Fool No. 2 has been wounded, Fool No. 11 has also been a little exhausted, and as for Sipa, there are two obvious holes in the originally smooth breastplate. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Scippa said to Fool 2 and Fool 11 in front of him, "Let's go back first!"

For example, a swordsman of the level of Scippa already has the right to rotate and rest on the battlefield, and no force will want to lose a temple-level master, although this level is not ten thousand but eight thousand in the entire continent, and there is no comparison with the Templar Imperial Law, but when it comes to really doing it face-to-face, the temple level is the main force.

Fool Two said with a little dissatisfaction: "I've already rested three times, this time I must rescue Darafael!"

Scippa saw that Fool No. 2 was waving the weapon in his hand and rushing forward again, and immediately reached out and grabbed him: "You calm down, the battle has been fought for almost ten days, and now what if you go in, even if he is not killed by the monsters, he will starve to death!"

Fool No. 2 heard this, and couldn't help but feel confused in his heart, with his and Fool Eleven's brains, all he could think of was to rely on this little lord to show him the way to rescue the goddess in his heart, and now that this little lord is also dead, he doesn't know what to do all of a sudden.

Although Fool Two didn't want to believe it, he also knew that ten days had passed, and the place where the little lord was had never been retaken by humans, and that clever little lord was indeed as Scippa said, nine times out of ten, he was so dead that he couldn't die anymore, maybe even the bones were digested into a lump by the monster.

Fool Eleven looked at Two: "What should I do?"

Seeing that the fool No. 2 looked at him, Scippa was not polite, and directly took the idea: "Let's withdraw first, and then we will take the tiger test when we are rested."

The two fools don't have an idea now, someone has already taken it, then choose what to do, although the head is a little abnormal, but it is still clear that the two of them can no longer continue to fight with these monsters.

So the three of them fought and retreated, and after retreating to an open thorn wall, someone immediately led the three of them to retreat to the resting Tibetan room, and hot rice and hot broth were put on the table one after another.

The entire Tibetan chamber has now become a makeshift bar, where not only humans, dwarves, elves, orcs, and even mountain barbarians can be seen, all kinds of languages, all kinds of appearances come together.

It's a miracle that so many races are in one room and there isn't a single group fight.

It was this battle that caused this miracle, and it drained the stamina of all the warriors, and even the hottest mountain barbarians were now eating without saying a word.

Everyone, even the commanders of the various clans in the joint command, did not expect that the war on the platform would be fought so fiercely! More than 300 Templar-level masters had already entered the battlefield three times and withdrawn from the battlefield three times, and now only more than half of them were left.

The three major knights who cooperated with the human race, and even the Holy Light Knights of the Holy See have all been involved in the battle, while the orcs have also invested in wolf knights, ice bear knights, dwarves have also invested in highland goat knights, and elves have also invested heavily in the rangers and the eidolin cavalry, but they have not been able to take back the advantage.

Now the platform was originally full of elven marksmen, their magic bows stretched like a full moon, shooting expensive defense-breaking arrows at the targets on the platform, and every swishing sound was accompanied by the roar of a monster.

Eighteen huge magic crossbows were also lifted up the thorn wall, and began to strafe at the monsters who had just jumped onto the platform, each time they hit a monster, the huge inertia of the magic crossbow arrows would push the monster down the abyss, and the launch speed of one in a second was quite amazing, but there were still more monsters climbing onto the platform.

Even so, the human coalition did not regain the advantage! The casualties on the platform became larger and larger as time passed.

At the temporary rest bar, Scippa was throwing the shredded bread in his hand into the warm green vegetable soup, stirring it for a while, picking up a spoon and slowly scooping it into his mouth one by one, eating very elegantly.

"Otherwise, if you follow me back to White Tree City, the city lord will definitely reuse your ......."

In Scippa's opinion, as soon as the kid Sepietro died, this is a bit of a problem with the IQ of these two, but a friend with first-class martial arts, then he can move openly.

It's just that Scippa doesn't know that these two people will not want to work for Noclai even if they die, and what the two of them want is not Noclair, but his wife Angelica, who has always been thinking about him.

"No!"

Fool 2 and Fool 11 didn't even hesitate at all, and opened their mouths to give a very resolute word.

"Why? Our lord is a good ......?"

Scippa immediately praised Noclair, listening to Scippa's tone, this simple name Noclay is Mingjun, and if you don't work for him, it is simply blind!

Fool Two didn't know how to answer, and at this time, Fool Eleven said casually, "We won't play for Norclair, because he sent my friend Darafael to die!"

Fool 2 couldn't help but nod his head and give a thumbs up to Fool 11, and Fool 10 laughed when he saw Happy Joy.

Scippa saw the whole process in his eyes and explained: "Actually, the lord of the city did not send Sepietro to ask for his life, he said that he would let him come to the most dangerous part of the city, in fact, he told me in private that he could give Sepietro a hard time, but he must not take his life, and let him be free as soon as the matter is over!

"Really?"

Fool Two and Fool Eleven looked at each other, a little unbelieving that Norclay would do this, in their hearts Norclay was the worst big bad guy in the world, no one of them.

Scippa wanted to explain something, but now there was a commotion in the makeshift tavern.

