With one hand on the nodule, the huge nodule stirred up with the prayer that sounded so much against human feelings.

It was as if something was making the sound of a fetal movement from the nodule, which was a huge womb.

The eccentric man who called himself Baron Iberin, with his hands touching the tree with a reverent face, began to murmur prayers in another language.

With the sound of those prayers, the zombies gathered even more frantically knocked on the door of their heads with the coffin board.

Is this a fanaticism for that grotesque heresy, or a zeay for hunting blood?

Ma Jun, who had good eyes, saw all kinds of visions in the zombie army.

Ma Teng stared at the slowly approaching army of the losers, but instead turned his horse's head, raised his hand, and stopped the subordinates who were about to follow behind him.

"Come with us!"

However, Ma Teng, who has always been good-tempered, shouted violently at this moment: "You go first, report the situation here as soon as possible! I will go to find out the reality of these monsters!"

He turned his head and stared motionlessly at the approaching army of the lost, and then as soon as he grabbed the belly of his horse, he rushed towards this unpopular corpse army!

Unable to stop Ma Teng's movements, his deputy could only grit his teeth and shouted: "Everyone hurry back to the city and report the situation here to the advisor!"

Seeing that the horse soldiers calmly retreated, Ma Teng fastened the battle helmet on his head, raised a little steel gun, roared the tiger, and rushed towards the corpse army in front of him!

After several battles, Ma Teng's instinct as a military general, which has been passed down from his ancestors and hidden in his blood on weekdays, has been stimulated at this moment. As a top-notch figure in Wei Ye's pro-army in terms of martial arts and courage, a certain immortal warlock has never spared the general bonds in his purse. The armor on his body is lined with the skin of a basilisk in the sea that has just formed a climate, and the armor leaves attached to it are also the traditional craftsmanship of the standard shield dwarves, and they have been strengthened by a master of magic with some special runes.

Such a heavy armor armament, the defensive performance is no less than a mobile iron fort, not only ordinary feather arrows can not break through the armor, even if it is hit by a blunt weapon such as an iron shovel and a heavy hammer in the front, the power rune attached to the basilisk skin is enough to eliminate the strength.

It's a pity that the price of this kind of refined armor unique to the Star Gate is not low, otherwise if it were one per person, Wei Ye would have led his troops to level the Qiang army camp. But at that time, it will be necessary to share life and death with Helan before we can talk about the follow-up.

As soon as the horses charged, the horses neighed and trampled down the corpses that stood in the way.

The corpse soldiers who kept beating the door of their heads with wooden planks to the strange sacrificial songs, even with a decent blade in their hands, owed a heavy coffin board, even if they could beat their heads to the flesh, how could they deal with this armored horseman who was almost armed to the teeth?

In just a few breaths, a man and a horse had already rushed through a gap in the corpse array, heading straight for the strange altar guarded by the corpse soldiers!

The owner of the altar, too, was looking at him with a sadistic smile, half-turning.

"I can't believe that those arrogant people who want to peek into the realm of the Lord have taken in warriors like you!" said Iberin, whose pupils suddenly constricted, as if in admiration, as if he had seen something worth seeing, "then come, warriors, come and accept the challenge of the pious baptized mujahideen!"

Ma Teng didn't take that Hu man's crazy words to heart at all, he slammed the spear out behind him, and threw it at this weird character who was in the company of zombies!

Throwing a spear, Iberin was not afraid at all, stretched out two fingers, and drew a cross in front of him in the order of up, down, left, and right.

A strange fluctuation appeared in front of Ibelyn for no reason, and then several corpse soldiers around his altar suddenly rose to their feet, and stopped the way of Ma Teng's spear-throwing army.

The spear was thrown open to the chest of the first corpse soldier, and then the castration continued, and then the belly of the two corpse soldiers behind it was pierced!

But even though Ibelyn used the corpse soldiers as a shield to block this spear throwing, his vision was also blocked by the group of corpse soldiers who forcibly lifted it in front of the altar.

Ma Teng, with his men and horses, rose into the air at this moment, and sprinted down with his spear towards the warlock of the Western Regions who was manipulating the army of corpse soldiers.

The rider and the mount worked together seamlessly, and it was the time when the spirit and spirit were promoted to the peak. If this shot is sturdy, not to mention that this eccentric Hu Ren Warlock is a bear, and it can be easily settled!

And at this moment, a muffled sound like a heartbeat sounded on the altar.

But in an instant, a hand suddenly pierced out of the strange nodule.

It was a strong man's hand, with bronze armor, that just crossed between Ma Teng and the sorcerer Ibelin, and slammed Ma Teng's deadly shot in his hand.

After all, Ma Teng was the one behind the gate, and the blade was held, so he didn't have time to think about it, he suddenly turned over and jumped off the horse, and when his body turned, he kicked the man's wrist!

His reaction can't be said to be unhappy, and his change of tactics can be said to be very sophisticated, but the hand holding the spear is not slower than him at all, and even faster!

He kicked forward, but the other hand went straight up, and with one palm, he held Ma Teng's iron-clad combat boots and pushed him back!

It was also between this kick and push that the wooden tumor on the altar suddenly burst open, and a tall and majestic figure stood on the altar.

The man was tall, and he was wearing a beast-headed chain mail lined with a white turquoise brocade robe. He wore a bronze helmet on his head, and most of his face was hidden under the wide mouth of the brass dragon, and only a long white tassel was draped behind his head, which looked like the mane of a wild horse and a young white lion.

But no matter how Ma Teng looked at it, he felt that the young rebel general in front of him was familiar.

Feeling that there was no need to answer Marten's doubts, Ibelyn reached into his chest and pulled out a sharp spear as if to pluck out his heart.

It was a simple and unpretentious long soldier, with no spear tassels or oil-soaked spear shafts, and the whole body was cast from some kind of silver-white metal. But on this simple weapon full of streamlined beauty, there is a chilling killing atmosphere.

Solemnly holding the spear in his hand and handing it to the warrior who had been born from the tree beside him, Ibeline screamed in a hoarse and seductive voice, "Go, O warrior of God, punish those who disobey God's punishment as Saint George slain the dragon!"