Dark night falls, the surrounding fields are gloomy, and you can't see your fingers.
In the temporary camp at the forest intersection, the fire gradually disappeared and everything fell into darkness.
But the camp was not quiet. There was the sound of footsteps, and hundreds of key members of the Bann Church were gathering. Old Hughes took the lead and led his men to kneel in the middle of the camp. A dark spear piercing the corpse stood upright, becoming
The object that everyone kneels down to worship.
"My Lord, please punish me for my incompetence, and please give me another chance. I am willing to be your avenging minion and spread your name to the world; I am willing to use my soul as a pledge in exchange for your powerful power; I
I am willing to endure the greatest pain just to claim the life of the blasphemer."
Old Xius spoke with hatred and a cruel voice. He had no way out and had to win, but he was so confident that he lost the battle in a confused manner. This annoyance could not be resolved.
After saying that, Old Xiu Si took out a weapon and stabbed it into his chest. His body tilted and he fell down with a plop.
Behind him, Priest Mursi and the goblin shaman stared blankly. Behind him, the kneeling black warrior prayed loudly, hoping to exchange his fanaticism for the favor of the gods.
The cold wind seems to be stagnant and the air is slowly condensing...
Because he is in charge of the two priesthoods of 'Dispute' and 'Hate', Bane is destined to be an extremely narrow-minded god. He cannot tolerate resistance and disobedience, and hates failure and cowardice. If he finds that his believers are weak in battle, he will immediately impose
discipline.
Like a thunder or something...
But the actions of the zhèng Church in the Northland really hit the wall - I originally thought it was just a scabies problem, but after repeated battles, I found that the opponent was getting stronger and stronger, and my own side was getting weaker and weaker.
People who worship evil gods are not very good at fighting!
When you encounter someone who dares to be tough, your nature of bullying and fearing the tough will be immediately exposed.
During the day's battle, hundreds of goblins launched an attack driven by blood magic. However, this wave was resisted by their opponents - after resisting, it was the goblins' turn to be unlucky, and their flesh and blood were slaughtered all over the ground.
The mutilated corpse.
The casualties were so tragic that even Zul Grayskin couldn't help but be dumbfounded - humans are really good at tú shā, and their efficiency is too high.
The church's only result in the whole battle was that An Tai crashed into the old Xiu Si like a fatal blow, that is, the corpse that was stuck on the Dark Dark Qiāng.
After the post-war review, Morsi and the old goblin unanimously accused the old Hughes of being incompetent - first he failed to guard against the impact of the blasphemers, then he failed to support the attacking goblins in time, and finally he focused on killing the enemies.
, letting go of most of the enemy's right wing.
No matter whether he is really at fault or not, Old Hughes will take all the blame anyway...
Late at night is the time when believers pray to the Lord of Darkness, and it is also the time when gods grant believers magical powers.
Old Hughes was cornered by two colleagues and had no choice but to take the last option and put his soul as a bet - the sharp bǐ shǒu pierced the chest and the body fell immediately.
The air condensed, and everyone's shoulders seemed to be pressing on boulders, and their backs bent uncontrollably, showing submission.
There was thunder and lightning in the dark sky, and under the loud roar, the black-colored Qiāng that had been standing was struck by lightning. The corpse on the tip of the Qiāng seemed to come alive, its limbs kept shaking under the light of the lightning, and a moment later it fell apart and exploded into pieces.
fragments.
The strong stench spread as the corpses fell, making everyone present feel sick and dizzy. However, after inhaling the unpleasant odor, the believers felt that great power was born out of thin air in their bodies, and their bodies became strong and their minds became hot.
.
The old goblin has always been cunning and cunning, and it was not long ago that he believed in Bane. He originally wanted to rely on the god of fire to improve the strength of the Magru tribe, but he did not expect that this time the Black Forest strategy would be so troublesome.
Zul Grayskin fell to the ground to express its submission, but after inhaling a few mouthfuls of the stench of rotting corpses, a strong thought came into its mind to serve the Lord of Darkness. It was horrified and immediately wanted to resist, but a strong will was forced into it.
, forcing it to yield.
