Outside the camp for exiles in Istalen, war is on the verge of breaking out. （(7764)）

The refugees consciously parted their sides, making way for Hercules Hagnam, his tall body as tall as an adult ogre, full of power with every step forward, and the momentum of just one man completely suppressed the guards on this side of the camp.

It's oppressive enough to suffocate the average person, but not so intimidating to a true Istalaon warrior. I think that when the humans were at war with the Earthwalkers, even if Rangaria entered in person, the warriors of Isttalon were not afraid at all, not to mention that they were not without powerhouses now.

Ahmed looked at the sky, silently calculated in his heart, and his face was a little depressed. Although he drove away those annoying black-haired beasts, he still felt a little irritated in his heart, as if the bad luck had not passed. He played with the small dagger in his hand, and looked at Hagnan's tall frame and the scars on his body that had not yet fully healed, and his face couldn't help but become serious.

Palanti put away her sword, mounted her horse and dodged to the side. Dealing with a strong person of this level will not play much role with her current personal strength, but the black knight has never been a lone ranger. As soon as something happens on the other side, as soon as she blows the horn, the cavalry hidden in the camp will not hesitate to charge.

Another fierce momentum gradually climbed in the distance, locking on to Hagnan in the distance. General Hank stood in the distance with his heavy sword in hand, and behind him, the Night's Watch troops marched forward in silence but order, silently detouring back to the flank.

Purely in terms of strength, General Hank is also a strong man who stands in the silver rank like Ahmed, otherwise how could he control the elite troops of the Night's Watch, the Order of Truth. He was only unprepared for Quezalas's plot at the beginning, and when prepared, the true strength of this general should not be underestimated. Even if he had reservations, he would be able to contain Hagnan.

Lolana hid her expression under her hood and shrunk behind Ahmed's back. She had no previous combat experience, but after Isttalon suffered a big loss, she developed a habit of hiding and hiding. In the absence of the other party's prophet, she did not intend to expose her strength.

Of course, more importantly, at this time, she needs to think calmly about what the other party intends to put on such a posture.

There was silence outside the camp for a moment, and Hagenam put the giant hammer on his shoulder on the ground and slammed it, and said with a cold snort, "Who killed my brother?"

No one knew who Hegnam's brother was, but there was no need to answer the question of the bloodshed and the corpses of refugees everywhere inside and outside the camp, and the murderer was alone. [For more exciting novels, please visit]

"Be tough. Lorana whispered behind Ahmed.

"You're a bit of a strong man, this big man is not easy to deal with. Ahmed whispered, a slender and metallic arrow emerging from the tip of his finger. He laughed twice, looked up at Highgnam, and said, "This is our camp, and if you want to make trouble, you will end up like them." ”

"Very well, no one has dared to speak like this in front of me for a long time. Hagnam cracked his mouth and laughed, "I'll take your out and pour it in your mouth to let you know how to speak!"

He picked up the giant hammer and took a step forward, and the entire ground outside the camp suddenly trembled, like a boulder falling into everyone's hearts, making them tremble involuntarily.

"How could the Masonry Brotherhood possibly raise such a character?" Ahmed muttered with a slight frown, the question bewildering him. You must know that it is not easy for a strong person of the silver rank to be promoted, even if he is talented and willing to work hard, he also needs a lot of resource subsidies.

The White Lion family of Isttalon did its best, and the silver-rank powerhouses cultivated by each generation would not exceed a single digit. In a place like the brown soil hills, no matter how vicious the robbers are, the only strong person who can reach the silver level in the end is the king of robbers, and to put it bluntly, the foundation is insufficient.

Sword Castle has the inheritance of the Northern Wind Sword Saint, and it is not surprising that there are a large number of swordsmen of the silver rank, but what ability can a civil underground organization like the Masonry Brotherhood have to cultivate a strong person like Hagnan who has reached the peak of the silver rank?

Or think about it from another angle, what capital and confidence do they have? Or what forces are secretly supporting?

As a character who grew up in the same era as Pross, Ahmed may have had such shortcomings that he never got ahead, but his experience far exceeds that of El and Lorana's generation. At this time, Lolana was still thinking about the prophet's intentions, but Ahmed was not thinking so much, he was just thinking about a problem of how to solve the powerful enemy in front of him.

