Catless opened his eyes and was stunned for half a minute before he realized that he was now in a safe camp, with a bonfire burning beside him and a red moon hanging high in the sky. It was already late at night the next day. What happened the day before seemed like a strange dream in retrospect. Catless and his team were first intercepted and killed by as many as a thousand barbarian orc troops, and almost the entire army was annihilated. However, at the moment before the desperate charge, a powerful black fireball and a dense rain of arrows The results of victory and defeat were completely reversed. The barbarian orcs left their commander and more than two hundred corpses and fled in panic. The only losses in their team were two people who sprained their ankles when they fell off their horses. This is an almost miraculous victory, but what is even more incredible than this victory is the young man who created it. He looks less than eighteen years old, but he is already the leader of hundreds of pilgrims. Even his old boss, Lord Deliber Karashuyan, the former second branch leader of the Knights of the Steel Fist, has sworn to follow him. Come on, that is a genuine Lord with a Sword! The camp was shrouded in eerie silence, which of course did not mean that no sound could be heard. The campfire was crackling, the howling of wild wolves could be heard faintly in the distance, a few cavalrymen were mumbling something in their sleep, and some people were creaking. molar. But what makes Catless feel incredible is that most of the pilgrims wearing silver chain armor are awake, but they don¡¯t even say a word to each other. Instead, they sit cross-legged on the ground in a strange posture. From a distance, they look like A group of silent statues. Catles couldn't help but shuddered, and suddenly felt a little scared. He is a great knight, and his fighting spirit is among the best among his peers, but this kind of fear cannot be resisted by courage. It was like the kind of childhood fear that arises in my heart when I lie in my bed and listen to the wind beating against the window after listening to Old Nan's ghost stories in front of the fireplace. "The wind tells me that your mind is not peaceful." A gentle voice came from behind. Catless turned his head suddenly and saw a pair of golden eyes as soft as the finest amber. It's the mysterious Tomad Ann. Cateles nodded hesitantly, feeling the fear in his heart slowly receding, like an ebbing tide. Tomad walked over quietly, sat side by side with Catles next to the bonfire, and then handed over a handful of thin iron bars, each of which was covered with fresh meat cut into small pieces. "Eat something first. You must have been hungry after sleeping all day." Catless didn't feel very hungry at first, but when Tomad mentioned it, his stomach immediately began to growl. He smiled uncomfortably, took the thin iron bars covered with pieces of meat, and then followed Tomad's example, putting a few of them into the campfire and roasting them. The blazing flames licked the meat, making a sizzling sound, and the burnt aroma overflowed. Blood-red oil dripped into the fire, bursting out a series of small but bright sparks. Catless swallowed his saliva, and when the meat changed color, he impatiently moved it to his mouth. Regardless of the heat that burned his lips and tongue, he took a bite, and the aroma of oil immediately filled his mouth. After eating more than half of the meat skewers in his hand, Catles felt that the flames of hunger were gradually not so unbearable. He slowed down his eating speed, and then he realized that he had been rude and left Tomad aside. He turned around hurriedly and stammered to express his apology. Tomad calmed his embarrassment with a gentle smile. "It doesn't matter." The young man with a pair of strange golden eyes said softly, "I have tasted the feeling of hunger. It is like a burning fire burning my stomach. It is unbearable. If there is something in my hand that can fill my stomach, it will be unbearable." If you're so hungry, I won't pay attention to you." Catless smiled gratefully, "We were really tired yesterday. We ran away all afternoon and night, and we were exhausted immediately after we were sure we were safe. Thank you very much for your help, Lord Tomad. You could have stood by and watched us being smashed to pieces in front of the barbarian orcs' team." "Why should I do this?" Tomad raised an eyebrow and asked. He answered him with an obvious expression of surprise, "For the sake of the Lord of Justice, Bablupa, tell me, do I have such a cursed and cruel image in the minds of the soldiers of the Knights of the Steel Fist?" Si was stunned at first, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Do you think it will have a good impression? You are the God of Death in the Magic Mountain