Black raindrops fell from the sky, emitting a disgusting stench. 【Starter】

The Brotherhood is hidden on an altar in the corner of the city, and all the sacrifices have been sacrificed. Corpses and blood cover almost all of the surrounding land, and the nature of this land is slowly changing under the influence of some mysterious force. If a well-informed magician saw such a vision, he would surely exclaim, "Hotbed of flesh!" In this hotbed of flesh and blood, the basic rules of the world are being replaced by unspeakable weirdness.

Essentially, the Hotbed of Flesh is a key that can quietly corrode a weak zone at the level of the laws of the world, and this is also the perfect passage for those ancient evil beings to break through the barriers of the world.

This opportunistic approach is undoubtedly blasphemous to the gods who represent the rules, and if the true God's followers discover it, the region will be divided into a land of sin, and the iron hooves of the Knights of Punishment will be leveled, and those who initiate it will be designated as heretics, and the best outcome will be to be tied to a cross and burned to ashes in public.

However, in the northern region of the Oakland Kingdom, the belief in the true god has always been relatively weak, otherwise it would not have allowed the plague to spread. The city of Sword Castle is indeed garrisoned by the Temple of Ludn, but the followers of the god of wealth have never had a temperance, and even the heretics of the Cursed Sect dare to make friends for the sake of huge profits, let alone such unknown goods. As long as they take the money and plug their mouths, these guys can turn a blind eye to it.

The Prophet Muhammad stared at the crystal ball in his hand and did not speak for a long time. Seeing that the sun was about to set and the dusk was about to turn into night, Salen, who was standing on the side, couldn't bear it at first, and leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Lord Prophet, what are you hesitating about?"

"I'm just wondering if your promises are really credible. The Prophet turned his head and spoke slowly.

"I'm sure you've heard the famous saying, the dead don't lie, why do the followers of Rudern dare to do business with us, because the riches of this world are of no use to us, they can make any price they want, and we won't refuse as long as they can achieve their ends, and the Lord of Death is far more generous than you can imagine. Saren said excitedly.

"Really?" the Prophet nodded noncommittally, a glint flashing in his cloudy eyes, and he asked unhurriedly, "So, Lord Sarian, could you please explain where the reinforcements you promised are now?" ”

"You don't have to worry about this matter at all, although the army is moving slowly, our lord specially arranged for three great corpse witches to come over overnight, presumably at this time they have already made contact with the Istalons. Saren smiled confidently.

As if to confirm his words, there was a faint sound of a horn in the distance, and even ordinary people who did not understand military affairs knew that blowing the horn represented the assembly of the army, and it was clear that those Isttalons were in trouble.

"That's fine, if I don't attract their attention, I may not be able to hide the movement on my side. The young people over there aren't easy to deal with. The Prophet nodded with some emotion, turned to Hagnam, who was standing on the altar, and whispered, "Are you ready?"

"I hope you don't forget what you promised me. Hagnam said simply, picking up a large bowl of blood beside him, raising his head and drinking it down.

In Isttalen's barracks, all the troops had been assembled. With the exception of Ahmed and Palanti, who had not yet returned, all the rest of the military generals gathered here. El jumped on the roof, looked down at his subordinates and said loudly, "I know you are all tired now, and you want to find a clean room to sleep well, but no, brothers, we have something to do again!"

"You're all working in the city today, and you've seen what the Brotherhood thugs have done? We didn't wipe them out last night, mainly because I didn't want my brothers to waste their lives on the hands of this scum. We have let them go, but these fellows have apparently not learned their lesson, and they regard our virtue of forgiveness as stupid, and still do not give up and want to play a plot behind their backs!"

"Kill them!" said one of the Isttalon warriors standing at El's feet, and then the jagged voices gradually converged, and all the warriors raised their weapons and roared, "Kill them!"

"Another thing I must tell you is that Lord Ahmed has found the scout of the undead army behind us, and he is fighting the undead with some of his brothers! Those haunting skeletons of bones have reached the back of our butts, and although they are still far away, there is not much time left for us! In order to get a good night's sleep tonight, and then get ready to go on tomorrow, we must get rid of that brotherhood once and for all, even if it costs us!"

