"jǐng newspaper!" The sentry behind him took a stride and caught up with the team from the main road, and he could clearly hear the loud breathing of air in his lungs, and he opened his mouth and shouted, "The demon cavalry is coming!"

The ranks of the orcs were suddenly chaotic.

The sky was hazy with rain and snow, shrouded in a layer of catkins-like mist. On the horizon behind the main road, a blurred, rapidly expanding black line appeared.

The sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground was faintly heard.

This is an outdated detachment of half-orcs. Looking at the approaching group of demon cavalry, they panicked. The soldiers asked each other with trembling voices: "What should we do?", "We will die!"

The commander of the team, an elderly orc officer, was also hesitant. He still couldn't decide what to do: should he resist immediately, or should he quickly disperse the team and escape for his own lives? How could he explain to his commander? A detachment of more than 100 people disappeared like this? He coughed, and finally made up his mind: "Young men, take up arms and defend our temple!"

"Defend our temple!" the soldiers responded with courage.

They occupied both sides of the road, and the archers drew their bows and arrows, and lined up to meet the pursuing cavalry of the demons.

The enemy cavalry was getting closer.

In the hazy rain and snow, thousands of soldiers and horses swept in, as if they were demon spirits on the ground emerging from hell, slaughtering and destroying. I don't know if it's psychological, everyone seems to have been able to see the hideous faces of the demon soldiers and hear their terrifying cries!

At this time, the captain changed his mind: There are too many enemies, don't let the boys sacrifice in vain! He shouted: "Withdraw! We will withdraw quickly! Quickly, we will go!"

The team dispersed with an "uproar".

Fear took control of the soldiers' minds, and they all took steps and ran wildly towards the front of the road, trying to avoid the terrible group of deaths behind them. The head of the demon cavalry erupted into a piercing laugh, and someone roared: "Vagra!"

(Kill!)

"Vagra!" the cavalry cries were earth-shattering. They effortlessly caught up with the fleeing orc ranks, laughing wildly and slashing the fleeing orc soldiers from behind one by one with their sabers, screaming one after another, and red blood splattering on the snow.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the captain took a few of his most loyal soldiers to block the main road, trying to snipe the demon cavalry and cover the retreat of the others. But with a single impact, several orcs were swallowed up by the black sè madness, and the overwhelming hooves of the horses trampled them, and they let out a terrible scream, the sound became quieter and quieter, and finally it was almost inaudible. The cavalry continued to pursue, showing off to each other with all sorts of beautiful knife moves, slashing the fleeing orc routers one by one to the point of blood.

Sometimes they deliberately lowered their horses, watched the orcs run with the last of their strength out of fear, staggered and fell on the muddy road, and looked back at the distorted facial expressions of fear—all of which made the murderous demon cavalry feel extremely happy, until the orcs could no longer run, and could only crawl on the ground little by little, or the demon soldiers were on this "toy" Feeling bored, they simply went up and cut off each other's limbs, and then trampled on them repeatedly, trampling him into a mass of flesh.

The orcs who fled into the fields on both sides of the road did not escape their fate.

In the early winter when the vegetation is withering, there is no hiding in the wilderness. The various detachments of the demons chased after them, captured them one by one, tied them with ropes, and dragged them on horses without mercy as they galloped along the roads covered with sharp stones and thorns, passing through cities and towns.

The demon cavalry went from village to village and announced: "These traitors have failed the great grace of the God Emperor and betrayed the great God Clan.

This is what will happen to them!" he declared, pointing to the bloody and unrecognizable mass of rebel prisoners behind the horse.

Civilians of all ethnic groups watched sideways, women had tears in their eyes, but they did not dare to shed them, and the men clenched their fists and gurgled with anger in their eyes. In the past seven or eight years, the red blood of the hot-blooded people has flowed all over the Far East. The uprising launched by the Holy Temple, under the brutal suppression of the demons, suffered a heavy blow.