Is there a shortcut to the Silver Secret Realm? Almost all the strong people who set foot in the Silver Secret Realm may have subconsciously thought about this question. Ahmed can tell them with certainty that absolutely not. Only at his age did he know that the talent of ordinary people could only reach the level of the silver rank at most, maybe they could find their secret realm, but in the end, there were very few people who could reach the end, and it could even be said that there was no possibility.

Ahmed didn't believe that a mere masonry thug could grow to such a point, so he thought the guy must have taken some shortcuts. And as long as you take a shortcut, you will definitely have a weakness, and a very fatal weakness. Ahmed scrutinized Hagnan's tall frame, his face becoming more and more cautious.

"As soon as he dares to step into the camp, let Palanti blow the horn and charge. Lolana whispered from Ahmed's back. If Hagnan insists on making a move, there will be no compromise between the two sides. As for the enemy with ill intentions, naturally there is no need to pay attention to any chivalry, and it is the most convenient choice to directly send the army to crush the past head-on.

Highgnam was indeed powerful, but unfortunately, he was the only outlier in the Masonry Brotherhood, and they didn't even have a symbolic army. If the two sides tear their faces and start a war, the situation in front of them will inevitably turn into a massacre that is a hundred times more tragic than just now.

No matter what the prophet was calculating, he could not have allowed such a thing to happen. So his real purpose is definitely not to fight with us. Lolana poked her head out and glanced at Hagnan, who was walking in step by step, sighed and said, "Since this pit was not dug for us, then their real goal is only that choice......

Long swords fell from the sky

Hagnam's footsteps had just lifted, but he had to put them back where he was, because at that moment, all he could see was endless sword light in front of him. The strong man's instinct told him that if he took one more step forward, he would inevitably suffer a fatal blow.

However, this warning threat was not enough to deter Hercules. Just as El wouldn't back down in front of him, Hegnan wasn't the kind of person who liked to use his mind to gauge the situation, he knew the identity of the comer, and he knew the difference in strength between the two sides, but the dignity of being a warrior didn't allow him to stop like that.

Hagnam cracked his mouth and smiled sinisterly, his arms as thick as tree trunks burst into bruises, and he roared and swept forward with a sledgehammer in one hand.

Two slender fingers quietly poked out of the sword light, and lightly touched the roaring giant hammer, and the bright sword light directly penetrated the giant hammer, and then pierced the sky without moving forward. The sword light slashed against the top of Hagnan's arm, and Rao is steel and iron skin was cut out of thin air with a narrow wound, and blood splattered.

Diana's figure emerged from the sword light, holding half an arrow in her other hand. From the moment the sword light fell from the sky, Ahmed subconsciously shot the arrow in his hand, he didn't think of the young lady in the sword castle at the first time, but no matter whether the comer was friend or foe, the light alone was enough to cover the trajectory of his arrow. And for a silver-rank marksman, he would never let go of this kind of God-given opportunity.

Ahmed's favorite trick is the Rain of Arrows Strike, which is a rain of arrows on the scale of 100 people with lightning speed, and indiscriminately covers a certain area. But what he really excels at is assassination archery without a trace. He has a specially made collection of arrows in his quiver, which are as high-quality alchemical as the demon-breaking arrows in El's hand.

And now such a short arrow that came and went without a trace was taken by Diana empty-handed in a situation where she was single-minded. The silver-level battle, which was originally on the verge of breaking out, was forcibly suppressed by the eldest lady like this, which represented an indisputable gap in strength. With a missed shot, both Ahmed and Hagnan took three steps back. No matter what kind of calculation they have in their hearts, they must show an attitude of concession at this moment, which is respect for the strong.

"Gentlemen, whatever strife there may be between you, I now ask that you cease all violence!" said Diana, standing between the two men, with her hands outstretched.

"Miss, these Istalens aren't good birds. These refugees were brutally slaughtered just to reunite with their lost relatives!" Hagnam moved his arm, grinned, and poured dirty water on the Istalen.

Diana followed Hagnam's gaze to her feet, and then noticed the corpses all over the ground, and her face couldn't help but change. She forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit and turned her gaze to Ahmed.

Ahmed shrugged her shoulders, not taking Diana's doubts seriously in the slightest, because by this time Lolana had already put down her hood and came to her, lifting the corner of her skirt and smiling to greet Diana.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, respected Descendant of the Sword Master. Lolana whispered with a standard commercial smile.

Source of the novel: Ran Library

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