In contrast to the fierce fighting in the center of the city, the Istalon troops, advancing separately from the eastern and western towns, did not meet substantial resistance. Except for the occasional crazy patient, the streets and alleys are almost silent. According to Lorana's pre-battle speculation, the Brotherhood may have hidden their lair in some part of the city, but the Prophet apparently foresaw the actions of the Istalen, and he placed his main forces on the frontal battlefield, leaving no garrison near the altar.

Trying to find an enemy's lair in a city without leaving any clues makes it extremely difficult. Renard thought he had almost found his way, but at this time he received an order to retreat and could only lead his team back. And by this time, he was only three blocks away from that altar.

The image of the Isttalen turning the horse's head slowly dissipated in the basin of water, and the Prophet finally breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up tremblingly with his staff, walked to the center of the altar with the dark crystal ball in his arms, and whispered to himself, "Even if you are a little clever, you are only a mortal after all. Since you've missed your last chance, don't blame me for being ruthless. Praise be to our Lord, Zendikar will return to the world......"

He muttered something he didn't know, but the expression on his face was extremely cautious, and he carefully placed the black crystal ball in the center of the altar, stretched out his hand to cover the crystal ball, and a look of madness flashed in his eyes.

There was a faint sound of unhurried footsteps behind him, and the prophet frowned slightly, and said, "Lord Salen, according to our agreement, you should not ......" He suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong with that footstep, and he couldn't help but be startled, and suddenly turned his head, but what caught his eye was a pair of barefoot feet stained with mud.

The girl walked slowly with her sword in her hand, like a walking corpse, her body seemed to be covered in mud, from her cheeks to her feet, and the mud dripped down the sword in her hand to the ground, connecting into a strange muddy trail behind her.

The Prophet raised his eyebrows and quietly clenched the staff in his hand. At this moment, he had put almost all the strength in his hands into the front line, and the only one who remained here was the envoy of the Cursed Sect who had suddenly become silent. However, now standing in front of him was a strange girl, which couldn't help but make him more vigilant.

The prophet's gaze slowly shifted from the girl to the weapon in her hand, and when he saw the mud flowing above the long sword, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Your Highness Pandora?"

Hearing the name of the prophet, the girl's footsteps paused, and she raised her head, her eyes flashing with a dark red cold light, and a strange smile appeared on her face. She smiled and whispered: "There are not many people who have heard my name in this world, and there are not many people who have seen my move...... I don't remember, there was such a small role as you. ”

"As the heir of the Sect of the Ancient Gods of Zendikar, I had the privilege of listening to Lord Barbarossa's teachings. That Lord had repeatedly told us to be respectful to His Highness Pandora. The Prophet bent down deeply and put his posture to the most humble level. Although he guessed the identity of the person in front of him, this made him walk on thin ice even more. The legendary Highness is not a good-tempered person.

"Barbarossa, that guy who is too lazy to even bother breathing air would be interested in teaching you?" The red light in the girl's eyes flickered, and she raised the corners of her mouth and said with some disdain, "But it doesn't matter, I just want to know one thing, where is the girl from the Sword Castle?"

The adjective Girl of the Sword Castle is too general, and the first person that pops into the prophet's mind is Diana, who had been in contact with him as the acting head of the family. It's just that on the day of Diana's battle with the puppeteer, he hadn't entered the city yet, and he wasn't too impressed by the so-called quasi-sword saint-level little girl. However, apart from this one, most of the other inhabitants of Sword Fort were probably reduced to sacrificial fertilizer, and the Prophet certainly did not dare to tell the truth, so he had to reply stubbornly: "If you are looking for the young lady, she should be hiding with the Isttalon now." ”

"Very well, then you're useless. The girl nodded and said coldly.

"Wait a minute, Mistress Pandora, I'm a subordinate of Lord Barbarossa!" the Prophet exclaimed in surprise at the speed at which the girl's face changed like a flip book.

"That's why you should be damned. After the girl finished expressionlessly, she raised her hand and shook it lightly at the prophet, and a bloody mouth suddenly appeared on the ground under the prophet's feet, wrapped him in her mouth and bit him down fiercely.

Seeing that the girl did not have the slightest tolerance, a trace of fierceness flashed in the prophet's eyes. He immediately grabbed the black crystal ball at his feet and threw it to the ground. I heard a glassy crunch, and the crystal ball burst in response. In the next moment, countless wailing souls poured out like a flood, instantly submerging everything around them.

