Lord Roar

Chapter 230 Sturdy
The incident was beyond Pengater's surprise. He didn't expect that the guy in front of him would dare to take the Holy Son as a hostage. After hesitating for a moment, he waved and summoned a harpy. After whispering in a low voice, the harpy ordered He nodded and flew away.

Allen whispered to Orpheus: "I'm sorry, that's all I can do. You must not be able to run away. Why don't you save a few more people? You have accumulated virtue. Maybe you will be a noble in your next life?"

"Is it the same as you were in the Locke Kingdom before? Every day you live without worry and wait to die?"

Allen smiled silently, this little guy's psychological quality is really good, can he become a holy son, this little guy's psychological quality is really good, he is only one step away from the gate of hell, and he still has the mood to bury himself.

Seeing that Allen didn't speak, Orpheus said in an emotional tone for the first time: "I understand, thank you."

Allen sighed silently. Although he has not been in contact with this holy son Orpheus for a long time, he knows that this guy is just a child, and he may not be as old as little Zach, and he is not a crook of the Holy See. His hands, it seems that his hands may never even be stained with anyone's blood, maybe it may be just a propaganda puppet used by the Holy See.

In addition to the neither happy nor sad expression, Alan can always get a lot of inspiration when the two talk to each other.

Moreover, Allen admired Orpheus' behavior of sacrificing himself to save others just now, but reality is reality, war is war, and Goddess of Luck cannot be attached to a certain person forever.

The harpy came back soon, looked at Allen with a half smile, and shouted deliberately: "Mourinho has ordered that all enemies, including the Holy Son, be executed regardless of whether they surrendered or not. The latest information shows that the Titan's blood inheritance Bloodhoof Dina doesn't care about the Fortress of Holy Light, get rid of it as soon as possible, and the army will soon retreat to the Great Wasteland for continuous operations."

Pengart looked at the Harpy with some doubts, his facial expression was very puzzled.

The harpy seemed to enjoy the hopelessness of those believers, and he opened his mouth and shouted again: "Barbarian, Mourinho asked me to tell you that the Holy Son died in the Fort of Holy Light. The corpse cannot speak, and Beamon will not reveal it. Then who knows that the Holy Son is really dead."

Allen suddenly realized that this guy Mourinho is really treacherous. Beamon just wanted to slap the holy Holy See in the face. It doesn't matter if the Holy Son is alive or not. He is the winner. When the time comes, everyone in the Fort of Holy Light will be slaughtered , If I tell the outside world in the future, whether the Holy Son is dead or alive is not up to them.

At that time, Behemoth said that the Holy Son was not only still alive, but also raped by the Beast Emperor. Isn't it the same for the Holy See to recognize it by pinching its nose?

Allen activated the barbarian battle ring again, pushed Orpheus away, and rushed forward holding the thorn instead.

Capture the thief first, and Allen knew that there was no chance to delay it with his tongue. Although Mourinho was not at the scene, he had already seen through his little trick. In this case, he had to try his best to kill one by one. I only hope that the elemental confinement circle will disappear completely as soon as possible.

Faced with this brave barbarian's violent attack, several Bell military officers had long been prepared, blocking the tiger prince like a wall, holding their paws high, ready to slap Allen to death.

Allen's figure was like a ghost, and the triangular military thorn was shot out with his hands. After penetrating the chest of a bear officer, the castration continued and hit Pengat's waist, like a burst of light. The tip of the military thorn penetrated three points into the bone.

Peng Jiate gritted his teeth and pulled out the three-edged military thorn. He roared: "Kill him, fuck me, kill him together."

Alan, who is like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, stepped on the blood hoof battle ring, pulled out two intact broadswords from his back that he had just picked up from the ground, and used all the moves of opening and closing, this kind of attack that gave up defense This method is most suitable for chaotic battles, but it has a fatal flaw, that is, once the offensive slows down, the enemy will take advantage of it.