As early as May and June of the year 780, the rule of the demons in the Far East had shown an unstable trend. Because of their wanton expropriation, the people of all ethnic groups are full of complaints. Due to the famine, civil revolts and sāo uprisings of varying scales broke out in various places, but they were quickly pacified by the powerful demon army, but the sword of the demon clan failed to calm the anger in the hearts of the people, especially after the massacre in Sharo Province in October, the people everywhere gave up the last trace of illusion about the demon ruler.

People began to miss the rule of the Zichuan family back then, and found that the rìzi at that time was not as bad as they imagined.

The old man who went from village to house sang a song in praise of General Stirling, and sang the praises of his great achievements in the battle with the demons in Pai. People remember that the young famous general of Zichuan not only fought like a god, but also had strict discipline, although he was the one who beat the Far Eastern armies from all walks of life to scream, but the army under his command did not commit any crimes against civilians of all ethnic groups.

A mysterious prophecy is secretly recited everywhere: the king who drives out darkness, the light that shines on the earth, and our king is about to come to the earth......

No one knew what this sentence meant, only that it was a holy temple from Yun Province, but it was enough, and people whispered and passed on the words one by one, and soon spread throughout the Far East. In the teahouse, in the restaurant, and under the trees on the road, people who don't know each other get together to talk, lamenting the cruelty of the current demons and the difficulties of current affairs.

When the conversation was about to end, someone would always come out and whisper the famous prophecy: "The king who drives out the darkness, and the light that shines on the world...... his expression becomes very intriguing.

Everyone nodded understandingly, "When our king comes!" and everyone exchanged glances and dispersed.

There is no basis for this, but everyone is sure that such a rìzi will definitely not last long, and a change will come soon.

Various mysterious organizations have emerged in various villages, farmhouses, and towns, and the self-defense forces that have just been disbanded in towns, towns, and towns have reorganized themselves spontaneously, and everyone has dug up and polished their buried weapons again.

Cities, towns, and cottages are filled with an unusual atmosphere. In those ordinary mornings and dusks, people are calm on the outside, as if they were going out to work and go home to rest, but the inside is turbulent and restless. On those ordinary rìrì nights, people wait anxiously, not knowing what they are expecting - they are just waiting for anything that can break the ordinary.

While waiting, a tense dark cloud hung over the entire Far East, thickening and getting darker. The autumn breeze blowing from the central provinces already smelled of war.

Although people have been waiting intently, when what they are waiting for really comes to them, it is often ignored by those who are waiting: in November, the mutiny of the Far Eastern teams in the Minsk provinces, launched and commanded by the Holy Temple, did not attract everyone's attention at first, the demons are still very strong, it has an army of millions, and no one dares to expect the Far East to be liberated from the clutches of oppression so quickly.

In the eyes of the people, it is impossible for the demons to be defeated by manpower, and only a savior who relies on surreal divine power or a sword in gold armor descends from the sky, as if it is recited in a ballad: "When our king comes......"

On November 17, 78o, the 1st and 3rd Far Eastern Regiments stationed in the important town of Xiluo in Minsk Province, after learning the news of the Demon Clan's invasion of the temple, the angry half-orc soldiers launched a mutiny that night, killing all the team leaders appointed by the Demon Clan and the few Demon officers in the team, and elected new officers: Vera, the new team leader of the 1st Far Eastern Regiment, who has always enjoyed a certain prestige among the soldiers; the team leader of the 3rd Regiment was Bertero, who was originally the village chief and wine shop owner of a large village in Yun Province, and he was elected as the team leader because 80% of the soldiers in the team were incorrigible alcoholics。

The revolting team set out that night and headed straight for the temple in Yun Province.

The next day, the Garlingsha regiment stationed in Bagla, Deya province, mutinied. The mutinous team killed a detachment of demon infantry defending the city, rushed out of Bagra City, and ran directly in the direction of Yun Province.

