Quadruple split.

Chapter 806 Isn't it over?Are you done?
Whispering City?attacked?

Lucius, who was stunned in place as if struck by lightning, felt dizzy for a moment. If he hadn't been sitting on a chair right now, he might have even fallen to the ground.

After a breathless silence.
"troops!"

Lucius, who had almost gritted his teeth, stood up abruptly, strode to the topographic map behind him, and stared coldly at the main peak of Sumir on the west side of Xuejiu Hill, and the station of the Holy Church United Expeditionary Force on the east side. And scanning back and forth for tens of miles to the south, it took a while before turning around and looking at the three people who also had nowhere to look, and said in a deep voice, "Where did their troops come from? Why was Whispering City attacked?" !!"

There was no answer, let alone Goshawk and Griphook, even Tom Lestrange's overall view in this regard was far inferior to that of Lucius, so it was impossible for them to know the questions that the latter didn't know.

"Griphook. Are you sure that the team from the south has been chasing you since last night?"

Fortunately, Lucius didn't expect the three of them to give any decent answers, but after a short pause, he stared sharply at the silent goblin in front of him, and asked coldly.

"Yes, yes, my lord! I can assure you!"

Griphook answered without thinking.

"That is to say, at least the army led by the red-haired orc has absolutely no spare power to attack Whispering City. He doesn't have enough time, if that's the case."

Lucius turned his head and glanced at the two points on the topographic map, the main peak of Sumir and the station of the Holy Church Joint Expeditionary Force, took a deep breath, and whispered: "Eric, come and find me."

A moment later, a burly man with a big beard strode into the handsome tent, and bowed to Lucius without looking away: "I'm here, Your Excellency the High Bishop."

"I ordered that the camps immediately fortify the fortifications on the spot, and use all the supplies to make Xuejiu Hill as solid as gold within half a day."

Lucius' eyes were like lightning, and he ordered quickly: "Also, including the whispering incense, all high-level rations will be doubled, and the rest of the supplies will be concentrated in the inner ring of the camp, ready to be burned at any time, and then use your No. The first brigade is the leader, and the sixth and seventh brigades are integrated to form the core battle sequence and Qiubei is in place. The second to fifth brigades immediately reorganize the support troops brought by the chief priest of Rahwa, shrink to the outer defense line, and prepare for battle! "

The man named Eric with the rank of 'Knight of the Words' focused his gaze, and after catching the chill in Lucius' eyes, he immediately leaned over to accept the order, and said loudly: "Obey, Your Excellency!"

"go a head."

Lucius waved his hand resolutely, letting Eric carry out the order he had given just now, and then turned his eyes to his son leaning on the edge of the entrance of the tent, and said softly: "Soup"

Tom narrowed his eyes slightly, and the wand between his fingers trembled slightly, exuding an ominous green light.

"Okay, Lieutenant Lestrange, now head north as fast as you can."

Lucius sighed, condemning his own naming standards for the first time, and then said as calmly as possible: "I want you to rush to Whispering City and judge what happened there, is that okay?"

"can."

Tom nodded, squinting at Lucius: "How to judge?"

"There are only two possibilities."

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, and then said in a deep voice: "First, those bastards are attacking Whispering City by fraud, and the main target of their forces is still our side, so the pressure on Archbishop Eden's side will never It will be very big, in this case, you should convey the judgment I just made to him intact, and then immediately rush back to Xuejiu Hill to participate in the defense."

Tom nodded lazily, and said leisurely, "What about the second situation?"

"In the second situation, we are the opponent's feint attack target here. From the beginning to the end, only the troops led by the red-haired orc hovered nearby, while Whispering City suffered most of the damage from Sumir and the Holy Church United Expeditionary Force. Part of the pressure."

Lucius leaned on the back of his chair and stared at Tom with burning eyes: "In this case, you should use your little tricks to report to me immediately, and then assist Archbishop Eden and the others to guard Whispering City. After all, the high-ranking believers in the diocese are mainly in the city, plus you and Archbishop Eden, they can hold on for a while no matter what, and I will rush there as soon as possible."

Tom smiled playfully, and asked curiously, "Didn't you say before that you must never move?"

"At this time and at that time, what I'm saying is that we will never act within the opponent's plan, but if their plan is to hold us back, then it would be meaningless for us, as the main combat force, to stay on Xuejiu Hill's side. "

Lucius seems to be talking to Tom, but he is also sorting out his thoughts quickly, and his speaking speed is getting faster and faster: "Your speed is fast enough, even if you want to rush from here to Whispering City, from here It will not take more than three hours from now until the news is sent back, so even if the north is indeed under tremendous pressure, as long as we are closer to organize support as soon as possible, the speed will never be slower than the Holy Church Union in the east, as long as it is offset With the superiority in the number of people on the opposite side, we can join Whispering City and eat the main force of the enemy's attacking force directly, and if we move fast enough, we can even fight all the way to the Holy Mountain before the main force of the Holy Cult Alliance reacts!"

