Sarenwell stood on the roof of his office carriage, looking out over the battlefield in the distance, shouting and giving orders. Bayi Chinese Network && He had used the power of magic to amplify his voice as much as possible, but in the battlefield where the sounds of killing, shouting, and howling were earth-shattering, the range that his voice could reach was really limited.

At this time, the mage had long lost his grace and composure, beads of sweat were constantly oozing and rolling down his forehead, and even with the help of magic, his voice had already become hoarse from the long roar, but he himself was unaware of it.

The dutiful heralds were still moving from one carriage to another under his wagon and from the team in front of him, but in the face of the ever-changing battlefield, it was difficult to carry out even Sarenwell's immediate orders, let alone arrive with a delay of several minutes.

"Right flank! Right flank resists! Bastard, who told you to send the heavy cavalry, take the cavalry down! I didn't see the rear of the opposing side preparing for a surprise attack...... Oh, damn it, they're already assaulting! Blocking ...... Oh, no...... Nice, send a squad of Imperial knights to the right flank, assault the enemy's arrows, remember to bring a priest. ”

With Sarenwell's roar, twenty Imperial knights with bright armor rode their horses, slowly galloped out from behind the carriage, and then gradually accelerated, and after a few hundred meters, they had reached the highest speed, their long cavalry spears had been flattened, and with the help of the huge inertia of the war horse sprint, they faced the black-armored town bear knight who had broken through the right flank line in front!

The two torrents of steel collided violently, but the violent collision ended in the crushing defeat of the Imperial Knights. The tall and sturdy Imperial Knight was a whole circle smaller in front of the Bear Knight, and the difference in strength was even greater than the size of the Knight. Most of them were knocked upside down and flew out, while the magic horses of the bear knights burst out with incredible power, and the resistance of the collision seemed to be completely non-existent, not even a momentary pause, but accelerated to chase down and fly out of the imperial knights, and under the sword wheel, many knights were suddenly cut into two pieces with people and horses!

The Bear Rider was possessed by death, swept back and forth twice, and there was no one left of the Imperial Knight. The gap on the right wing is getting wider. Fortunately, these black-armored demons didn't seem to be able to fight for a long time, and after disrupting the formation of the right flank, they retreated, changing into countless miscellaneous soldiers with messy clothes and various weapons in their hands, and rushed into the right flank and began to fight and fight.

The right flank was completely confused, and at this time, another group of Bear Knights suddenly dug into the middle lane, tearing a gap in the tight line, so a large number of fierce warriors followed the Bear Knights and rushed into the array.

Seeing that most of the battle formations of the Iron Triangle Empire and the Sequoia Kingdom alliance were about to fall into chaos, at this moment, the middle formation that was almost collapsing suddenly shone with a divine light, and the warriors who were shrouded in brilliance seemed to have drunk a bottle of magic vitality potion, and their spirits were instantly boosted, and their strength, reaction, and even defense were greatly improved, immediately causing heavy casualties to the enemy, and even the two Bear Riders were pulled down from the magic horse.

Not far away, Sinclaire, who was standing on the back of the manticore, narrowed his eyes, lightly** his lips, and muttered: "It's the smell of magic again, I hate the priest's ......"

She stood on the edge of the battlefield for most of the time, neither commanding the army nor joining the charge, like a little girl in her own sanity, standing still, muttering to herself over and over again.

But as he read it, Sinclair's figure suddenly disappeared. In an instant, she maintained the posture she had before she disappeared, her expression was as confused, innocent and innocent as ever, but the person appeared behind the only great priest on the battlefield, and at this time she had already crossed a distance of hundreds of meters from her original position. Then, like a lost little girl, she looked around and screamed and fled quickly to her own front.

A small group of Templar Knights guarding the Great Priest on the periphery didn't react at all, only to see a petite and beautiful little girl like a doll, but with a scantily clad almost **, screaming and running in front of her, no one even thought to reach out to stop it.