In the afternoon of the same day, on the outskirts of the city of Valin in Minsk, the 7th Regiment of the Far Eastern Zoe staged a mutiny. Under the command of the orc officer Bran, the mutinous team launched an attack on the demon garrison of Wallin City defending the city in broad daylight, crushing a demon infantry brigade and occupying Wallin City. Before the reinforcements of the demon clan heard the news, the mutinous troops had already withdrawn from the city in an orderly manner and began to move towards Yun Province. In every town and village, angry sentences written in chalk can be seen everywhere on the walls: "Green thief, get out of the temple!", "Return my temple, return me to the Far East!", "Down with the green thief!"

At the gate of the city wall of Minsk, the capital of Minsk, on the bricks of the city wall of the green sè, someone wrote a line of words in white sè lime: "Green thief, the time has come to knock out your front teeth and cut off your right hand!" In the daytime, even the blind can see clearly.

Local officials in Minsk were so frightened that they quickly organized people to wash away the slogan, but the word quickly spread throughout the city.

On November 20, large-scale demonstrations and demonstrations broke out in the major cities of the Minsk province.

The parade orcs burned the flag of the Demon Kingdom: the Golden Lion Banner. This sparked a fierce clash between the demon jǐngcha and the demonstrators, and the two sides had a brawl, with more than 1,000 armed jǐngcha beaten to the ground by more than 40,000 angry marchers, and more than 50 people died.

Subsequently, the demonstrators broke through the human wall formed by the demon jǐngcha and stormed the demon governor's palace in Minsk province, destroying all the equipment in the official palace. The Demon Governor was spared death because he hid in a closet. During the five-hour conflict, the demon garrison, which was less than three miles away from the city, did not move.

Although the messengers for help went back and forth between the barracks and the city one after another, the army watched the whole process of sāo's movement coldly and silently, and remained unmoved. Compared with the surging emotions of the people, the atmosphere in the demon garrison appeared calm on the surface, but secretly it was even more turbulent, like a fire bucket filled with zha medicine, which was about to explode.

In the regular army of the demon race, the attitude of the demon soldiers towards the half-orc soldiers has always been arrogant and invincible, and the half-orc soldiers can only endure in silence. Ever since the outbreak of the Temple Incident, all of a sudden, the orc soldiers, who had always been docile and honest, had become inscrutable, and their eyes flickered. They no longer obey orders, their temper has become very bad, for trivial things, the half-orc soldiers dare to blow their beards and stare at the demon officers in a very frightening way, and even scold, which shocked the demon officers and soldiers.

There were constant frictions, fights, and brawls between the two sides. The tense antagonism between the two sides is constantly heating up, escalating, and becoming more and more intense. On the fifteenth day of November, several demons and orc soldiers fought in the cafeteria, and in the chaos, one of the orc soldiers was stabbed to death with a meal knife, and the remaining orc soldiers shouted: "Companions, come here!" The half-orc soldiers who were napping heard the quarrel and rushed from all directions.

They joined the warband in large numbers in silence. What started as a dry fight of three or five people eventually grew to a scale of tens of thousands, with weapons on both sides.

During the brawl, the military canteen was razed to a pulp. Right above this ruin, thousands of orc soldiers and almost the same number of demon soldiers faced each other a few meters apart, snorting with anger in their nostrils, as if a real mutiny would begin immediately if they disagreed.

Fortunately, the Demon Commander Kara Legion Commander was still a little sane, and when he arrived, he ordered all the demon soldiers present to immediately return to the barracks. So the half-orc soldiers, whose self-esteem was satisfied, also agreed to join the group. Although Commander Kara prevented an imminent mutiny at the last minute, there was no sign of turning around. Between the demons and the orcs, that's the real contempt*. The two sides began to isolate themselves from each other, to each other, not to talk to each other, to ignore each other.

When they were eating, they didn't eat in the same cafeteria, and even if they met on the road, the only reaction on both sides was a vicious gaze, coupled with a defiant blowing beard glare. In addition, all demon soldiers who left the camp alone would disappear inexplicably, and their bodies would float in the river next to the camp a few days later, and the suspicion could only fall on the various orc teams.

