Volume 2: The Lake of Winter, Chapter 26, Victory, has nothing to do with light

The Commander of the Temple Cavalry looked at the bottom of the meadow, without any expression on his face, he didn't care about the life and death of everyone in the food team camp, he just wanted to see if there would be a suitable time for him to send troops in the chaotic situation.

A violent vibration of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi suddenly came from below the meadow, and that powerful and high-realm runic aura was directly and clearly reflected in his sea of consciousness, causing his expression to change drastically.

Qu Ni Ma Di, an old fu, was as hard as a stone, and when he watched the group of horse thieves swing his scimitar and slash Yan Guofu, who couldn't dodge, the wrinkles on his face did not tremble at all.

But when the carriage was scattered to pieces, and the girl in white floated into the air to draw the talisman, the wrinkles on her face suddenly changed from lines carved in stone to chaos in the wind, and they were all piled together, and she looked shocked.

"That talisman in the camp is actually her!"

"How can she write indefinite characters? Could it be that she has already entered the fate?"

Qu Nimadi's expression was gloomy, and she glanced back at the carriage in the middle of the cavalry queue, secretly thinking that if her niece, who was pampered by herself, knew about this fact, she didn't know how she would react.

The curtain of the carriage was closed, and the girl inside, who was as quiet and pure as an orchid, felt the terrifying talisman coming from under the meadow, slowly raised her head, and her face showed a hint of enlightenment, and she whispered to herself: "It turned out to be Sister Mo." ”

Through the curtains, he guessed who the talisman was, and this flower-like girl didn't seem to know what happened under the meadow outside the carriage before.

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The half-way rune turned into an invisible high-speed air mass, like a giant fist swung by the gods with all their might, instantly tearing through the air above the camp, knocking out a huge hole in the wall of fire, and stunting more than a dozen horse thieves alive, and then came to the leader of the horse thieves, and suddenly condensed with the winter wind.

The leader of the horse thieves knew that his fate was hanging by the moment, and with a muffled snort, his fingers hanging by the saddle trembled violently, and his thumb tapped at high speed on the lines of his middle index finger, forcing out all the mental power in Zhihai without cherishing.

The strong mental power accumulated after decades of meditation came out of his body, and collided violently with the power of the runes that rushed to his face, and the strange power collided, causing countless strange white lines to appear in the air around the horse thief leader.

These white sè lines are very subtle turbulence in the air, because they are not equal to the speed of the surrounding air, so that the light is refracted very much, so the white sè appears.

can make the empty air tear so unbearable, whistling in the smallest places, you can imagine what a terrifying thing it is for the half-way rune to collide with the decades of skill of the Great Nian Master.

In the countless air turbulences that seemed to be catkins dancing wildly, a few drops of blood splashed from the corners of the eyes of the leader of the horse thieves, and the mounts under him were even more mournful, and their hooves stepped back in a disorderly manner.

Because this unfinished rune was too powerful, the leader of the horse thieves had to condense all his mental power to fight, and naturally there was a very short gap in the mental attack of Ning Que, who was spurting blood and falling in the air.

Ning Quezhi's tens of thousands of steel needles in the sea suddenly disappeared, and the pain that remained in his consciousness still remained, but he finally woke up from his vague and confused state for a moment.

All it takes is a moment of sobriety.

He pulled out the big black umbrella he was carrying behind his back, and with a flick of his wrist, the coarse cloth was torn apart, and the big black umbrella wrapped in heavy cloth that had not seen the light of day for several months regained its sight, like a black lotus flower, blooming above his head.

The big black umbrella allowed him to slow down the speed of his downward fall, so that he would not fall to his death, and the more important thing was that the surface of the big black umbrella, which looked extremely greasy and dirty, actually absorbed most of the terrifying telekinetic attacks from below.

The body was still floating in the air, and Ning Que's hand holding the knife had already waved over.

At this time, there was still some distance between him and the leader of the horse thieves below, and the Pu knife could not cut the other party, but a silver needle broke out of the air with a snort from between his wrists, just like those scenes that happened every day in the mountains behind the academy, following a strange and difficult dark line, stabbing the eyes of the leader of the horse thieves!

