Ao Xingfeng was silent, what would he do if he was in his position? Probably no better than him, right? In such an information-closed environment, there is no foreign aid to ask for, he has no strong force, and his subordinates are just a group of wine bags and rice bags, what other way can he deal with the unfathomable undead?

Thinking of the scene when Taryn entertained himself and others, I am afraid that it was also because of the appearance of himself and others that he saved him the hope of making such a painful choice again, right? But why did he do such a thing later?

"What about the Eliza Brigade, how do you plan to explain it?" asked Ao Xingfeng as he looked at Taryn coldly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hahaha, what is the danger of wanting to add to the crime? If you have to splash this dirty water on me, what can I explain? Your fists are big, and everything you say is the truth. Taryn laughed three times, then said calmly.

"Really?" Ao Xingfeng pinched the top of Tyron's head with one hand, and the frost rays were released close to his face, and Tylen condensed from head to toe at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, it completely turned into an ice sculpture, and then swept the hilt of the sword in his left hand, directly sweeping the ice sculpture into pieces.

"Marlin will leave the rest to you, it doesn't matter if they want to go with us or not, don't force it. With that, Ao Xingfeng turned to leave, and Marin stepped forward to persuade the civilians to evacuate with the Templars.

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"Your Excellency. There was a soft cry from outside.

Ao Xingfeng tidied up the table and said, "Come in." ”

The door opened, and Marin walked in quickly to report the situation: "About half of the people in Novoheysk are willing to evacuate with us, the number is probably between 4215 and 4226, and we are afraid that our food reserves are insufficient. ”

"Food.... Okay, I see, you can go pack your bags. Marin and the Templars retreated, and Ao Xingfeng fell into deep thought, not only was he underfed, but his speed would be severely slowed down with such a large group of Templars, and he was not sure if there were any pagan shadows inside.

If it weren't for the fact that the city of Novoheysk was very likely to fall into the encirclement of the undead, Ao Xingfeng would not have planned to leave.

"If I had more power, why should I be chased by the undead cultists. "Stronger power.... Ao Xingfeng began to think about whether to continue the game journey, at least after clearing a game.

Ao Xingfeng made a decision in his heart, and called out the long-lost system panel to check his character information.

Name: Ao Xingfeng

Status: A well-known great magician, a legendary holy envoy

Profession: Great Magician, Sword Hero.

Strength: 48

Dexterity: 53

Wisdom: 135

Constitution: 45

Reputation: 78500

Skills: Frost Ray, Magic Missile (Charged Blast), Shockwave, Arcane Orb, Blazing Flame, Flame Brand, Flame Burn, Flame Storm, Pillar of Flame, Water God, Water Rush, Flood, Undercurrent Surge, Yellow River Fury, Double Slash, Alpha Strike, Meditation, Infinite Kendo, Plateau Bloodline (Pseudo), Flash, Knowledge Enlightenment, Light Energy, Healing, Purification.

Swordsmanship: Heartless Flow Swordsmanship, Deception Flow Swordsmanship, and Completion of Wandering Arts.

Equipment: Dark Tight (Inferior), Ice Sky (Inferior), Burning Sky (Inferior), Small Irene Statue (Inferior), Infernal Blade Ash (Good)

Real-world experience: 3990

Wealth: Penniless

Spirit: 1350/1350

Health: 530/530

"After all this time, is it only a small increase?" Ao Xingfeng frowned and thought to himself, is it a good thing or a bad thing to follow the Templars in action?

It is true that since following the Templars, there are people who have prepared food, clothing, housing and transportation for themselves, which can be described as clothes to reach out and eat to open their mouths, but as a price, they can no longer enter the game, and their strength has been stuck in this place for several months.

At present, the enemies he has fought are not his opponents, but how can he guarantee that he will always be like this? Just like the evil god Olympbros, he is really like an ant in front of him.

After weighing the pros and cons, although he had many helpers after becoming a holy envoy, he also inexplicably had many more enemies, and as a non-human existence, his potential for growth was immeasurable, but because of the company of the Templars, he could only experience training in this life, and the speed was so slow that Ao Xingfeng was anxious.

"It seems that the time has come, although it is a little uncomfortable for them, but it is necessary for my future. Ao Xingfeng sighed secretly.