Now, even the most daring demon soldiers didn't dare to approach the orc station after Rì fell. And the demon army also issued a ban, strictly prohibiting half-orc soldiers from entering the demon camp. The two armies camped on the side, like enemies who shared the sky, and each other was waiting for the opportunity to let go of the battle.

The situation is already obvious, although the various orc teams are still in the barracks of the demon army, they are no longer under the control of the demon clan. For them, Kara was now waiting cautiously. He ordered an increase in the salaries of the orc soldiers and officers, ordered their food to be improved, and gave them new clothes and equipment............ Whatever they say, Kara does. In order not to provoke them, he did not even dare to order the demon garrison to go out and suppress the rebellion in the city of Minsk - it was too late to pacify them, how could he dare to order them to go out to suppress their brothers?

While pacifying, Kara, the commander of the military district, urgently reported the current tension to the Far Eastern Governor's Palace, which was established in Tussauds Province, hoping to send reinforcements. He was very worried that there were not many pure demon armies in his own ranks, and most of the armies were composed of local natives in the Far East and humans who had surrendered to the demons. At a time when the national revolt in the Far East was on the rise, the successive mutinies and rebellions proved that the native armies of the Far East were manifestly untrustworthy, and that the armies of the human soldiers, though they had always been the most despised, were more reliable.

They would not have been moved by "the temple, the great traditions of the Zoe, the zìyóu", or some other inexplicable ghost, and they would not have been involved in the indigenization of the Far East, because it had nothing to do with them. Kara was considering reorganizing the unreliable native forces in the Far East, or surrounding them with stronger, more reliable troops, to isolate them from the outside world. However, before this order could be carried out, it was resolutely opposed by the staff.

They said: "At this critical moment, once the incident happens suddenly, we need to have a determined army at hand, and we should gather the few demon troops and clench them tightly into a fist. Your Excellency, General, to disperse them among the unstable forces is simply self-defeating. Faced with well-reasoned opposition, Commander Cara was slow to make up his mind. He was hesitating. But on the other hand, he was quite resolute: the mutinous forces that had already participated in the rebellion must be eliminated immediately, and at this time, the regular demon army of thirteen regiments from the province of Salosa who had completed the suppression mission and was about to return to the province of Tussauds happened to pass through the province of Minsk, and they were assembled in the area of the Paro plain of the province of Minsk.

The Grand Doge of the Far East made it clear to Sù Kara that new reinforcements would not come, as the Far Eastern Doge's Office itself was already overrun by the rebellion of the Piso Regiment in Tussauds, but that Kara could mobilize this passing force of fresh troops to "extinguish the shameful rebellion that was already imminent."

Given the authorization, Kara sprang into action. On the banks of the Blue River in Minsk Province, the demon light cavalry caught up with the rebellious 3rd Regiment of the Far Eastern Orcs, slashing the rebellious Orc soldiers to pieces with their sabers, and their corpses were all over the beach, washed by the cháo water, and floating on the surface of the water one by one. The orc ranks were completely crushed, and the soldiers scrambled to flee, but they couldn't outrun the four-legged horses, and the blue sabers behind them glistened under the rì light.

Just when the 3rd Regiment in the Far East was about to face the annihilation of the entire army, the 1st Regiment of the Orcs in front turned back to reinforce, and they effectively sniped the cavalry of the demons in a dense formation, repelling the first round of attacks of the demons. The demon cavalry was taken aback, in order to catch up with the rebellious orc team, they had been on the road for a day and a night, the men and horses were tired, and the main force had not yet arrived. Seeing that the enemy was in such a desperate posture, they did not dare to fight, and the cavalry turned around and closed the group, retreating three miles and waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

In the fierce battle, neither side noticed that on the hillside next to the battlefield, several uninvited guests had quietly arrived.

"It's a shame. Zichuan Xiu easily opened his palm, and his palm was full of sweat. Just now they had watched the whole process of the fierce battle from a distance, and the orcs had missed a great opportunity on the one hand. When the demons defeated the third regiment, their own queues were already scattered and chaotic, the body of the cavalry and horses could no longer support, and the speed of the pursuit slowed down significantly, if the first regiment that came back to reinforce was able to divide part of its forces from the right side of the river bank to outflank while sniping head-on, then it would be able to form a very perfect ambush encirclement. Because on the other side is the Blue River, and the tired demon cavalry has nowhere to escape.

