excited!

Extremely excited!

Facing the charging Mr. Sissy! Facing the charging man in sackcloth, the dwarf’s face was filled with only excitement!

He laughed loudly, rode back, and ordered a group of prisoners to stand in front of him.

However, the prisoners could block the man in sackcloth holding a wooden stick, but they were too late to intercept the sissy man riding Odin's horse.

Mr. Sissy galloped on his horse and stabbed the dwarf in the chest with his unique sword!

However, in the dwarf's large and small golden pupils, there was no difference between a sword and an arrow! He just turned slightly to avoid the strange-shaped sword.

Mr. Sissy Horse immediately turned around, but by this time, many prisoners had already swarmed in front of him.

The prisoners didn't have the weird movement skills of the dwarf. They retreated continuously under Mr. Sissy's attack. Those who didn't have time to retreat were immediately poked with several thin bloody holes!

Those prisoners who are thin and flexible are better and can cause some trouble to Mr. Sissy. But the same is not true for those prisoners who are powerful and majestic. Their huge bodies are slow-moving targets for Mr. Sissy.

Every time the long sword with a cold light struck, it would leave a deep bloody hole in the prisoner's body. Often, the prisoner would already be lying on the ground helplessly before he could feel the pain. The prisoner lying on the ground wanted to swing.

The knife slashed at the leg of Mr. Sissy's horse, but the horse was as nimble as its owner. Not only did it avoid his attack, it also stomped on his chest with a hoof...

The men in linen clothes in another place shouted "Long live Palestine and Israel" and quickly rushed into the fighting group.

The pressure on the tightly besieged mercenaries dropped sharply, and each of them had more or less knife marks on their bodies.

The prisoners looked at these men in linen clothes who were not afraid of death and rushed towards them, and their eyes were red. They slashed at them with stern eyes. However, they were shocked to find that the steel knife struck the wooden stick and made a metal impact.

The sound! Before they could adapt to the shock force from the steel knife in their hands, the iron-like wooden stick had already hit their heads.

At this moment, the combat power of both sides was finally balanced. Last time, the steel knife walked into the wooden stick's home court and was completely burned by a sky-swallowing fire. This time, both sides were evenly matched. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people from each side fell!

The Odins have had a centuries-old feud with the Yodelmans. During the battle, in addition to the sounds of sticks and steel knives, angry shouts and curses also came and went:

"You humble Yordelman pigs, do you want to resist? You think you are great with a broken stick? If you dare to use your broken stick again, I will attack Johnson City, capture all the Yordelmen and kill them!"

"

"Odin the dog

!Stop barking there! Brothers! Knock them over quickly! Trample them under your feet! Use a stick to poke their butts!"

"Yodeleman pig..."

"Odin the dog..."

The mercenaries caught in the middle were confused. They were hesitating whether they should follow suit and shout something to encourage them.

Then you call him Odin the dog? No, doesn’t that mean you’re also calling yourself...Yordelman pig? Not to mention...that’s your comrade-in-arms!

Generally speaking, this kind of large-scale armed fighting is prohibited by the kingdom. Often when it first breaks out, security guards from the security department will come out to stop it. If the situation is serious, the kingdom guards will be dispatched to directly cause trouble between the two parties.

All were taken to jail.

But at this time, Johnson City seemed to be sleeping in the darkness, without any movement...

A group of Odin prisoners didn't understand the power of the stick at first, but after they really got used to it, the momentum of the attack faintly overwhelmed the stick party...until a bright white light burst out from the dark night!

It was a wooden stick emitting dazzling white light! In the eyes of some prisoners, it was more like a silver light full of some mysterious color.

I saw that special wooden stick dancing rapidly! Like a light and shadow elf in the dark night!

This elf has become a nightmare for all prisoners!

No prisoner can withstand the Elf's attack!

All the prisoners looked at this in confusion and shock.

"This is the power of faith!" Some knowledgeable people among the prisoners shouted. They knew that only the pious and noble Knight of Light could possess such a strange and powerful power!

Could it be that he was blessed by the divine power of the God of Light? Impossible! The God of Light will not favor the Yodelman Pig!

"Fuck the power of faith!" Among the prisoners there were some death row inmates who did not believe in God. One of the death row inmates obviously had good martial arts skills. He was agile and fast, like a civet cat in the night. Finally,

The civet found the opportunity and hit the elf! However, the next moment... he watched in horror as his steel knife shattered piece by piece... Bang! Then, he was knocked out by the elf, and he raised his head in mid-air and sprayed out.

A mouthful of blood.

"Bayi! Long live!"

"Bayi! Long live!"

"Bayi! Long live!"

The morale of the stick party has been unprecedentedly improved! The man holding the glowing wooden stick finally showed his tired posture after knocking away the eleventh prisoner. "Retreat to Johnson City! Take the injured brother with you!"

"He shouted, "Carry back all the injured mercenaries on the ground!" After he finished speaking, he immediately stood in front and opened the way. All the prisoners who dared to stand in front of him were knocked away by his glowing stick!

stick

The men in linen clothes of the party moved quickly. Under the cover of their companions, they carried their injured companions and mercenaries on their backs and quickly evacuated in the direction of Johnson City.

With the existence of Palestine and Israel, the Wooden Party Party is at an absolute advantage. But as the leader of the Wooden Party Party, Palestine and Israel do not want to watch their brothers exchange their lives for these emotionless prisoners.

Originally, the mercenaries had withdrawn to a distance of fifty steps from Johnson City. At this time, with the help of the Wood Stick Party and the leader of the Wood Stick Party who had strange power to open the way, they quickly arrived at Johnson City.

before the door.

The dwarf who had run away watched all this. He just watched quietly as the wooden stick that emitted the light of faith beat away the prisoners one after another. His eyes moved along the battlefield, watching them slowly

Withdrew to near the city gate.

However, when he turned his gaze to the dark opening of the city gate again, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Boss Bayi! Come in quickly!" A man in linen clothes from the Wooden Party Party came to the door. After knocking out a prisoner, he waited at the entrance of the cave, staring closely at the prisoners who were watching eagerly around him. He didn't have time to think too much.

I wanted to rush through the door first.

He was going to open a way ahead, because they had discovered before that prisoners had sneaked into the city! But... he just turned his head to the doorway, and suddenly found that a huge dark shadow appeared in the doorway behind him at some point!

The black shadow was more than ten feet tall! It occupied the entire doorway! He felt a terrifying monster walking out in front of him! Suddenly! The monster attacked him! It hit him head-on!

When he saw the monster, he was still in extreme shock. How could he escape?

Bang! In an instant, his face was collapsed and deformed by the impact, and his body flew out like a broken sack. Finally, he fell to the ground and rolled more than ten times before he stopped. He was dead before his eyes...

At this time, the men of the Wooden Party also advanced here. Seeing their companions on the ground who were dying tragically, they looked at the city gate in anger and horror.

I saw three huge bodies with dark skin, like monsters, slowly driving out of the doorway. They were covered with pieces of black scales. As they moved, the scales jingled. Sitting on the monsters

Three humans.

"It's an elephant! An elephant!" Even though the monster was wearing armor, some people in the Stick Party still recognized it.

"No, it's a sacred beast." The leader, the man riding on the elephant, retorted calmly.
Chapter completed!