The rapid sound of horse hooves swept across the wasteland, shocked the flock of birds, moved the bison, passed by the refreshing points of more than 30 monsters, and looked at the scattered figures of players, and one rider and two riders decisively rushed past the monster group, which would be safer.

A group of players came, either in groups of three or five, or in families, and put out the slogan of eliminating violence and safeguarding good deeds, surrounding wanted criminals who were wandering west of the city.

More than a dozen thieves suddenly jumped out of the grass on both sides, this was a common surprise attack.

The gray figure jumped as blood flowed, and the sharp dagger oozed with poisonous dark green, reflecting in the sunshine, exuding the chill of summer.

"The holy light warms your and my souls, sleep quietly with hope, sleep of hope."

The light-colored holy light waves rippled, and the sound of landing reflected the thud of horse hooves. More than a dozen gray figures lay on the side of the road, with a little "Z" coming out above their heads, and the snoring sounds like thunder.

The thief profession has the lowest level of compatibility. Hope Sleep will allow them to sleep quietly for more than six seconds, and nothing can wake them up.

Logically speaking, if you flee to the wilderness further away, you should be able to get rid of these players with the high mobility of the knight. But Wang Xiaofeng has other plans.

The two of them rode together, galloping in the wilderness, long hair fluttering, and light wind gasping. This is a romantic thing to think about. Of course, if the little girl thief sitting in front of them, not the Knight of Light.

"Master, where is the military camp in the west of the city?" "Don't you know?" Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but stare at it. Sure enough, it couldn't be smooth sailing. "Then rush first, I'll go to the forum to check it out." "Forum?" "Damn, that's the place where the Apocalypse gathers and communicates, and the benefits given by the Goddess of Light."

Sweaty explaining the player's concept, clamping his legs around the horse's belly, and searching for information on the forum in the game.

"Coordinates 32540, 33420!" "Coordinates?" "Shan, this is the goddess of light who is afraid that the Apocalypse will lose her direction, allowing us to quickly find the evil existence." "The Apocalypse is indeed the favorite of God."

The God’s Darling? To a certain extent, players have to curry favor with NPCs and try to get along with these indigenous people. It’s hard to say who is the God’s Darling.

As you move towards the west of the city, the terrain gradually rises; in order to prevent the refreshing points of many monsters from appearing abrupt in the environment, and to make full use of the space around the city, many cities have two plains and two hills and mountains around them.

There is a barracks deep in the hills in the west of the city. This is the simple camp of the Blood Crusades that was supported by the last tide of the undead. At this time, he was getting angry and a little smoke was made. It was breakfast in the army.

The rapid sound of horse hooves broke the silence of the barracks. Three or four thousand people were sitting and lying in the barracks, without patrol and defense, and without any spirit of fighting. The lifelessness was a portrayal of the entire barracks at this time.

Dozens of light knights and priests were running back and forth, distributing food and drinking water, and whispering comfort, but they could only get some response.

Even their chief general, Case, is now sitting leaning against a tree stump, looking at the sky with unconscious eyes, let alone these original knights.

The plain white sacrificial long skirt highlighted the slender figure of a woman and her noble temperament. She slowly squatted beside Case with a wooden basin, wiping the dirt on his face for him.

"General Keith," the female priest prepared the dagger and jade carefully. Although blood was a common taboo for a priest. But for her former friend, she had no complaints. "It may cause a little pain, please bear it a little."

She wanted to scrape off the word "slave" on her forehead and then interpret the treatment technique to smooth the scars. The operation process was not complicated.

As the dagger approached, her hands trembled slightly. Her forehead was as the fatal point of the life gate, so close to her eyes that if an ordinary person had a natural physical reaction or avoidance.

But he didn't, his pupils had not turned, his body had not trembled, and at least he had no way to close his eyes.

The sharp dagger carefully slit the scar and rotten flesh, and dripping blood stained the white towel. The priestess' eyebrows frowned slightly, and his fingers trembled slowly and bloody.

The horse's neighing sound and the killing shouts suddenly appeared, from far to near. Only this kind of murderous aura can make these numb nerves pound and spark a little spark again.