But the first regiment did not do this, they set up a one-line formation, blocking the advance of the demon cavalry with a dense wall of strong people, saving the first regiment that was about to be destroyed. As if their commander was content with merely driving away the demon cavalry, that was enough.

Zichuan Xiu remembered Elder Boudin's evaluation of the commander of the First Regiment at the time of parting: "He is an excellent junior officer, but he lacks his own brains. ”

What he lacks more is a kind of initiative and positivity, Zichuan Xiu thought.

The half-orc Busen, who was following behind Zichuan Xiu, coughed lightly: "Your Highness Guangming, the situation is not good, we have to hurry." ”

Shikawa Shu replied, "Okay." ”

He took out a bronze ghost mask from his duffel bag and put it on his head, and the appearance of the green face and teeth was quite hideous. This mask was a gift from Elder Boudan before leaving, and it was very handicraft, and it felt very comfortable to wear, and breathing and vision would not be blocked.

It is said that this is the handiwork of a very famous dwarven master in history, but Zichuan Xiu has never been able to figure out what the master of the dwarf race wants to do with this mask? Could it be that he also has the same enemies all over the world, being hunted down by demons and wanted by the Zichuan family?

Putting on the mask, Zi Chuanxiu put on a very wide black robe again, so his whole feeling changed, his hideous face, the black robe fluttering, weird and hideous, full of mystery. Shirakawa and Roger almost burst out laughing.

On the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, the armies of both sides have retreated. After clearing up the battlefield, the orcs began to continue eastward, that is, on the side of Yun Province. Following the direction of their team, Zichuan Xiu and his party rode forward. At night, they caught up with the rearguard units of the 1st regiment. The officers and men of the rearguard unit were nervous by the sudden sound of hooves, they thought that the cavalry of the demon clan had returned, and one by one the bows and arrows were wound and the swords were unsheathed, as if they were facing a great enemy, ready for battle.

After the orc Busen showed the scepter marked by the temple to the officers and soldiers of the rearguard, the half-orc soldiers let out a cheer of surprise: "The temple is coming!"

Soldiers gathered around from all sides, asking about the safety of the temple and whether the demons had entered the temple.

Busen replied in the resolute negative: "The temple is safe and sound, the demons have been repelled!"

Suddenly, loud cheers rang out far into the night. Busen asked the rearguard about the location of the group's headquarters, and several soldiers rushed to show them the way, and after walking along the road for about five hundred meters, there appeared in the sparse woods, shacks made of tree branches and canvas tents spread out on the ground.

A middle-aged, half-orc officer wearing a military uniform, who was not tall and had a bare head, stood at the door of a tent in the middle and shouted to the people who came in the dark: "Who is it?"

The soldier who led the way hurriedly replied: "The messenger of the temple has arrived!"

Busen took a step forward and flashed the scepter in front of him: "I was sent by Elder Boudin, and my name is Busen. ”

The officer's voice was tired, and there were deep black circles under his eyes: "Yes, I know you, Team Leader Busen. ”

"I'm looking for your team leader, Vera. ”

"I am. The officer replied in a low voice, raising the curtain of the tent, "Please come in, folks." ”

Like all marching tents, there was an indescribable smell in the air, a mixture of canvas, sweat, and dirt, which was uncomfortable. Everyone sat down around the dim candles. The leader of the Vera team, Jǐng, glanced at Zichuan Xiu, who was wearing a mask and a black robe, and his eyes showed surprise, but he didn't ask out loud.

He also first asked Buson about the temple: "Is the temple safe and sound?"

Busen nodded affirmatively: "Relying on the protection of the Great God of Audi, we have defeated the demons. ”

Vera breathed a long sigh of relief and whispered, "Thank you, Lord Audi, we must not allow the demons to ravage our holy land!" he muttered in a low voice, as if he was muttering some kind of prayer.