Canyon. Half of the cavalry of the second division were buried by you in the Black People's Pass. The eldest son of the Marquis was also buried by you. "I didn't escape an arrow in the throat." "Didn't Lord Deliber tell you before, what exactly did Master Hangley Dragunson do?" Tomard snorted and took it from his cloak. He took out a skin bag, unscrewed the stopper, raised his head and took a big sip, "Here, are you interested in trying the shochu brewed by Bablupa Monastery?" Cateles took the wine gratefully.??, I sorted out my thoughts by the way. Of course Lord Deliber mentioned the murder in Ogg Village to him, but at that time, neither of them regarded it as any trouble. It is no longer a matter of a day or two for the Dragonson family to act recklessly in West Wind County. Although Master Hangley's behavior is a bit excessive, how can the lives of a few untouchables be considered a big trouble? To take revenge for this and kill the eldest son of the Dragonson family? Who in this world dares? The young man in front of me dares to do so. Cateles took a sip of the soju in the wine bag. It had a strong earthy smell, but it was like fire in the mouth, which was very suitable for the taste of soldiers. "What a good drink, Lord Tomad. I must admit that the image in your mind and mine are not consistent. I know a little about Master Hangre, but in the eyes of most people, he is an ignorant noble. The young master is just messing around. Although it is hateful, no one thinks that he should be killed. ""Then the villagers of Ogg Village should be killed?" Tomad asked in a soft voice, but there was an unusually heavy atmosphere. The pressure on all sides made Catless feel like it was difficult to breathe. "They lived in the Moon Whispering Plain. They didn't do anything that violated the laws of the empire, but they suffered heavy casualties because of the 'nonsense' of a certain noble young master. Carteris, tell me, if it were your relatives who were killed, what would you do like now? Are you so indifferent?" Catles' eyes narrowed, "No," he admitted, "I will try to kill that beast." "I am an orphan, and the people of Xifeng County are my relatives." He said in a frank tone, "Do you still think I went too far?" "No, not too much." Catless smiled bitterly and took another sip of soju, "You have convinced me, Lord Tomad. "There is no way to repay the kindness of saving my life. Please let me swear allegiance to you like Lord Deliber." Tomad showed a satisfied smile. This result did not disappoint him. He stayed up half the night and carefully planned the moon. The hard work of talking about this scene. "Not just you, Captain Catless, I also want your men. In order to be able to stop the barbarian army from Tallon Fortress, I will not let go of any power I can gather." Catless is sure. He nodded, "No problem, Lord Tomad. I brought those cavalry out with my own hands, and with Lord Deliber's relationship, they are yours now." "What a good start. "Tomad clapped his hands together excitedly, "Let's rest here until the day after tomorrow, then catch the fleeing orcs, and then rush to Tar Valon Fortress." "Why wait until the day after tomorrow?" Catless continued to drink. , while putting forward different opinions, "Don't underestimate the elite cavalry of the second division. Tomorrow morning, we can set off as a whole team." "Not tomorrow, we have to wait here for a group of allies from the underground world. Their strength is crucial to the defense of Tallon Fortress" A rapid whistle sounded in the air, and then the pilgrims sitting next to the bonfire stood up one after another, as if the statues suddenly came to life. In the blink of an eye, an energetic team formed a protective circular formation. Each pilgrim held a folding leather shield inlaid with countless silver armor pieces in front of his chest, and his vigilant eyes swept around the camp. Deep darkness. "Don't be nervous, our allies should have arrived early." Tomad stood up from the bonfire, passed through the defensive array formed by the pilgrims, and opened his arms toward the darkness ahead, "This is the home of Bablupa, the Lord of Justice. The camp where devout believers are stationed, are you friends from Mosselin City? " "May the blessings of the Dark Dragon Dimalit be by your side, and use his black breath to defeat your enemies. " said in the darkness. A soft and pleasant female voice came, and then Lisa Blackblade led hundreds of dark elf scouts to appear outside the camp, followed by large trucks dragged by underground lizards, and a large number of burly tauren warriors. and the charming and colorful Bloody Sisters, so many in number and so long that it was almost difficult to see clearly in the darkness. Tomad An¡¯s secret ally finally showed its strength to the world for the first time this night.