Ao Xingfeng left a letter and quietly left the house, avoiding the sight of the Templars, and came alone outside the city of Novoheysk.

"The goal of the undead and the infidels is me, so let me contribute to you one more time. Ao Xingfeng climbed to a tree in the distance and looked at the busy Templars in the distance with a faint smile.

After seeing the last look, Ao Xingfeng jumped off the tree and rushed towards the northeast, leaving a lonely back, which dispersed with the autumn wind.

The south gate of the ruins of the city of Hesk.

A young, muscular man observed the neighborhood and looked northeast.

"Is that in that direction? There's an uncomfortable smell there. With that, the man disappeared in place at ghostly speed.

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"How long will it take to assemble, what if we let them run?" grumbled the thin man in the black robe, sitting on a rock.

"They can't run away, and the united armies of the various churches have formed a big encirclement. The man in leather armor said, peeling an apple with a dagger.

Not far from them, a steady stream of undead entered a mine, and although the undead found them, they had no intention of attacking.

A middle-aged man in armor with a blood-red crescent moon printed on it.

"You two go and report for duty, don't be lazy here, we'll be assembled in two hours. The middle-aged man said proudly, the middle-aged man is a high-ranking cultist of the 'Scarlet Moon', although he is nothing in the 'Scarlet Moon', he can order the believers of other churches and even the priests.

The thin man and the leather-armored man squinted at the middle-aged man, patted the destruction on the buttocks, and followed the undead into the mine.

Since the Holy See's Templar Order was single-handedly fended off by the Crimson Moon, all other churches have attached themselves to the Crimson Moon as their leaders, and those who oppose them have been eliminated by the Crimson Moon's Assassins.

Ao Xingfeng hid in a big tree hundreds of meters away, listening to the movement in the distance, but he didn't dare to get closer, the undead are very sensitive to the breath of the living, and there is no way to hide their breath to avoid the detection of the undead.

Although he didn't hear it clearly, Ao Xingfeng did hear sounds similar to people talking, and it seemed that these heretics really had a leg with the undead.

Now that the relationship between the undead and the heretics has been determined, Ao Xingfeng no longer hides his worries about scaring the grass and the snake, because this time he came with the purpose of scaring the grass and the snake, in order to divert all the attention of the undead and the heretics to himself.

"What people!" The middle-aged man was monitoring the situation of the undead at the entrance of the mine, when suddenly there was a noise in the grass not far away, and the undead turned their heads to look over.

Ao Xingfeng didn't hide it, and walked out openly, and the middle-aged man looked at him vigilantly.

"Why? Don't you know me? Hahaha, your goals are all standing in front of you, and you don't know each other, it's really ridiculous. Ao Xingfeng pretended to laugh and said.

"No matter who you are, if you dare to appear here, you will die. The middle-aged man said viciously, drawing his weapon and directing the undead to attack.

The undead were greeted by several fiery fireballs, and after a series of explosions, only a wreck remained, and the weapons raised by the middle-aged man had not yet been put down, but the undead who had not yet entered outside the mine were completely dead.

The middle-aged man was about to escape, Ao Xingfeng instantly rushed behind him and slashed it in half, the man fell to the ground and was cut open, spurting out a large amount of blood, and after a few convulsions, he died no longer dead.

The movement of the explosion on the ground and the strong smell of blood entered the mine, and Ao Xingfeng retreated to a hundred meters away from the entrance of the cave, waiting with a calm face.

The tremors from the ground grew louder and louder, and the undead rushed out with fangs and claws, and in the blink of an eye, the hole was turned into a corpse.

Then the undead saw Ao Xingfeng a hundred meters away, raised the broken weapon in their hands and rushed over.

"Flame Brand!" Ao Xingfeng stuck the darkness tightly on the ground, and his hands converged to release a fireball containing extremely high temperature.

The spiritual liquid on the surface of the undead is like gasoline, which is instantly ignited by the fireball and spreads towards the surrounding undead, transforming into a sea of fire in the blink of an eye.

"Spread out!" a dark and majestic voice came from inside the cavern, and the undead scattered in all directions, preventing the flames from expanding further.

"Darkness bless!" The unknown creature in the mine unleashed a range of spells, and the boundless darkness rushed out of the mine, enveloping the undead in it, instantly extinguishing Ao Xingfeng's magical flames, while also increasing the speed and strength of the undead.