"Well, is it a race against time~"

Tom nodded with a smile, raised his eyebrows and said, "That's a good idea, Lord Lucius, but what if Whispering City can't stand it? You need to know me."

At this point Tom broke off suddenly, and—

"Close your earplugs and listen."

In the next second, Goshawk and Griphook were temporarily deprived of their hearing by a strange force.

"Okay, let's continue."

Tom yawned, raised his eyebrows at Lucius and said, "You know I can help a little bit, but if you tell me to work hard for those miscellaneous fish, heh. Even if I dare to promise, do you believe it?"

Lucius looked at his son gloomyly: "What do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

Tom answered calmly.

"Okay. If it's like what you said, Whispering City may not even be able to support the arrival of the large troops for some reasons."

Lucius gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice, "Assuming that happens, you should at least rescue Archbishop Eden, and if possible, kill the leader of the enemy."

"Those big prophets, big shamans and the like?"

"You once said that they are not your opponents."

"Is this a deal?"

"A condition that does not violate my principles."

"Well, I will decide according to the situation, my lord father."

Tom smiled, then flicked the 'magic wand' in his hand, returned the hearing to Goshawk and Griphook, and disappeared abruptly on the spot in the next instant.

"My lord, that was just now"

The terrified Griphook widened his eyes and looked at Lucius in fear, fearing that he would be silenced for some strange reason.

Even though he is more or less a high-level powerhouse driven by money, and he can also bless himself with the power of whispering, but the moment he was pointed at by the wooden stick just now, Griphook was still moved by a kind of heartfelt, almost Survival instinct-like fear is overwhelming.

"Just said something that you shouldn't be curious about."

Lucius said something lightly, then turned to Goshawk, who was relatively calm, and said in a deep voice, "Do you mind ending your rest time early?"

Goshawk bowed slightly, with a firm and calm tone: "I am happy to serve you at any time."

"very good."

Lucius nodded in satisfaction, and ordered: "Go to Eric and ask him to hand over the scouts from the second to fourth brigades to you. Within two hours, I want to know the main peak of Sumir, the southern part of Xuejiu Hill and the Holy Land. To teach the situation of the joint resident. Also, just to be on the safe side, let’s go to the north as well.”

Goshawk nodded without hesitation, then strode out of the handsome tent, and at the same time typed in the message box in the center of the field of vision that has never been closed: "Within two hours, Lucius will know the main peak of Sumir, Let me take charge of the situation in the south of Xuejiu Hill, the Holy Cult Joint Station, and the north. '

'be honest. '

A message came out quickly.

'Finally scout the north if you can. '

In the next second, another message popped up in the message bar.

'receive. '

Goshawk briefly replied to Mo Tan, then patted Dudu who was dozing in front of the tent, pulled down his mask and walked towards the direction of the first brigade where Eric was.

at the same time
Game time PM19:03
Inside the sacred mountain Sumer, outside the raving city
"On the left wing, the first battle order retreats three standard units, and the T3 sacrificial group lands at two o'clock to bind the totem, and the maximum casting distance."

Mo Tan stood on a high platform one kilometer away from the entrance of Raving Whispering City. Through his body, he could not only spread the sound on the battlefield without delay, but even modify the sound line. Voice: "The fourth battle drum echelon will start to play in ten seconds. All units are ready to carry the sound waves in advance. The T2 sacrificial group enters from the right. The first column of the hunters has opened the channel for you. Seven seconds later, There is no difference in the direction of nine o'clock [Thunder Vortex]."

"Damn it! How dare you underestimate us!"

A shriveled half-elf Whispering Cultist gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, shouting loudly: "All the guards of the underground palace move sideways with me, keep an eye on the east side, concentrate, and bounce those miscellaneous thunders back!"

"Yes!!"

The hundreds of Whispering Cultists who were wearing gray battle armor and holding giant wide blades who followed him immediately began to move, and during the process, they stared at the direction where the opponent in the east was about to summon the [Thunder Vortex], held their breath, and lowered their heads. He whispered softly: "Your power will be driven by me."

"The T2 sacrificial group interrupts the casting of the spell, the target, three positions in front, summon the thick soil puppets, charge command."

The corner of Mo Tan's mouth curled up into a smile, and he looked down at the [Shaman Spell Effect Collection] written by Mondo Pan, and said lightly: "T1 priest group, aim at the earth-binding totem directly in front of you—the torrent. .”

Puff puff--

Streams of azure blue water shot out, directly rushing the newly summoned Earth-Binding Totem with a total of less than a hundred roots to the hundreds of guards of the underground palace who were rushing back towards them, and firmly locked the latter in place .

"My body is as light as."

