to wreak havoc, and Modar jumped onto the thunderbeast's head to soothe the thunderbeast's emotions, and watched the movement of the undead camp in the distance.

Boom~ The flood that covered the sky fell from the sky, and the trees couldn't withstand such a terrifying pressure at all, so they were broken by the flood in an instant, and then washed back and forth in the undead camp under the control of Ao Xingfeng.

"Collect!" Seeing that the destruction was almost done, Ao Xingfeng unfolded the river map again, and the flood rolled up into the air and sucked into the river map.

"Huh?!" All that was left of the undead camp in the flood was a mess, and from high above you could see sparsely hung tents on the ground, but there seemed to be no trace of the undead.

"Captain Modal, it looks like the undead of this undead camp have been withdrawn. Ao Xingfeng landed on the head of the thunder beast, and said next to Modar.

"What?" Olympus rushed up to take a look. Modar patted the thunderbeast's horns, and the thunderbeast, known as Olympus, spread its hooves and rushed over.

The trees on the ground were as fragile as grass at the feet of the thunder beast, and they would fall down at the touch of a button, and the distance of 1 mile was only a matter of seconds for the thunder beast, and it rushed to the undead camp in an instant, but there were only some tattered tents and rotten dead wood around it.

"Damn!" Modar scolded, and it was a disappointment that he could finally fight alongside his Olympus, only to be disappointed that the enemy had fled.