Scippa turned his back to the door, and when he turned around, he saw two people coming in at the door, a human and an orc to be exact, the human was dressed in a pale cyan robe, and he was holding a human-height blue ** metal staff in his hand, and his whole body exuded a cyan light, and the top of the staff was inlaid with a fist-sized wind magic stone.

The other is an old orc, with a slightly rickety waist, and a long staff in his hand, but the staff is not inlaid with magic crystals, but a bunch of nameless fruits at the head of the staff, these fruits are very strange, they look dry, but they are translucent, it seems that there is juice in it, it looks weird but gives people the beauty of life.

Everyone on the scene knew the names of these two, one was the Wind Demon Craig Brefcha, the old orc was his friend, the orc Great Shaman, Brin Icewalker--- the top powerhouse of the Thordarland Continent!

Seeing the two of them come in, all the people in the tavern stood up and saluted the two top powerhouses in the continent, these two were idols to many people in this tavern.

Wind Demon is also good and evil, and his old friend Brin have known each other since they were teenagers, and they have traveled around the continent together, and almost everyone can tell a paragraph or two about the story of the two and the romance here.

No one expected that these two wild horse legends would appear here!

Now the whole tavern was silent, so quiet that it was as if these people didn't exist anymore, and occasionally another person breathed heavily, and he couldn't help but slow down the pace of panting.

"Are you full, if you're full, follow me to drive the monster down?" the Wind Demon whispered, glancing at the people in the tavern.

"Good!"

As soon as the wind demon's words fell, everyone in the tavern responded in unison, and they didn't know whether they were really full or fake enough, so they grabbed the weapons on the table one by one, and immediately prepared to be with the idol.

The Wind Demon seemed to enjoy this feeling, and went out with the people in the tavern and drilled several more of these temporary taverns, gathering about two or three hundred people, and then walked towards the top platform.

On the platform, the old shaman put the staff in his hand directly on the ground, the staff is very sharp, but standing on the ground but does not fall, as if it grows on the ground, and begins to follow the movements of the old orc, the head of the staff begins to 'grow' out of the fiery red 'light pattern', red and yellow, like a gorgeous flame, dancing with the old shaman's movements, gorgeous like a huge fireworks tree.

"Go!" the old shaman whispered, and the light streaks in the staff immediately covered the two or three hundred warriors, and in a moment, the armor of each warrior was glowing with fiery red light, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in flames, and everyone felt that the strength in their bodies had suddenly become stronger, several times stronger, and the holy source in the entire body suddenly became several times more abundant than their original ones.

Now these people feel that there is nowhere to vent, everyone feels that their energy is too much, and they want to wave their fists to kill a cow, and everyone turns their heads to find that there is a huge monster in front of them, so they rush forward.

As soon as they fought, everyone immediately felt extremely happy, and the monster that originally took two or three people to deal with now felt comfortable with only one person!

“ldo-ta-jie-la-kong.......... bei-de-mo-lite！”

Wind Demon Craig read the magic aloud, the wind magic crystal on the staff suddenly became black as ink, and lightning bloomed in the magic crystal with dark blue electric veins, above the platform, the piece controlled by the monster, five tornadoes have begun to form, these tornadoes are not big, that is, five or six meters high, and a lightning bolt will flash from time to time in the middle, and the arc will directly electrify the nearby monsters into a section of charcoal.

A tornado swirls gracefully in the monster pile, a monster accidentally doesn't notice it, and the next second the monster is swept in, at this time the tornado is like a wall-breaking machine, and in a moment the whole monster is a puddle of green juice with belt bones!

The tornado suddenly became the most terrifying death machine on the platform battlefield!

As soon as the tornado approached, countless monsters immediately dodged, and even a stampede occurred, and the monster's formation was chaotic all of a sudden.

Seeing this situation, Craig and his old buddy looked at each other and smiled: "Let's go!"

So the two walked off the platform together.

This is the difference between the Templars and the Realm Realm, only one level, but it is the separation of heaven and earth, and the two Templars have joined forces to turn the tide of the battle in just one engraving!

In a moment, the original precarious war is now completely tilted towards the human side, and the morale of the human side is immediately boosted, while the monster side is retreating again and again, and even some monsters jump directly into the abyss in order to avoid the tornado, Xiao Ke is killed and does not want to be beaten into green juice!

Luo Xiaohu woke up at this time!

There is a way that good people do not live long, and disasters live for thousands of years!

Luo Xiaohu estimated that it was the scourge, and he was stunned to rely on a few pieces of dry food and a bag of water in his bag, and at the same time, with a small and strong desire to survive, he had survived until now.

It's not that Luo Xiaohu sensed the victory of the human race, but that Luo Xiaohu really couldn't stand the smell in the shield passage, and a stinky, smelly smell worse than a dung pit woke up Luo Xiaohu.

As soon as Luo Xiaohu looked up, he saw that about half a meter away from him, there was a monster with big eyes open, looking at his side, exhaling straight out with a big mouth, and the exhaled breath was poured into Luo Xiaohu's brain.

Luo Xiaohu was dumbfounded: Damn, how can there be such a stinky mouth in the world!

No matter what Luo Xiaohu thinks, it is impossible to think of disturbing his sleep and recuperation, it turns out that it is bad breath!