The leader of the horse thieves is a great master of the Cave Xuan Upper Realm, and his own cultivation realm is similar to that of the white-clothed girl Moshan Mountain, but it is still difficult to deal with the unfinished rune, and his whole body is bound by the turbulence of those dangerous vitality in the air.

He didn't expect that Ning Que, who was obviously seriously injured and about to die, would still hide such a dangerous back, seeing that the extremely dim and almost invisible silver thread was about to pierce his eyes, he could not avoid it, so he could only take a very risky attitude regardless of the turbulence in front of him, and forcibly lowered his head.

With a pop, the silver needle instantly pierced into his eyebrow bone!

The silver needle was deep and did not see the tail, and a drop of blood like a red mole appeared at a glance.

The leader of the horse thieves only felt a sharp pain in his head, and his eyes couldn't help but go dark.

The darkness in front of me was not exactly an injury caused by pain, but it was really dark.

Because the big black umbrella fell.

Under the big black umbrella, the Pu knife in Ning Que's hand slashed straight out, and the knife posture was concise and clear.

The blade went into the flesh, and then the bones broke, just in an instant.

Smack.

Arms fly into the sky.

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A terrifying bloody wound appeared on the right shoulder of the leader of the horse thieves, and the blood gushed out like a fountain, and the knife was not exhausted, and he howled in pain, and fell to the back of the horse, falling heavily to the ground.

Just before he landed, his thin right hand pointed at Ning Que, who was about to fall on his back, and suddenly opened.

Ning Que was hit hard again, Xiong's abdomen was suffocated, blood was sprayed again, and his body fell.

It happened to land on the horse that had belonged to the leader of the horse thieves.

He was unaware of the sweet meaning in his tongue, and before his consciousness fell into confusion, the sword in his hand broke through the wind and slashed again, but it was not the leader of the horse thieves who had been shaken away, but the horse tun.

An extremely deep bloody wound suddenly appeared on the horse.

Frightened by the pain, the horse rushed forward in a frenzy and crashed headfirst into the wall of fire that was still burning!

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There was another hole under the transparent hole in front of the camp where the wall of fire had been pierced by runes.

A burning galloping horse with a seriously injured and weak Ning Que roared out of the hole, the mane and tail had already begun to burn into ashes, and the tongue of fire on the galloping horse's body spat wildly.

The fire formed by the Burning Sky Fire Fu was extremely terrifying, the horse forcibly rushed through, was burned to death in an instant, and fell heavily to the ground, Ning Que on the horse's back fell to the ground with a bang, and rolled several times in a row before stopping.

Although he was protected by a big black umbrella, the corners of his clothes were still spitting flames, which could burn at any time, and he sat on the ground, turned his head to look at one place, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Water!"

According to his previous instructions, the Tmall girl prepared a large bucket of water to wait beside her, and she did not participate in the defense, watching the senior sisters fighting with the horse thieves in blood, she was so anxious that she couldn't do it, and she couldn't wait to kick the bucket of water over, she didn't expect the change in the battle situation to be so rapid, and it was only at this time that she understood Ning Que's previous intentions.

With a bang, a whole bucket of clear water was poured on Ning Que's body, the flames burning on his clothes were instantly extinguished, and his weak body was directly knocked to the ground by this bucket of clear water poured from his head.

The big black horse galloped from the side of the camp and ran in front of him, bowing his head and arching his body, looking very anxious, as if he was afraid that he would never be able to stand up again if he fell.

Ning Que fell on the wet ground, and indeed had no strength to stand up, but fortunately he didn't faint, he opened his eyes, looked at the horse face that was very close to his face, and pulled up a very difficult smile.

From the beginning of the war to the present, especially when he finally assassinated the leader of the horse thieves, he has encountered countless extremely dangerous situations and countless pains, according to the human instinct, when faced with unbearable physical and mental pain, he will automatically faint, but he seems to have some kind of talent to fight against the instinct of the body, and he has managed to maintain the last trace of clarity.

With difficulty, he lifted his right arm, rested the large black umbrella, which looked a little dirtier than before, on his chest, and then stuffed the bag that had been tied to his middle finger into his arms.

After doing these two things, he was really relieved, but he still did not faint because of mental relaxation, stabbed the tip of his knife into the wetland beside him, stood up with a muffled snort, looked at the sound of fighting around the camp, and wanted to go to help, but found that the body that was seriously injured by the mental power was a little disobedient.