On the other side, Priest Morsi, who was also kneeling, let out a mournful cry. He held one of his empty arms and shouted, 'My Lord, have mercy on me, I have tried my best.'
Before the shouting stopped, the high-ranking officiant fell down like a puddle of flesh, quickly turning into foul-smelling corpse water and soaking the ground. However, the old Xiu Si who committed suicide suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth and shouted
An explosive roar.
The sound was like a ghost, shrill and frightening, with an aura of fear. The originally solid air became violent, blowing back and forth like a hurricane in a stormy sea.
The old goblin was lying on the ground, like a dead leaf in the wind, being tossed up and down and blown away at any time. It had to shout the name of the boss and swear to be loyal, just to save its life.
The strong wind lasted for a short time, but was extremely powerful. Anyone who was not firm in their faith was blown away by the wind. They were blown into the air and cut by the wind blade, turning into pieces of flesh and falling down. There were only a hundred evil believers left.
It's less than half, and the number of troops is even less.
Standing on the wall of Violet Rat Village, you can easily feel the thunder and lightning coming from hundreds of meters away, as well as strange roars, howling winds, and continuous screams.
The disgusting breath was blown to the wall, and Zhou Qingfeng felt like vomiting. He had just complained that Ben was going crazy...
Cyric retorted, "But they are stronger."
"I have become neither a human nor a ghost. It makes no sense to become stronger like this. I know that you gods are not good at all and treat believers like playthings. I will never believe you." Zhou Qingfeng endured his nausea.
, expressing disdain in my mind.
"But if the enemy gets stronger, he can kill you, and if you don't get stronger, he will be killed." Cyric has long known that Zhou Qingfeng is insufferable, but he has been doing his 'ideological work' uninterrupted.
'Dark Sun' continued: "Bane is a god, it doesn't care about these believers. But if you provoke it, it cares about you. The remaining believers will definitely launch a mad attack at night and will never stop. I'm worried
You can't even escape."
"Don't listen, don't listen, you bastard is chanting sutras!"
"What did you say? You, the blasphemer, are so abominable. You should be nailed to the wall of the unbelieving and blown away by the strong winds of the underworld for ten thousand years."
Cyric was furious. In the many years since it became a god, it has been ridiculed as much as Uncle Zhou said in one day. Being with this kid makes even a god angry.
"Who is afraid of whom? I have a trump card in hand, and I am thinking about how to deal with those nasty people." Zhou Qingfeng was too lazy to pay attention to Cyric. He waved to the back and shouted loudly: "Throw kerosene at those cultists.
See what they are doing?"
Behind the wall, a jar of kerosene is placed on the nets of two trebuchets. The outside of the jar is tied with hemp rope soaked in kerosene, lit and thrown out - like two fireballs flying out in the dark night, crossing a distance of more than 200 meters and landing.
It breaks into pieces and ignites the ground.
The fire burned continuously, illuminating a surrounding area of twenty to thirty meters.
Zhou Qingfeng held his hand on the wall and looked into the distance. After waiting for a long time, he saw a red dot light up in the darkness, slowly approaching the village.
Immediately afterwards, the red dots gradually became clearer and became more and more numerous.
A few red dots, a dozen red dots, dozens of red dots, hundreds of red dots.
When the red dots came closer to the fire, they finally realized that they were a pair of blood-red eyes. Then, the body with the red dots was also reflected, showing that it was a humanoid monster transformed into a beast.
The leader of the monster is tall and strong, with muscles like an old tree with intertwined roots. It is strong and powerful. It has four arms, each holding different weapons. The most conspicuous one is a long, shiny black spear.
The leading monster steps forward, followed by dozens of similarly alienated subordinates. These people have all become extremely ugly and extremely intimidating. Even from a distance, you can feel the bloodthirsty rage and evil of the opponent.
"The enemy is coming." Zhou Qingfeng exhaled gently on the wall and shouted to the villagers around him: "Continue to throw kerosene and ignite the entire battlefield. Order everyone in the village to enter combat readiness, and Bann's men will come to fight us desperately.
Already.
They won't succeed during the day, and they won't win at night. We can educate these idiots right away, and remember to be good people in the next life."