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the barracks on the slope, hesitated for a moment, and shouted loudly, his voice was shocking, and his power was both scared and ghosts and gods were afraid--"Help!!"

Thousands of knights fell to the ground in a deep state, and looked at the white-clothed priest who was jumping off the horse's back in surprise. On the back of the hill opposite, countless figures surged out like a mountain torrent, and the sound of killing and insulting can be clearly heard.

Case suddenly jumped up for some reason, but fortunately the priest took back the dagger in time so that he would not disfigure his strong and heroic face.

He quickly walked forward and faced Wang Xiaofeng's place. Blood was everywhere on his forehead, and he stretched out his hand to add blood.

"General Keith!" Before Keith could pounce forward and kneel on one knee, Wang Xiaofeng spitted out a squirting star, "Come everyone quickly, these Apocalypse suddenly went crazy and chased the priests in the city."

"Sir..." Keith's throat trembled, and he didn't know what to say in a hoarse voice, but he didn't hit his forehead with a helping heart technique.

The sacred majesty followed, and Wang Xiaofeng's passionate voice exploded in the ears of these knights again. Since Garfield said that he was good at bewitching people's hearts, he could not insult the name of the great profession of the charlatan.

"Prepare to meet the enemy! Everyone stands up! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

A few hundred knights stood up with some difficulty and responded to his shouts, while the rest were still dazed in front of the sky, or whimpering in a low voice with their eyes closed.

Wang Xiaofeng blinked, and seemed to be weaker than the title of a priest. He looked at Case, who was a little unsteady, and walked towards Norton who was preparing to face the enemy alone.

The Apocalypse all over the mountains had already surged, but the fastest-charged knight player was frightened by the barracks on the hillside and did not dare to move forward for a while. He could only wait for more players to gather together.

"I almost forgot that you are no longer knights, but Sacks' rebels, and slaves of the kingdom."

Wang Xiaofeng's words swirled over the barracks, causing the hundreds of people gathering to move, and made Norton's pace stop tremblingly.

Sui Guan looked around and saw the anger in the eyes of almost everyone, and a little inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It would be good if there was anger, but if there was anger remaining, it was hopeless.

"The originally majestic and mighty Rose Knights, the heroes of the Emerald City guarding battle, once fought against the darkness and wiped out the dead. The people in the city cheered for you, and their parents, wives and children were proud of you. But that was a dream yesterday. The dream disappeared, and you became slaves, beggars, like a piece of shit, surviving in the world."

Wang Xiaofeng snorted coldly, but nearly half of the knights stood up and glared at him. The anger in his eyes seemed to burn the priest who kept poking their wounds. However, Keith still turned his back, and his body looked like a sculpture, only more than ten meters away from the priest behind him.

Wang Xiaofeng's words made the anger that was about to burst out suddenly, and the entire barracks were still silent.

"You are the ones who have been killed in the life and death robberies and fill the soil."

"Why do you live without the honor of the knight?" Wang Xiaofeng suddenly roared, and his voice was as if he was roaring at the darkness two years ago on the riverside. "Without that ridiculous honor, he will become a pile of mud now, all of which are a group of waste! Waste!"

I don't know how many knights dripped tears in the corners of their eyes, and the silent snubber made the air a little depressed.

"I am also a waste. Although my story is much happier than you, I was even worse than you before." There was a sigh of relief in my voice. The sacred majesty timeliness was faster than that, and Wang Xiaofeng didn't know how to inspire him for a while.

If the stimulation is halfway, the effect may only be counterproductive. Maybe when he scolds it, many knights will silently end their lives.

"Do you know that I have been more terrible and more useless than you..."

"We are not wastes." Keith's sudden murmur made Wang Xiaofeng, who wanted to continue to sensation, paused. The turned figure exuded a mountainous aura, and blood on his forehead was everywhere, which was hideous and terrifying. "No."

"Since it is not, why can't you stand up like a man; since it is not, why don't you find your glory and honor."

"If you need a reason to fight, then I will summon you here in the name of the Holy See's priest and the guidance of the Goddess of Light." Wang Xiaofeng had an extra sword in his hand, which was just an ordinary sword he had harvested from monsters. He grabbed the sword's edge and handed the hilt of the sword to Kess.
Chapter completed!