"In the name of the spirit of the earth, the T2 sacrificial group, the thick soil puppets, died."

A series of roaring sounds continued to explode, and two seconds later, the reinforcements of the underground palace guards who had flaunted their might and fought against the safari column not long ago were neatly laid across the ground.

"Thunder vortex, washing the ground, leaving no survivors."

Mo Tan gave the order coldly, ringing the death knell for the guards of the underground palace who were planning blood sacrifices and atrocities all day long but were still lingering. Ling said: "Press forward."

As the captain of the Hunter's third column, wolf cavalry Goffin Fireeye felt that he had never fought such a strange battle in his life.

At this time yesterday, he was still leaning on the wolf on the mountainside of Sumir's main peak to watch the excitement.

However, at this moment, he has already killed countless people in and out of this battlefield, and beheaded how many damned defilers.

The number of colleagues behind him was one hundred and ninety-nine before, and now there are still one hundred and ninety-nine.

The enemy in front of him can't be seen.

But the dark red left on the steel knife in his hand, and the dark red stained on the mane of the war wolf under him always reminded him that the number of enemies had indeed decreased.

No less than [-] people died at the hands of Goffin himself.

The death is unclear.

It is really unclear, the person who was killed was dizzy, and the murderer was also confused.

"The third column of hunters, cut through the detour troops on your left, only penetrate but not kill."

High Priest Mondo Pan's angry voice sounded again, and even his own ears, which had become more and more dull in the past few years, could hear clearly the lingua franca.

My colleagues heard it very clearly.

The enemy in front of him could also hear it clearly.

They knew that they were going to be pierced, but they couldn't react. They just tried to speed up desperately, while avoiding the lightning strikes falling from the other three directions, while trying to complete the actions that had been guessed by the high priest like a prophet.

Goffin Fire Eye smacked his lips, then turned to look at the coordinator next to him who was riding a bantam horse.

It was a very polite lizard mage with a strange name named Gamba Butterfly. She shrugged at Goffin.

Goffin grinned knowingly, then pulled out the long knife at his waist with a swipe, and started to charge forward with a strange cry.

Behind him, the other one hundred and ninety-nine wolf cavalry also screamed and drew out their weapons, pressing down on him with a murderous look.

On both sides of the column, the defilers who were scrambling to intercept were swept past by two saboteur squads that 'coincidentally' passed by just after a detour, and they were killed and turned on their feet.

Why don't they hide?

Goffin, who was charging, smacked his lips again, then raised his long knife high, screaming and continuing his revenge.

Both his good brothers died at the hands of the blasphemer.

He had sworn it would never end.
But at this moment, Goffin Huoyan, who led the third hunter column to tear apart the weak formation in front of him like cutting tofu, suddenly felt that this matter might be over today.

If the blasphemers can't figure out what's going on, it's almost over for them.

Chapter [-]: End

　Innocence Academy (5)

　　during lunch break
　　The monitor and deputy monitor of the ninth class, the secretary of the Communist Youth League, the representative of all subjects, the annual duty student, one of the top students in the grade group, and an ordinary student, Fusang, blocked Ji Xiaodao, the chairman of the discipline committee of the student union, at the entrance of the third canteen.

　　"Is something wrong?"

　　Ji Xiaodao, who was about to secretly dispose of the "my sister's handmade love bento", had an indifferent and unkind expression.

　　"Yes, yes!"

　　Fu Sang, who lost the bet with Weiyang from class two, nodded vigorously, with a tense face and cold hands and feet.

　　"Say."

　　Ji Xiaodao was concise and to the point.

　　"Xiao, student Xiaodao, I."

　　Fu Sang swallowed nervously, and bowed ninety degrees to Ji Xiaodao: "I like you!"

　　slap
　　Lamoloch, the president of the Chess Club who had just come out of the side door, stared wide-eyed, accidentally knocked over the lunch he brought for his dormmate, and secretly put his hand into his pocket.

　　"Ok?"

　　Ji Xiaodao frowned, and began to think about whether to paste the bento in his hand on the face of the poor boy in front of him.

　　Fu Sang gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and in the spirit of a pure man willing to gamble and admit defeat, he said in a loud voice: "I say I like it."

　　呯

　　Fu Sang couldn't finish his sentence, because the moment Chairman Mo's ghostly figure quietly appeared in Ji Xiaodao's eyes, the latter had already knocked him to the ground with a gorgeous over-the-shoulder throw, and then He made up for another ten shoulder throws, and finally even took out a piece of hideous strange substance from the lunch box and stuffed it into Fu Sang's mouth.

　　"Have you eaten?"

　　The chairman of the Disciplinary Committee clapped his hands, and looked coldly at the chairman not far in front of him.

　　"not yet."

　　"Aren't you hungry?"

　　"not quite."

　　"Oh, I see, so do you want to have dinner together?"

　　"can."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)