The things that need to be done have been done, shouldn't he die? As for the people around the car formation, he couldn't change anything at this time.

Not knowing what to think, Ning Que looked behind him.

In the wolf-like camp, the carriage that had broken into pieces was only the bottom board, and Mo Shanshan was sitting on the board at this time, and the white shirt on his body was stained with no trace of plaster.

The girl rune master forcibly crossed his realm ability before, and cast a rune that can only be used by a rune master, and was subjected to an extremely strict backlash, plus the mental power in the sea of knowledge was squeezed without a trace left, so he fell directly in the air.

Perhaps because of the shock, Mo Shanshan had woken up at this time.

She lowered her head slightly, the black hair on her forehead was messy, her right hand holding her body against the ground at her side, and the slender eyelashes faintly visible between her hair trembled, and her pale cheeks were full of weakness, as if she might faint again at any time.

There was a faint sound of thunder hooves in the distance, looking at the bursts of smoke and dust above the meadow, Ning Que knew that the temple cavalry was as tempted as he expected, and said to the lynx girl beside him: "When you clean up the battlefield later, go and snatch my two knives back for me." ”

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The wall of fire in front of the camp was mainly to create an opportunity for Ning Que to assassinate the leader of the horse thieves, and the area covered was not large, far from enough to stop those horse thieves. In the midst of the previous scuffle, the horse thieves rushed in with a whistling and waving their scimitars. At this time, the chariot formation composed of grain and straw bags on the carriage board had long been damaged, and the disciples of the Ink Pond Garden were as bright as snow, resolutely facing the battle without retreating, and those Yan pawns and people were killed and injured in a very short period of time.

The leader of the horse thieves was nowhere to be found at this time, and he did not know whether he was seriously injured and taken away by his cronies, or he was dead, and his body was trampled into mud by the horses' hooves, this fact brought a great impact to the horse thieves, and the horse thieves' charging queue was already chaotic, but the defense force in the camp was on the verge of despair.

If the temple cavalry above the meadow had not moved at this time, no one could have predicted whether the camp would have been bloodied first, or whether the horse thieves would have been unable to withstand the pressure and would have collapsed first.

The big people on the meadow were all shocked by the shocking half-way rune of Mo Shanshan before, but they didn't pay much attention to Ning Que, who jumped over the wall of fire and finally slashed the leader of the horse thieves.

The Commander of the Templar of the Temple sensed it, and his keen eyes noticed a dark shadow looming on the other side of the raging wall of fire, but he didn't see the specific situation at that time. But...... He saw that the leader of the horse thieves was seriously injured and then forcibly taken away by several horsemen, and he also saw the precursors of the chaos and collapse of the horse thieves at this time.

The reason why he didn't rush down the meadow to rescue the people in the camp before was because the two or three hundred fierce horse thieves were heavily guarded and still had the power to fight, and the commander was unwilling to risk the lives of the Templar Knights, and now that the leader of the horse thieves was dead and the rout had been completed, it was a good time for the Temple Cavalry to show their strength and collect battle exploits.

"The horse thieves are slaughtering Haotian's followers, and as a temple cathar, you know what to do. ”

The commander of the temple cavalry, drew the sword at his waist, pointed at the chaotic and blood-soaked grain camp below the meadow, and said in a deep voice, the sun shining on his stern and righteous face, looking extremely holy.

"For the light, forward!"

A hundred temple horsemen moved as ordered, weapons with runes engraved in their hands, whip horses, and rushed from the meadow towards the camp at high speed, kicking up countless gravel pieces.

The armor of the black sè was painted with intricate gold sè patterns, and in the sunlight it was like countless blooming sunflowers, glittering, and the temple cavalry began their rescue operation with the spirit of justice and fearlessness.

Facing the cathar army, the most elite cavalry in the world, the horse thieves, who had been exhausted from fighting for half a day, fell into a panic and chaos because the leader was seriously injured and fled, and there was no ability to resist at all, and they retreated in defeat after defeat.

Even the most ferocious and powerful horse thieves are no match for ordinary temple cavalry, not to mention that the scimitars in their hands are as vulnerable as branches and sticks in front of the temple cavalry's talismans.

