"Allow me, Lord Emissary, to give that valiant warrior a good time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" The red-clothed knight knelt down and pleaded.

"Go ahead. Ao Xingfeng agreed.

The chief of the red knights jumped directly from the city wall, floated in the air for a long distance, and gently stopped behind Quentin.

Although he noticed the movement behind him, Quentin was unmoved, still holding his hands in front of his chest reverently.

"Valiant warrior, let me send you on your way. The Grand Knight in Red whispered, and Quentin still ignored his appearance.

The chief of the red knight walked behind Quentin, raised one hand high, and a cross light sword composed of holy light appeared in his hand, and then he clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and said with a solemn expression: "May your god give you a peaceful place after death." ”

"Thank you. Quentin spat out the raw continental lingua franca, and the red-clothed knight sped up, and the lightsaber stabbed from Quentin's spine and pierced through his entire body into the ground.

"You are a warrior who deserves to be respected. With that, the cardinal took a few steps back.

The cross-lightsaber became brighter and brighter, and then instantly turned into a giant light cross, and Quentin's body was also reduced to ashes in the intense heat in the pillar of light.

Ao Xingfeng, who was on the tower of the city, grinned and muttered, "The way to respect others is to let people die without a corpse?" ”

The customs of each region are different, and the Grand Knights in Red are aware of the rituals of the northerners in dealing with warriors.

The northerners believed that the divine light would refine the defilement of the world, and that their souls would be the essence of the Valhalla, and that if they wanted to enter Valhalla after death, they must meet the oracle in its purest state.

The war on the Loess Plain is over, and the Northern Coalition Battalion is about to meet its fate.

"Almost, I believe that the news of the defeat of the elite should have spread throughout their entire camp, listen to my orders!" Lessen's strange eyes surveyed the oppressive camp opposite, and after calculating the time, he said to his subordinates behind him.

"Yes!" replied the Blood-Armored Knight.

Lesenlu walked out of the woods without any hindrance, swaggering to the improvised gates of the Northern Alliance.

"Stop! "Stop!" the guards at the city gate suddenly became nervous, the armor worn by the person below was not at all any of the standards of their Northern Kingdom, and the special armor of those big men was firmly in their hearts.

"One step further and we'll release the arrows!" some of the guards sheathed their bows and arrows, aiming their arrows at the knight-like man in black armor trimmed with gold trim.

"Don't be nervous, everyone, I'm here to bring you news. Lesenlu raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, speaking fluent northern languages.

Perhaps it was because of the fluency in their native language that the guards did calm down a little.

"What's the news? you're right there!" said the captain of the guard, pushing the pot helmet above his head.

"Hmm~ I'm here to tell you..... Your gates have been breached!Bone Spear!" Lesen pondered for a moment, then smirked, and with a slick of his right hand, a huge bone spear burst out of the ground, piercing the improvised wooden door in an instant, and then retracting again, leaving a huge void.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" shouted the captain of the guards anxiously, and the guards were woken up from their stunned state, and then rushed to the alarm bell.

"I'm going to have a headache if you knock that thing off, Bone Prison!" Lesson hooked his fingers, and barbed bone dungeons rose from the ground next to the alarm bell, enclosing it firmly.

The arrows shot from the city wall hit Lessenlu's armor with a crisp sound, but there was no trace left, and Lesenlu's tone changed and became eerie: "The undead are coming!hahahaha!"

As Lesen laughed, the undead hiding in the woods rushed out, and in an instant the clearing outside the city walls was filled with undead spirits, pouring into the breached gates.

"Ahhh

A neighing of horses sounded from afar, and the death knights in black armor, riding their undead horses, galloped all the way, burning with blue flame hooves, leaving burning horseshoe prints on the ground.

Not far from the city wall, pulling the reins, the undead war horse jumped up, jumped directly onto the city wall several meters high, and the scythe blade in his hand swirled and waved, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the guards.

The other guards on the guard tower at the far end of the city wall discovered the undead invasion and hurriedly sounded the alarm bell, and in the blink of an eye, countless alarm bells were sounded, and the camp of the Northern Alliance, which was already shrouded in fear, was directly bombed.

The Death Knights took the lead and rushed to the front of the undead, and those soldiers who had just climbed out of the tent were instantly slashed by the scythes in their hands, and some were even beheaded by the Death Knights when they first emerged.

Frightened shouts, curses, screams, and cries of pain rang out in the eastern corner of the Northern Coalition camp.

The overwhelming bat with oil bottles on its feet threw them from the air, and the oil bottles burst instantly when they hit the ground, soaking the ground with flammable grease, and then the undead infantry who arrived threw torches, and in an instant a ferocious fire rose up.

......

"Arkol went outside to see what was going on, why was it so noisy?" A slightly larger tent was full of smoky miasma, with orcs, orcs, dwarves, and humans in a heap, and in the middle of them lay a rough wooden table with a few dice on it.

"Okay, Brother Roland. The young human man, named Arkol, nodded respectfully, patted the dust off his buttocks, and walked out of the tent.

Wow, as soon as he lifted the tent and poked his head out, the sharp blade with a cold light magnified in his vision, and the sound of steel echoed with a bang, and Arkol only felt that the whole world was spinning.

Then a headless corpse collapsed limplessly.

"Arkol! what are you doing?" the tiger man Roland looked back impatiently, and between them, the neck of Akol's headless corpse was bubbling with blood.

"Ah!" Roland rose from the ground, and the rest of the tent looked terrified.

"Shhhh

Holding the hilt of the short sword at his waist with one hand, Roland leaned over and leaned to the ground and said softly: "Prepare your weapon, it's an enemy attack." ”

The noisy tent fell silent, and it was only then that they heard what sounded like a constant alarm bell.

Roland did not approach the curtain of the tent, but in one of the corners, he cut a small hole with his sharp nails and looked through the small hole to see the situation outside.

"Uh-uh~" The walking corpses walked side by side on the road between the tents, chasing the fleeing soldiers at a slow pace and walking towards the camp.

Seeing the situation clearly, Roland lightly returned to the others.

"Boss Roland, what's going on outside?" the brown-skinned orc asked in a low voice.

"It's the undead, let's not go out yet, the undead are everywhere outside, but they didn't take the initiative to enter the tent, I guess I thought that the movement of the alarm bell scared everyone out, we waited here, and when the big army fought with them, we went out again, maybe we could get some credit when the time came." Roland said very slyly.

"Boss Roland, we all listen to you. "The rest of the tent looked up to Roland, and they were usually a small group.