Lord Roar

Chapter 222 Fire

The crowd murmured a few times in a mess, and Mourinho didn't care when he saw everyone's absent-minded and perfunctory responses.

A few assassins in the area do not affect the overall situation. What he is good at is the rhythm of the war and the deployment of local troops. He will not pay much attention to this kind of guy who hides his head and shows his tail. He is arrogant by nature. If he is not dead He didn't even bother to ask about the ligers and tiger princes.

Seeing that everyone left, the old shaman changed his dazed state, stood up with a serious face, and said to Mourinho who continued to look at the map: "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, the new style of the Liger Guards The full body armor is also missing."

"What?" Mourinho finally looked away from the map, and said with an uncertain expression: "That is to say, there may be one or more people who are good at assassination and concealment, wearing the full body armor of the Liger Guards, Unimpeded walking among the army?"

The old shaman nodded with a wry smile.

Mourinho slowly walked back to the front of the map, as if nothing was as important as this magical map.

The old shaman looked at Mourinho, who continued to study the map, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Those liger princes died so strangely, and the new generation of full-body armor was also stolen. Mourinho still has the leisure to study the map?
As the highest cultivator among the shamans accompanying the army this time, the old shaman also represented the power of priests among the people of Bimengsha City.

Seeing that the change of the Beast Emperor is about to take place, the folk priests have been waiting and watching, and they just took this opportunity to surprise the southern parish to observe closely whether the rumored god-like Mu Shuai is worthy of their support and follow.

This is the main reason why the old shaman has to personally accompany the army at such an advanced age.

Seeing that Mourinho seemed really immersed in the magic map, the old shaman shook his head slightly and sighed.

Maybe it’s because meeting is not as good as being famous. The outside world really exaggerated Mourinho’s exaggeration. A person who has reached such a high level in the military is already very remarkable, after all, a person's energy is still limited.

Even though he thought so, the old shaman was still full of disappointment. An excellent military commander may not be able to become a good king.

And to be a good king, one must not only have an overview of the overall situation, but also grasp everything in every detail.

The old shaman took a deep look at Mourinho's back, and was about to turn around and leave when Mourinho not far away said to him without raising his head: "Oh, by the way, inform the harpy, by the way Searching in a straight line for three kilometers in the direction where the liger and tiger princes were found, I believe that since they had the cover of full-body armor, they had premeditated. In the past, I ordered the liger and tiger princes to urge the wild dwarves and the two human alchemists, and told the bears to lead two teams of bears to surround the teleportation circle until their identities were confirmed, and let all the wolf cavalry inspect the ligers and tiger princes Before meeting the wolf cavalry and going to the battlefield again, the mask must be lifted to be inspected, to protect the baggage fighters, and to transfer all the baggage to my commander's tent, so that the harpy herald can once again order the storming of the Fortress of Holy Light The main entrance, this time we need a real strong attack, time is running out, there is no time to force that person out, let the soldiers form a paratrooper formation, cut off all the passages between our barracks and the three gates of the Fort of Holy Light, and prevent anyone from tipping off .”

After finishing speaking in one breath, Mourinho still looked at the magic map without raising his head, as if he just ordered a few insignificant things.

At this time, the facial expression of the old shaman was very exciting. After taking a deep look at Mourinho, his eyes burst out with an inexplicable look.

Mourinho, who finally raised his head, looked at the old shaman suspiciously and said, "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

The old shaman shook his head with a smile, and said sincerely: "Lord Mourinho, you are indeed the most sober and wise Beamon I have ever seen, just as the rumors say."

Mourinho smiled modestly, and once again focused on the map.

The old shaman, who was about to go out, bumped into a nervous-looking Harpy head-on.

Before the harpies could speak, Mourinho walked out of the tent quickly, looked towards the direction of the blazing baggage troops, frowned tightly, sighed and said to the sweaty harpies : "I ordered that all soldiers of the whole army move forward, and retreat before dark if they cannot take the Fort of Holy Light.". .

Looking at the flames covering the sky, Allen and Rooney hid in the newly dug foxholes.

"I fucking asked you to set fire to the baggage, why did you even burn the barracks." Allen was choked by the thick smoke and burst into tears, and kept complaining about Rooney.

Rooney spread his hands innocently and said, "I didn't know that the luggage was not filled with water but kerosene."

"Nonsense, there are only a few narrow roads in the Holy Light Castle, and they will definitely use fire to attack, you don't know that?" Allen actually just wanted to understand, but it doesn't mean that he can't pretend to be a little forced .

Originally, the two wanted to burn the luggage, but in fact, this kind of thing can be done or not. After all, Beamon is a multi-ethnic coalition, and each race carries dry food with them. The luggage is just for emergencies. Sooner or later, the Light Fortress will be breached, and there is plenty of food inside.

However, both of them have a bit of a cheap personality, and they feel that if they don't harm the Beamon orcs, they will always feel awkward.

So Rooney made a move. Who knew that he didn't become a werewolf, and his nose wasn't that sensitive. He thought he was burning dry food, but there were dozens of barrels of kerosene next to the dry food. It was out of control, the tents and the barracks where the soldiers rested were connected together, and the fire spread quickly.

And the most embarrassing thing is that the harpy was lifted into the air when the fire just started, and it has been hovering above their heads. Although it has not been exposed for the time being, it will definitely be found if it flees to the rear.

There was a harpy in the air behind, and the fire spread quickly in front. In desperation, Allen made Rooney change back to a werewolf form and dug a big hole. The two had to hide in it in order not to be discovered.

"Boss, hiding in a pit like this is not an option. They will find us sooner or later."

"Then what should we do, run out now? Can you outrun the wolf cavalry?" Allen scratched his head and said, "There are also those kobolds with the most sensitive noses. Just now I saw piles of them searching us in a large area. Sooner or later it will be discovered."

"Why don't you go out, as long as you run out of their magical confinement range, Master Conslet will take care of us."

"That's the only way to go." Allen nodded, and just exposed his head to the paratrooper pit, and found that all the Beamon orcs began to gather, and then all ran to the front line, even the fire could not be saved, but yes, Beamon I didn’t bring any valuables with me, they were all temporarily built. As long as I protect a few teleportation arrays, there is nothing to worry about if other things are burned. It’s better to take down the Fort of Holy Light as soon as possible, so that all problems will be solved. When the time comes Arranging the teleportation array in the Fort of Holy Light, even if human reinforcements come, they can still attack and defend, and if they fail, they can retreat.

(End of this chapter)