Zi Chuanxiu looked very uncomfortable, and thought to himself that you have time to thank the god of Audi, why don't you come to thank Lao Tzu and me. After all, it was me and my subordinates who defeated the demons, not some Audi god. When I was fighting, I didn't see a guy named Audi come out and fight the demons with a saber.

As if guessing what was in his mind, Busen immediately introduced to Vera: "Team leader, this is our Highness the King of Light, who has made the greatest contribution in the battle to defend the temple!"

Vera looked at Zi Chuanxiu, looked at his glowing bronze mask and mysterious black robe, and greeted him hesitantly: "His Royal Highness the King of Light?"

He calmly said to Shikawa Shu, "May the glory of the Great God of Audi bless you, brave human warrior." ”

Zi Chuanxiu nodded solemnly, but did not make a sound. In the eyes of Roger and Shirakawa, Zichuan Xiu's pretending to be mysterious was really ridiculous, and he seemed to want to write on his chest: "I am a mysterious masked man." ”

"What is the current situation of the troops?"

"It's not very good. Today we fought the demons once-"

Roger interjected, "We see it." ”

Vera glanced at Roger indifferently and said to herself, "The Third Regiment has almost been crushed, their captain Bertro is missing, and it is likely that he will either be killed in battle or captured. The rest of their regiment has already joined our regiment, and the troops are now counting the numbers. ”

Bu Sen nodded solemnly: "We saw the course of the engagement, and Bertro and his troops were really unlucky, almost chopping a jīng light." ”

Vera lowered her head and repeated dumbfoundedly, "Yes, they're really out of luck." But fortunately, the main forces of the 1st Regiment remained intact. ”

Zi Chuan Xiu observed the team leader who had just met, he looked tired and pessimistic, and the whole person seemed to be covered in a layer of misty yīn shadow, and his heart was heavy. Busen coughed dryly: "Team leader, I brought Elder Boudin's order. The temple has already identified the commander of the rebel army. ”

Vera's eyes lit up, and she humbly bowed her head and said, "I obey the orders from the temple. Excuse me, who is the new commander?" his tone was flat, but the sudden flush on his face revealed that his mood was not as calm as it seemed, and his eyes flashed with hope.

"The Elder has designated His Royal Highness the King of Light as the military commander of the Central Theater. From now on, you and Bran and Bertro - oh no, he is dead - and from now on, you and Bran's troops, as well as all the Zoe armies in the Minsk region, will be under the command of His Highness the King of Light. He's your new boss. ”

He said slowly, "Elder Boudin has decided that he is the prophesied king who drove out darkness, the king of light. ”

Zi Chuan Xiu looked at him in surprise: The name of the King of Light was changed by Boudan according to his nickname "Guangxiu", what does it have to do with what "prophesied king"? He vaguely felt that the half-orc elder Budan seemed to have a lot of things to hide from him, and he had a feeling that he had fallen into a trap and kicked cow.

Vera's tired eyes with dark circles widened as she looked at Shikawa Xiu and then at Busen, her mouth opening and closing twice, but she couldn't speak. The tense silence in the tent seemed to be some ominous omen, and the dim light jumped uneasily. Vera's calm voice broke the silence: "Team Leader Buson, I have something to tell you. The flame of hope had long since faded, and now his face was dead, and Buson understood what he meant: "Please, Captain Vera." ”

Vera looked at the expressionless Shikawa Xiu and the two humans with indifferent expressions, and hesitated: "I want to tell you alone, team leader." ”

Buson immediately refused: "No. ”

Vera took a deep breath and turned to Zichuan Xiu: "May I ask Your Highness Guangming, what is your true identity?"

Before Zi Chuanxiu could speak, Busen had already rushed to answer: "Your Highness's identity is confidential, you can't know." ”

Vera blushed, "But how can I let an unidentified human be the commander of the army? Even if I agree, can we brave warriors of the Zoe clan agree? Busson, have you forgotten? The elder said that all humans are liars and traitors! They will betray us again!"