From beginning to end, it was as if she had done nothing. However, the great priest's divine skills were suddenly interrupted, and then the divine skills that were originally blessed on the warrior's body disappeared one by one.

The great priest was stunned, looked down at his chest, and saw that a big hole had been broken in the chest of the luxurious and expensive robe at some point, and through the hole in the clothes, it could be seen that a terrifying hole had also appeared in the exposed chest, and it was empty, and there was nothing.

Isn't that the location of the heart? With the last doubt, the great priest's eyes quickly lost all their brilliance, and he fell to the sky. And the little girl who ran had an extra heart in her hand.

But this heart is not the great priest's, the heart that belongs to the priest has already entered her stomach. As for the heart of the hand, Sinclair just sniffed it and threw it aside, and then miraculously another heart appeared in her little hand, and the hot heart was still pulsating tenaciously, without knowing that she had left her original body.

In this way, Sinclaire's figure flickered in the battlefield where thousands of people fought each other. Her demeanor is delicate and immature, and has nothing to do with the fierce fighting of iron and blood, just like a willful little girl, picking the fruit of the tree all the way, biting the delicious ones, and throwing them aside if they are not delicious. It's just that the other little girls pick up real fruits, and she picks the hearts of the enemy. Everywhere she walked, many coalition soldiers suddenly froze, and then fell from their horses without warning, only to see a cloud of blood spreading rapidly under their bodies.

Sinclair walked through the fierce battle and back to her line, shoved her heart into the manticore's mouth, and jumped the manticore's head. She looked at the battlefield, suddenly screamed loudly, stretched out her hand and pointed forward, and ten Bear Riders immediately drove the Pony and launched an attack in the direction she specified!

It was the direction in which she had crossed the enemy line, just in front of the Bear Knights' charge, when one Templar Knight after another suddenly fell from their horses. The chaos on the right flank and in the center began to continue to spread outward, trying to involve the left flank as well.

"Damn! it's going to be untenable!" said Sarenwell, slamming down the guardrail on the roof of the car. He suddenly turned around and shouted, "A team of Imperial Knights, a team of Templar Knights!

After the order was given, Sarenwell's voice suddenly froze, and behind him, the strong reserves that had been lined up in a neat phalanx were now sparse. As soon as the new order was issued, the corresponding fighters rushed into the field to strengthen the crumbling defensive line. However, after this group of reinforcements was dispatched, there were only a hundred available soldiers at his disposal, of which the knights had only one team of twenty horsemen, and the mages and priests were all on the battlefield.

The only priest who has not yet been used, in addition to Sarenwell himself, is a fifteenth-level archmage and a sixteenth-level archmage. The latter two are in terms of status and status, and they are both at the real top level in the Sequoia Kingdom, not lower than Sarenwell. They are all really big people, and it is impossible to risk their lives.

"The Devil...... She is the real devil! We must destroy her! At any cost!" The Great Priest's gray beard trembled, and his wrinkled old face was contorted with anger. The rebuke was not enough to express his anger, and he was still slamming the roof of the car under his feet with a gold-encrusted scepter.

"That's my carriage!" Sarenwell roared inwardly, but didn't really call out the words. The words he hadn't yet uttered were "Since you hate the devil so much, go and destroy her." ”

But Sarenwell knew very well in his heart that after seeing another great priest who was also a sixteenth level being strangely and lightly pulled out of his heart by Sinclair, the great priest said that he would not fight again. The most he can do is to bless the reserve team that is about to attack.

Nei'an, the god of courage, has very limited power in the territory of the Sequoia Kingdom, and there are only three sixteenth-level great priests in total. Among them there will be a future cardinal. Now that a great priest has been accidentally killed in battle, the chance of promotion for the surviving one has increased from one-third to half. That's a huge improvement, but if he dies in battle, then the chance of the one who doesn't play becomes 100%.

It's a simple math, but it's not a simple human heart.

Even in the honor of the gods, believers are allowed to keep a little bit of their own petty selfishness.