It didn't take long for the Templars to defeat all the horse thieves around the camp at a very small cost, and the Commander's ideas and plans were perfectly realized.

Bright, again victorious.

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The six hundred horse thieves suffered heavy casualties, the remnants of the horse thieves scattered and broke away, and the temple cavalry had to clean the battlefield, harvest the heads, and protect the nobles above the meadow, and only carried out a symbolic pursuit of the horse thieves, so the horse thieves who had been entangled with the two hundred Yan cavalry and stayed away from the battlefield were also able to take the opportunity to escape.

The battle between the meadows was fierce, and the battle between the two hundred Yan cavalry and the horse thieves was also extremely fierce, and at this time only about forty horsemen were left who could ride back to the camp, and each of them was wounded.

In the battle that began in the morning, people continued to die, but relying on the heroic battle of the chariot array and the disciples of Mochi Yuan, there were not too many dead, and the most heaviest casualties appeared at the end, the broken chariot array and the exhausted Moshan Mountain could no longer protect more people, and countless Yan pawns died tragically under the scimitar of the horse thief.

There was a young male disciple of Ink Pond Court who was attacked by several red-eyed horse thieves and died a tragic death.

Chu Zhihua and other big river country girls stood in front of the corpse of this junior brother with a blank expression, their eyes were full of sadness and anger, and the youngest lynx girl couldn't help crying a long time ago, her eyes were red from crying.

There was a sad atmosphere in the camp, and the sound of dense hooves sounded outside the camp.

The Templar cavalry had completed a short chase of the scattered horse thieves and regrouped, their armor shining brightly in the sunlight, and the neat procession looked orderly and full of light and power.

If it were placed in normal times, those Yan people in the camp who believed in Haotian Dao, out of absolute awe of the Xiling Temple, would surely cast envious and fanatical gazes, and might even kneel on the ground and kowtow reverently. However, at this moment, the people shrouded in grief did not pay attention to the temple cavalry outside the camp, and occasionally someone looked over, their eyes seemed so numb and cold, and even faintly hateful.

If these temple cavalry hadn't stood still on the meadow before, but chose to charge to support the camp at the first time, and cooperated with the disciples of the Ink Pool Garden, especially the powerful girl talisman master, they would definitely have been able to defeat the horse thief, but they didn't do so, and directly led to the camp with heavy casualties at the last moment.

At this time, many cold bodies lying on the ground of the wasteland should still be hot, and many of the dead people could have continued to survive and could see their relatives after returning to the Yan Kingdom, but because of the self-ruthlessness of these temple cavalry, all possibilities are gone.

In this case, no one in the camp would welcome the arrival of this group of temple cavalry.

Man can never see the back of his head, and the light can never see his own darkness, especially when you think you are very high, when you think you are absolutely bright.

The temple cavalry lined up outside the camp did not think that there was anything wrong with their previous measures of standing still, and the horse thieves at that time still maintained sufficient fighting strength, should we let these noble temple cavalry risk shedding blood for you ordinary civilians? On the contrary, in their opinion, in the end, it was still the charge of the temple cavalry that they were able to defeat the horse thieves in one fell swoop, and save the lives of these people in the camp, and they were entitled to a gaze of appreciation, not the cold and even hateful gaze of now.

Some of the temple cavalry couldn't help but have a look of disdain and anger on their cheeks, and if it weren't for the fact that the Commander didn't speak, they might even rush into the camp and drag out the few civilians who dared to look at them with hatred and whip them severely.

Looking at the indifferent cheeks of those temple cavalry outside the camp, thinking of the other party's cold-blooded shamelessness before and the disgusting look now, the lynx girl blushed angrily, raised her arm to wipe away her tears, and was about to rush out to scold the other party.

Ji Zhihua pulled her behind him, forcibly suppressed the sadness and anger in his heart, saluted the temple cavalry commander who was sitting on a horse, said nothing, and took his junior sisters to deal with the aftermath of the camp.

The so-called aftermath is all sadness. The Yan pawns and the people's husbands, who were covered with wounds, supported each other, looked at the bodies of their companions lying horizontally and vertically everywhere, looked at the pools of blood with those severed limbs, and could not feel the luck and joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and many people began to howl loudly, and the cries in the camp shook the sky.

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