Outside the window, the chaotic sound of horses' hooves suddenly came to mind, and the door was slammed open, and a middle-aged man in gold armor and a yellow robe strode into the hall. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Monroe saw the bearded face and immediately stood up to greet him.

"The wind in the sea of fog is so fierce that it has blown some of the old fellows who are half buried in the earth so far away. Monroe joked, and the middle-aged man immediately gave him a bear hug in return for his "greeting", so strong that he almost broke his ribs. "Sit down. Monroe motioned for Miloka to stand down as he took the flask from the small table by the wall and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"As soon as I returned to the imperial capital from the Holy See, I heard that you pulled a pole and ran to the west to fight the cult, and immediately brought a few brothers over to help. The middle-aged man said with a sip of spirits.

"It's not what I want, it's all the Prime Minister's intention. But what do you mean by cult?"

The middle-aged man casually threw the empty flask on the table and said: "Ha! You don't know yet, do you? A few days ago, the Holy See made a big move, recalling more than 30 people and eliminating five or six cult dens in one go, and also arresting two rebel officers. It's only after that, we know that the cult and the rebels are basically in the same boat, don't you see, these bastards actually bathe in cow blood, and the vampires in the mountains of my hometown can't do such a crazy thing......"

"The blood clan that doesn't bite people is already a legal citizen, and you can't change your old name. ”

"Biting pigs and dogs is not the same as sucking blood? whether they bite or not, they all look like ghosts, just call them vampires. The middle-aged man said nonchalantly, "Don't dwell on these innocuous things, how is the battle going?"

Monroe shook his head and said, "Very passive. We were taken by surprise, a dozen brothers died, the combat effectiveness of the garrison was completely unexpected, and we were about to enter the tunnel again, and we did not know how many ambushes there were on the other side of the mountain. ”

"Has the formation of the tunnel been decided?"

"I walked ahead with the private guards, hoping that there would be time to get out of the tunnel. Monroe sighed, knowing that although the discussion with Miloca gave him a lot of hope, it was impossible to win without losing a single soldier.

"Me and my men are ahead of you. The middle-aged man said firmly.

"To be honest, this matter has nothing to do with the cult, so you don't need to worry about it. ”

"Fart!" the middle-aged man slapped the table hard, shaking the dust and sawdust to fall, "Lao Tzu said that they are a cult, they are, and besides, my soldiers are not your sick cats, and there is no need for dead people to do this." ”

Monroe didn't refute anymore, just stared at the middle-aged man affectionately and smiled knowingly. The middle-aged man also smiled and asked, "Is there any wine?"

"Don't drink alcohol on the march, you know better than I do. Monroe replied softly, and turned his gaze out the window, unable to penetrate the deep darkness outside, but feeling the dawn lurking in the depths of darkness, and soon illuminating everything.

It took a whole day to cross the tunnel, and the narrow and low tunnel through the mountain could only accommodate three people side by side, and the Blood Lion Cavalry had to hold torches for lighting and carefully lead their horses to prevent the mounted spears hanging flat on their horses from accidentally injuring the friendly troops in front of them. When the Templars at the head of the line faintly saw the daylight shining through the hole, it was already dusk outside.

"Get on the horse. The middle-aged knight ordered, complaining about the Templars' horses. Born in the south, this horse was much shorter than the Imperial Army's usual horses, and far less load-bearing and charge-capable than tall horses, a far cry from the glorious image of the middle-aged man before he joined the Templar Order, and when his nearly seven-foot-tall body stepped over the "little man" in golden chain mail, he was surrounded only by unbridled laughter. But now he was thankful that these little men, who were good at long runs, and had excellent endurance and adaptability, had not grown to the height of their horses, so that he and his men could lie on their backs in the low tunnels, saving them a lot of trouble for the charge out of the tunnels.

"Gatu," Monroe called to the middle-aged knight, "don't die. ”

The middle-aged knight smiled disdainfully at him and said, "Just close your crow's mouth and watch honestly." With that, he drove his horse forward, leading the other four Templars out of the tunnel.

As soon as the Templars ran out of the cave, Monro heard a dense stream of crossbow arrows tearing through the air, and by the time the Blood Lion had regained sight, the Templars had been shot to the ground. They quickly scrambled to their feet, and Cato raised his golden hammer and roared, "For the glory of the true gods! The five knights rushed through the enemy formation, as if they were in a no-man's land, and any enemy who dared to stand in their way was either knocked down by the hammer or dizzy by the dazzling light, and lost their combat effectiveness in an instant.

"Charge!" Monroe also gave the order, and a dozen blood lion cavalry lined up, breathing away. The size of the ambush was far greater than Monroe had predicted, and although the cavalry was not attacked by bows and arrows during the charge - as Miloka judged, the enemy did not have enough bows and arrows, and began to approach voluntarily after only two rounds of fire - but the number of cavalry was still too small in the face of the tide of infantry. Soon, however, the infantrymen who had been hanging out of place also came into contact and fought hard. Monroe was relieved by this, although he did not know if the infantry were frightened by his cruelty, or if he finally recognized the situation of "not trying to save your life".

As the sky grew darker, and after a bloody battle, the enemy slowly retreated to a hill not far away, and Monroe and the surviving cavalry symbolically chased after a hundred yards before turning their horses' heads back to the battlefield.

I haven't worked so hard for a long time, not even when I encircled and suppressed a cult. As soon as Cato met Menroe, he began to gleefully chatter, and several other Templars consciously took care of the wounded - as the most loyal servants of the God of Light, they were given the ability to harness the Light to fight or heal.

"We have suffered heavy losses, and you are still in the mood to sigh. Monroe said in a low voice, this is indeed a tragic battle, there are less than 30 cavalry left at the time of departure, and the proportion of casualties in the imperial capital guards is as high as sixty percent, and it is impossible for this advance team to continue to support.

"Don't be so pessimistic, if it weren't for my people, I would have to talk to your ashes at this time. Cato was still joking incomprehensibly, but his words were true.

Monroe ignored Gato and drove his horse to Miloka. "Miloca, you were an orphan, weren't you?" asked Monroe.

"No, my lord, I have been adopted by my teachers since I can remember, they are my family, so I am not an orphan. Miloka remained humble and polite, trying to keep his composure even though his armor had been torn in many places and blood was gushing down the cracks.

"So, you don't know where you came from, do you?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"So are you sure you're not a child of a savage?"

Miloka looked at Monroe in confusion, he didn't understand why Monroe kept holding on to this question, and he didn't know what it meant to Monroe.

"Don't worry," Monroe said, "thank you for your bravery, and if you make it back to the Imperial Capital alive, I will definitely recommend you to the military headquarters." With your skills and resourcefulness, you are only a small soldier......"

Before Monroe could finish speaking, a fire suddenly burst into flames on the other side of the hillock, and a huge ball of fire flew straight from behind the hillock to the battlefield that had not yet been cleaned. When the fire hit the ground, a deafening explosion followed, and the hot air swept most of it to the ground, and the fire invaded Monroe's army as if it were about to consume everything.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Monroe roared, but his voice was drowned out by the roar. The battlefield was in chaos, the ignited soldiers struggled to rampage through the flames, and the frightened horses fled over the wall of fire. Then, even more striking enemy forces emerged from the hillocks—horsemen in animal skins rode velociraptors with fangs and claws, and the fire reflected the battle axes in their hands with murderous light.

Monroe struggled to keep the smoke from obscuring his vision, and was eventually driven into despair by the enemy's position. "Lone Dragon, we're done. He whispered.