However, Alan Longli added his body and stepped on the barbarian battle ring. The two broadswords were waving airtightly in his hands, like a humanoid cutting machine, and blood rained around him.

The two broadswords were originally the special standard weapons of the holy knights of the temple. The blades on both sides were extremely sharp, with a width of ten fingers and a length of 1.5 meters.

Alan waved his broadsword grinning grimly, trying to get close to the tiger prince Pengat. The latter saw Alan's sturdy mess coming back to him, and his figure involuntarily took two steps back, and his heart still had something to do with it. A little fear.

Pengart's waist had already been bandaged to stop the bleeding, but the fear in his heart took root like a seed. This guy in front of him was completely different from the barbarians he knew. Pig warriors and wolf cavalry had no ability to fight back at all in front of him. They just kept using their lives to block the opponent's progress. Even the extremely powerful Bell bear officers were ruthlessly beaten by the opponent. The Bell bear officers are resistant to beatings and thick-skinned, but unfortunately they are too large and cumbersome. Before the claws could be slapped, the opponent jumped up and hacked to death with a sword.

The border of Beamon is close to the ancient wilderness. As the captain of the Whip of the God of War, Pengart set foot on the wilderness more than once to find fault.

Because one of the experiences in the early days of becoming the Imperial Guard was to go to the Great Wasteland to cause trouble. You can't go to the North Ice Field to fight with the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect, after all, they are allies in name.

Pengart fought against barbarians in the wasteland more than once, and even led a group of recruits who had just joined the Imperial Guard deep into the depths of the wasteland, and even attacked a tribe of barbarians with no fewer than a hundred people.

Pengart did not deny the strength of the barbarians in the wilderness. They had natural semi-petrified skin, and they were not inferior to the brute force of the Beamon main battle race. They were as fanatical about fighting and killing as a pilgrimage.

However, they are flesh and blood after all. As the captain of the lion and tiger guards, Penggart is one of the best in martial arts and the use of racial abilities, so he is not afraid of barbarians. Instead of being surrounded by four or five barbarians, he has absolute confidence that he can calmly deal with his opponents one by one.

Because the barbarian only used the three axes, pounced, hammered twice, and kicked, without any skills at all, and fought entirely by instinct.

But this tough and messy barbarian not far in front of him is completely different from the shirtless barbarian in the wilderness he remembered. The two broadswords are like butcher knives cursed by the gods, constantly harvesting life, The swing was airtight, and a large number of stumped limbs and arms were brought up between the slashes.

Whether it was a stocky piggy or a swift wolf cavalry, they couldn't get close to him at all, and this guy shot neatly, even chopping and slashing never failed, and every time he shot, it would bring a shower of blood.

Doesn't this guy get tired?It wasn't just Pengat who was suspicious, even those brave Beamon orcs were a little hesitant.

There is no way, the barbarian in front of him is too damn difficult to deal with, holding two broadswords by himself is like chopping melons and vegetables, and if he swings forward twice casually, a large body of corpses will lie down.

It's not that the piggies and wolf cavalry don't want to dodge. One is that the opponent's speed is too fast, and the other is that there is no place to hide. Everyone is crowded together, so there is no need to think about retreating. There are all their companions behind them, so don't push them forward That's fine.

Dodging to both sides is also not acceptable, because both sides are full of people, and there is nowhere to hide.

Can't hide and can't retreat, well, everyone can only bite the bullet, but the barbarian in front of him is too tough, like a tireless war puppet, besides chopping, he kicks forward with his big feet, and Nima is like driving wild dogs away.

If it is hit by a sword, such a wide broadsword, if it is slightly rubbed against the edge, it will cut off a hand or foot or be split in two, and if it is severe, the body will be separated or broken at the waist.

What's even more irritating is the strength of this guy. With a kick coming over, four or five companions in a line can be rolled into one piece. After being kicked, it's like being hit by a battering hammer. Basically, half of them are left. Fate, haven't you seen so many Piggy fighters have their chests sunken?

(End of this chapter)