"General, please give the task, how can there be a reason to fight without dying, dying on the battlefield is the greatest honor for a soldier. Renard exclaimed.

El looked at the other generals and found that they had the same meaning in their eyes, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart. In fact, although he held the title of general, he had little experience commanding his own armies in battle, and until then Ahmed had been in charge of all the work, and he had only to make up his mind. Now that Ahmed is being held back by the undead scout forces, the other generals with command experience lack prestige, and it seems that he can only be put into battle himself.

If you just lead a force, then you don't have to think too much about it, it's nothing more than a narrow road where the brave wins, and see who has the bigger fist. But if it involves a military group, it must involve the problem of mutual subordination and coordination, and this kind of detail problem is precisely El's blind spot.

Of course, as the expected general, El did not dare to show timidity at this time, he paused, turned to General Hank and asked, "I need your Night Watch warriors to take the lead this time, push straight from the city center, and destroy all the forces of the Brotherhood that dare to resist." ”

"No problem, my fighters can't wait. General Hank nodded.

"Arrant, now you are in charge of the Isttalon forces, starting with the city we cleared yesterday, and continuing the unfinished encirclement work. Since they have ill intentions, we don't need to waste saliva, as long as we meet members of the brotherhood, those who do not surrender will be exterminated. El commanded Arrant.

"Rest assured, these rabbles will fall under the hooves of our horses. Alrant said confidently. With the exception of Ahmed, he was the only one in Isttalon's army who had the experience of leading troops.

"Fifty people from the army must be selected at least to the level of the bronze rank. I have a batch of equipment here that will improve their strength, and I will form them into a separate team led by myself. El said to Timmy.

"General...... I'm afraid it's a bit difficult, and there are quite a few good players around Master Ahmed and Miss Palanti, and I'm afraid there won't be more than thirty people left. Timmy scratched his head and said with some embarrassment.

"That's the case...... El thought for a moment, then looked back at General Hank and asked, "How many bronze rank men do you have over there, so transfer Kenan to me first." ”

"There can be twelve people on my side, but they are all junior officers, who will take command of the troops if they are pulled out?" General Hank said angrily with a blowing beard and glaring.

"What else do you need to clean up a bunch of ruffians? rest assured, there will definitely be their benefits. El patted General Hank on the shoulder, smiling honestly and believably.

Three minutes later, thirty-two bronze warriors stood in front of El, including the five officers of the Night's Watch. Bronze masters are not easy to find, as long as they are in the army, they will generally be promoted to the position of officers, and this status means that they must shoulder more important responsibilities. Therefore, it is indeed not easy to squeeze out thirty-two people on both sides, and if everyone is forced to be gathered together, then I am afraid that there will be no one to bring the army at the bottom.

Unlike the sad-faced generals, El's biggest concern was that Hercules, Mr. Hagnan, who was now the only unpredictable variable. Although El felt a lot stronger after advancing to silver, no one knew what kind of monster that man would become, and no matter how much preparation he made at this time, it was not too much.

But all masters will have some temper, which is understandable human nature. Although it was not enough to show it in front of the boss of his family, these thirty or so people gathered together, and sparks naturally began to emerge in the air. Looking at the seemingly expressionless faces of these people who were actually arrogant, El couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Once upon a time, when he was still standing in that class, he was also such a temper that was not afraid of heaven and earth. Only when you get in touch with the real power will you feel small.

The way to dispel the arrogance of these guys was also very simple, El jumped from the roof of the house, kicked over the wooden crates stacked in the clearing, and the gem armament with the characteristics of the local tyrant immediately blinded their eyes.

"Each person has a pair of gauntlets, and after putting them on, listen to me explain how to use them. El sneered and looked at these unreassuring subordinates, patted the huge gem on the giggar, and said: "These weapons are still defective, so they can only be lent to you for use temporarily, but if anyone behaves well this time, I can also consider distributing a few ......."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The animals, blinded by the light of the jewels, suddenly burst into a roar of excitement, and when they saw their bear-like appearance, they sighed in their hearts, no matter when profit is the driving force that stimulates war, from this point of view, there is no essential difference between even the noblest knights and those bastards in the Temple of Ludern. (Jiangsu.com)