Buson frowned: "Vera, you are so rude! You also said that you need a commander to command the whole situation, and now the elder has appointed one for you, but you- are you going to disobey the elder's orders?"

"But Captain Busen, he's obviously a human! How can a human be the leader of our Zoe army?

And he's so sneaky—"

"Presumptuous!" Buson growled in a low voice.

Who knows from which rat hole he came from? Busson, how can you trust me to hand over the army to him?"

"Vera, you must understand that His Highness the Light is the military commander appointed by the elders, and the elder's orders represent the ...... of the federation of the heads of the thirteen tribes"

“...... I don't mean it, and I don't mean to disobey the elders, but ......"

“...... If you do this, that's a rebellious act!"

“...... All my thoughts are for the sake of the overall interests of the Zoe people......"

"Two, can you be quiet?" Zichuan Xiuci's serene voice was particularly abrupt in the middle of the two excited voices that were shouting higher and higher. The two of them stopped talking at once, and looked at the copper-faced man who had never opened his mouth in surprise.

"Roger, take out the march map from your package. Under everyone's gaze, Zi Chuanxiu slowly spread out the marching map on the table, raised his head, the two eyes exposed in the mask were shining like ghost fire, and he said slowly: "The demons will launch a surprise attack on us tonight." ”

His voice was not high, but everyone was speechless in shock. Vera blurted out, "You...... How do you know?"

There was no answer, the indifferent bronze mask was completely expressionless, half of it was in the candlelight, the other half was in the shadow of yīn, and the half-light and half-dark hideous face revealed a strange and eerie atmosphere. So everyone understood that this "mysterious masked man in black" disdained to answer such a simple question, and that kind of great bamboo in his chest overwhelmed Vera in terms of momentum. Vera immediately felt ashamed, as if he had just asked a very childish question. He didn't dare to ask any more, and muttered to himself: "Sneak attack at night, that is exactly the usual trick that the demon army likes to use. They didn't manage to break us during the day today, and there's a real good chance they'll come over in the evening. ”

"We must be ready to stop the Demon Clan's Yīn from succeeding!" Busen said to Vera firmly. (Three humans muttered in unison in their stomachs, "Nonsense.") It was as if he had forgotten about the quarrel. Among so many people, he is the one who has the most confidence in Zichuan Xiu, and during the defense of the temple, he has already learned the power of Zichuan Xiu, a human being. He led more than 200 people to defeat a thousand regular demon troops, just as Elder Budan praised him: "This is a man who can create a miracle. Therefore, he would not be surprised that no matter what Shikawa Shu did.

"I went out and prepared. Vera got up and was about to go out, when the voice of Shikawa Xiu Tablet sounded behind her: "The first point of attack is on the west side of the camp. ”

Vera turned around suddenly, her eyes widening, "You ......"

Shikawa Xiu was silent.

Vera swallowed, her Adam's apple squirming up and down, but she didn't make a sound.

He glanced deeply at Zi Chuanxiu, lifted the curtain and went out.

Outside, Villa's hoarse shout rang out: "Herald, tell all troops to assemble immediately, jǐng ring!" followed by a sharp whistle that could puncture the eardrums, and someone in the distance shouted: "Herald, herald, come here!"

The sound of hurried footsteps, the whispers of the awakened orc soldiers, like mosquitoes chirping, gradually converged into a buzzing sound of iron barrels colliding with each other from nowhere, and someone moaning loudly "ouch ouch...... There was silence in the tent. The flickering candlelight reflected the bronze mask on Zi Chuanxiu's face half-bright, half-dark, and unfathomable. The night wind blows the curtain and rattles.

Unable to bear the pressure of this silence, Busen also stood up: "Your Highness Guangming, I'll go out and see if there is anyone I can help." Zichuan Xiu nodded, and he also went out. Roger and Shirakawa glanced at each other, and Roger asked eagerly, "My lord, why are you so sure that the demons will come to attack tonight?

From under the mask, Shikawa Xiu's lazy voice came: "I guess." ”

The two almost fell out of their chairs.

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