"Yes, it's a talent, but there's no point in you playing with these carving tricks in front of me. The girl sneered, pressed her palm in mid-air, and the bloody mouth that devoured the prophet rushed directly out of the ground, forming a huge monster covered in mud, the sludge monster opened its mouth and sucked hard, and the souls scattered around it were involuntarily sucked back by him, forming a gray-white torrent that was directly devoured.

In the distant battlefield in the center of the city, the same huge monsters also show their most terrifying side. The huge fungus umbrella spewed out a highly poisonous mist, instantly causing dozens of heavily armed elite warriors to fall to the ground and die. The most frightening thing is that those green poisonous fogs are far from as simple as they seem. After only a few breaths, the fallen warriors actually stood up again, clusters of green fungal creatures growing from their skin, driving them to turn around and charge at their comrades!

This method of controlling consciousness through infection is the same as those patients affected by the black rain, except that those patients had to scratch their hands and teeth to infect others before, and these controlled soldiers were exposed to the same green fog all over their bodies as they had just now, but who could be indifferent to those who had just witnessed the tragedy?

The forty Night's Watch soldiers weren't moving fast, but the moment they turned to attack, the Night's Watch's makeshift second line of defense was shaken again.

"Hold it down, damn it!archers, shoot at them!" General Hank roared as he slammed his sword to the ground, but this time his order didn't have the desired effect. His warriors are not weak, but no one wants to die so inexplicably. Some people have already retreated, but when they see that their generals are still standing on the front line, they hesitate in their hearts. This tangled psychological state generally appeared in every soldier's body, causing a moment of confusion in the improvised defensive front.

"General, let the brothers retreat, the strength of ordinary people can't deal with these monsters!" Kenan said loudly as he returned to General Hank. Behind him, the archers of the Night's Watch finally fired their first round of arrows, but the arrows only slightly halted the movement of the controlled soldiers, but they could not stop them. Even if they were shot into hedgehogs with arrows all over their bodies, their bodies would have already died and would not be affected at all.

"Activate the Gem Armed Ranged Form!" Seeing the still unwilling look on General Hank's face, Kenan stomped his foot and turned to shout to several of the Night's Watch officers who were following him. These people were all bronze-rank masters who left the team with him, and when they heard this, they immediately knelt on the ground, raised their arms and aimed at the target in the distance, and the gem weapon on their arms flashed with a streamer, and the front hand guard part of the gauntlet turned into the shape of an arrow groove. The gem's light flickered twice in the arrow groove and fired out as an arrow shadow.

The power of the gem weapon that could raise its strength to the quasi-silver level was truly extraordinary, and the light arrow directly pierced through the soldiers who were running at the front, even the three people behind him, and burned a bowl-sized wound on the wound. Even if ** is controlled, it is naturally impossible to support the action if it is damaged to this extent, and those targets who were hit by arrows fell to the ground one after another. The light arrows fired by the five people together destroyed most of the targets in an instant.

Seeing his "toy" destroyed, the giant let out a low roar, and the huge fungus umbrella clinging to his back trembled again.

Before Kenan could rejoice, he saw the corpse at the giant's feet, which had just been a battlefield, and there were countless corpses left behind by both sides in the fierce battle. What would it be like if that monster could manipulate corpses indefinitely?

"Why are you in a daze, remember that we can't fight for more than fifteen minutes!" a powerful palm slapped Kenan on the shoulder, causing him to wake up, and when he turned around, he saw that El and the other warriors armed with gems had come behind him.

"Very nice idea, it works well with the ranged form, but the duration needs to be reduced by at least a third. El patted him on the shoulder and smiled at his warrior, "Brothers, let's not talk nonsense when we're pressed for time, you guys deal with these minions, let me deal with that big guy." ”

The glow of the gems almost blinded the eyes of the soldiers behind them, and when they came back to their senses, they found that the officer squads armed with mysterious weapons had rushed forward without hesitation.

Colorful arrows of light burst into the darkness of the night, burying the corpses awakened by the green fog again. El took the lead, bending his bow and arrows to standard the giant's head, and the rune totems on his arms shone brightly. The long arrow left his hand, and a muffled sound erupted from the bowstring.

The giant's head exploded! (Jiangsu.com)