Beamon's sacrifice is never alone, and its professional nature determines that it can play its due role in team battles, so the sacrifice will definitely not lack powerful followers in addition to the due magic pets.

It's just that the Wind Whisper Sacrifice and the Soul Sacrifice are excepted, because they can only use the battle song of the psychic war song, and it can only be said that they have just stepped into the door of the sacrifice and do not have strong combat capabilities.

However, the number of sacrifices in this part is the largest, and more than 97% of the sacrifices in the huge territory of the Beamon Kingdom are at this level. They roamed the kingdom, bringing the voice of the god of war to the toiling Beamons in the backwoods.

As one of the twelve main priests of the Temple of the God of War, Mourinho's authority is second only to the supreme authority of the temple ~ the red-clothed priest, and he is really a high-ranking person. In addition, the old swan is in a famous family, and he is a genius in the sacrifice, and his appearance is even more handsome and extraordinary.

The protagonist version of this proper knight is naturally not short of followers. Those who can follow him for protection are the elite of the professional elite.

However, even so, the number of followers behind him exceeded 100. One by one, they walked up the last few steps and walked up the large square on the high slopes of the red clay, forming a team of honors behind Mourinho.

What a fucking boolean! Liu Zhenzhen secretly cheered in his heart.

Dressed in a gorgeous cloak and holding a magic staff, the robe is constantly converging with strange magical symbols, and his body is full of the power of the elements

A witch carrying a broom and dragging a crystal ball

An elven archer with a beautiful face, a quiver on her back, a leaf ring on her head, and an elven priestess dressed in a snow-white robe and holding an ancient code of thorns

An alpine dwarven warrior armed with a proud rune hammer, a long beard, and braided hair

A barbarian with rough skin and thick flesh, tall and burly, and his arms were full of bronze armbands and hand armor

A Teutonic warrior wearing navy blue armor and a black scarf on his shoulders, armed with a St. Armani spear and a half-moon steel shield

A fierce and martial warrior with a bearskin and snow-glittered two-handed battle axe

A jungle druid with a dozen forked elk antlers and a wooden staff and quinoa

For now, the configuration shown is comparable to that of a Bimon thousand-man warband, and there is no problem. You must know that Beamon is a strong orc warrior, born with the strength, size and courage of a beast, and it is completely okay to fight against the elite army of human beings.

This is also because the 6 million population of the Kingdom of Beamon can resist 300 million humans, although there is an internal struggle in the human empire, but Beamon's own bravery still accounts for the vast majority.

Now it is only the tip of the power of the followers of the old swan, just like the iceberg on the surface of the sea, I don't know how much strength is hidden underwater.

Lao Liu's heart was a little cold, compared to it, his Fei Leng Cui militia could only be regarded as a rabble. Who else? Lao Liu's eyes looked at the steps that were dark because it was dark.

A cold wind like a knife blew through the square, and at the end of the procession came six frost giants who were five meters tall, naked in animal skins, carrying giant clubs of beast fangs, and an empty-handed human warrior.

The Frost Giant is a subspecies of the Sky Giant on the Aegean Continent, and the blood of the giant is already relatively thin. But even so, very few forces dare to provoke them. Because in addition to their infinite strength, these giants can also automatically coat themselves with a layer of hard frost armor when they use weapons, which is more effective than most metal armor. Taller Frost Giants can even use simple frost-based magic to condense huge ice balls with their hands and throw them at their enemies, or gather smooth ice surfaces on flat ground to disrupt the battle.

The last human warrior is the most special of the group. There was a trace of visible wrinkles on his handsome face, and although he was not wearing a weapon on his body, facing him, anyone had an awe-inspiring feeling of a sharp sword on his eyebrows.

Lu Xihua smiled, as the pride of the Beamon Kingdom, the absolute genius of the sacrifice, and one of the twelve chief priests of the temple, Lord Mourinho, there was not a single Beamon warrior among his followers. It's really interesting, this is the era of the Beamon warriors, how many empires and mercenary groups are eager for a powerful Beamon warrior but can't get it.

But this old swan doesn't, which is a bit interesting.

Mourinho walked to the main seat of the 100-meter-long table in the middle of the square, and said with a smile: "Everyone sit, there is no need to be restrained, in fact, I am also very excited now, please allow me to calm down my excitement first, and sincerely say to all the Mandarin Fury and Skade: Welcome home, back to the kingdom of Beamon, back to the homeland where your ancestors grew up! Needless to say, this must be the credit of Richard's sacrifice." ”

Immediately, the more than 2,000 insects present excitedly thanked the great man, and many of the older insects even used the ancient rites of the five hearts close to the ground to meet our chief priest.

Only then did Lao Liu notice that the seats on his side on the long table were empty, and none of his followers were gone, including the whale warrior Fei Gao, who was still talking together and speculative just now. All that remained were empty tables and wooden benches. Lao Liu was busy looking at Taishizu's personal forces, and he didn't notice when they disappeared.

Aren't these little cubs going to force Lao Tzu into the fire pit? Lao Liu smiled bitterly and shook his head. At the top of the laterite high slope, there are several swirling staircase corridors leading to the lower caves, and you can go down without taking the front steps, and Liu Zhenzhen has already guessed what these boys are going to do sneaking around.

Is there anything else besides earning face for yourself?

"This is your mysterious and powerful Frost Snow Pichu Demon Pet, isn't it?" Mourinho smiled and walked over to Liu Zhenzhen's side, affectionately touching the head of Guoguo, who was standing on the table and dancing. "The whole kingdom knows about its prestige, and it is very powerful. ”

The monkey-like fruit moaned pleasantly when it was touched, and nodded its little head violently, but the macaw next to it had a look of disdain.

The atmosphere at the scene was very harmonious, and the host and guest looked happy. "What a cute little thing, nice to meet you, I'm ~" Mourinho also seemed to be very happy, very polite corporal, and pinched Guoguo's belly with a smile on his face.

"Silly b~" Before the priest finished speaking his name, the macaw spoke first, his little head held high, looking like you scum could help me.

Liu Zhenzhen slapped himself on the head, it was time to take care of these two little rabbits.

"Little bastard!" said Helen and Gotanie at the same time, blushing. Jose Mourinho is the ancestor of one of them and the father of the other. The macaw's swear words were a shame on them, and even if they were usually spoiled, the two of them made up their minds to ground them after the banquet and educate them well.

"One of you opens the dock ~ the other pushes the butt ~" The macaw squinted its little eyes and looked at the two absolute high-level people of Fei Lengcui, pecked the feathers on its wings with its beak, and then let out a strange cry, "Hairless White Tiger ~Quack~~"

Gotanie and Helen almost fainted on the spot, and were stopped by the macaw's yellow mouth. Even Lord Mourinho, whose expression is never revealed, has a mouth open like a dying catfish at this moment.

Elder Andulan and the two fairy dragons were completely stunned.

Lu Xihua covered his mouth and laughed wildly. Interesting! It's really funny! He had a hunch that this joke would follow Lao Liu for the rest of his life.

Guoguo and the little pig Katyusha grinned and giggled, shook their feathers, and snorted proudly.

"Who taught the parrot the second sentence?" Lao Liu was cold, tonight the guests were like clouds, full of friends, shame!

Just when it was cold, the sound of pedaling sounded on the steps again, and the Fei Leng Emerald militia who had finished wearing them entered the field.