Lord Roar

Chapter 451 The whereabouts are unknown
When Allen walked into the city gate, the densely packed undead creatures around him dispersed like a tide.

The lich with a skull face actually showed a smile that was sure of winning.

"Let Janna go." Allen threw Amensor to the ground and stepped on his back.

Jana, with blood-red eyes, showed a trace of clarity in her eyes, with a very tangled and painful expression.

The Lich slowly landed on the ground, stood behind Janna and said: "After you release Lord Amensor, the undead restraint on her body will be lifted naturally. Don't act rashly. If I die, this human woman will be killed." Become an undead creature forever, Jie Jie, an undead creature covered in carrion and bones."

"Okay!" Allen was about to kick Yamensol over, but suddenly there was a sudden change, and Yamensol, who was still dying just now, turned over, two black lights shot out from his eyes, and he waved his arms quickly.

The black light shot directly into Allen's forehead, and he was caught off guard. Allen's mind roared, and all five senses were lost.

After Amensor waved his soft arm, countless corpses crawled out of the ground, and hundreds of undead creatures around him also rushed out of the city, and then began to burst into balls of blood one after another.

Yamen Sol stretched out his left hand again, and the lich behind Janna looked shocked, and his body flew towards Yamen Sol involuntarily.

Three long nails pierced into the Lich's skull, and a translucent Lich's dead soul was absorbed into his body by Amensor.

Amensor's body soared by three points, and the wings on his back suddenly opened. The injuries on his body healed in an instant. After grabbing Alan's shoulder, he grabbed a black crystal from his arms and fell to the ground. on the ground.

A two-meter-high portal appeared out of thin air. After Yamen Sol glanced outside the city with a smile, he grabbed Allen and flew into the portal.

After the two entered, the portal full of penetrating runes collapsed.

Brad and Ruin turned into giant dragons, and a few mouthfuls of dragon flames burned all the undead creatures on the ground that hadn't had time to burst into ashes.

The code in the hands of the Great Pope fell silently to the ground, and said bitterly: "Idiot! Idiot! Allen...damn idiot!"

Conslet looked guilty. If he had known this, he might as well have stopped Allen just now.

The Great Pope slapped Thackeray's long sword away from his neck, and gave Conslet a hard look.
Albert was not so bold, and carefully pushed away the long sword that Cologne was hanging around his neck.

Menrosa grabbed Albert and started to lift off, and flew towards the holy mountain with an angry expression on his face.

After the Great Pope Menrosa and Albert left, the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe looked at each other with helpless expressions, as if they did not want to believe that Allen was captured by Yamentor just like that.

A painful cry sounded from the side of the city gate. After Brad flew over, he saw that the elemental symbol on Princess Janna's forehead had long since disappeared. She knelt on the ground in pain and cried bitterly. It was obvious that she had witnessed everything that happened just now. up.

Conslet flew over to comfort him and said, "Come on, follow me back to your mentor, don't worry, I will work with Master Blind Dragon to find a way to rescue Allen."

"I'm sorry!" Princess Janna was full of self-blame, she kept repeating that she was sorry to these three, and burst into tears.

The handsome old man hugged Janna who was crying bitterly, and patted her on the back lightly.

"It's not your fault, Alan voluntarily."

For an unknown purpose, the Holy Mountain still blocked all news about the Battle of Fenghuo Town, and only sent the temple paladins from the southwest parish to be stationed in Beacon Town, and the northern and southern parishes also sent a large number of people to start the battle. Pursue Daedra criminals into Thaddor and Kennek.

The news that the demons were hidden on the mainland spread like wildfire, and the Beamon orcs also sent envoys to the holy mountain to negotiate a peace, but it is said that they still asked Chief Bloodhoof and his son Orpheus to go to Sabak Imperial City to discuss the terms of the peace in detail.

As for the elves, Hammer dwarves, druids, giants and other foreign races, it can be said that almost all races have their own civilization, and basically sent envoys to the holy mountain one after another.

Although it is not announcing the affiliation with the Holy See, at least a strategic alliance has been reached to jointly fight against the demons.

It can also be seen from this point that in the eyes of all races, the Holy See is indeed the well-deserved leading force on the mainland.

Rats carry guns in the nest, and the trivial things at home are not worth mentioning in front of the demons on the other plane.

Of course, there are also those who don't know how to count, such as the Ice and Snow Goddess Cult.

Even the feud of the human race, Beamon, can distinguish the seriousness, but the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect in the extreme north of Beamon is still tough, declaring to the outside world that they are not in harmony with the Holy See, and they will fight against the demons when they come, but absolutely not Will cooperate with the Holy See.

Except for the matter of the criminals of the Demon Race, all the forces of the Human Race focused their attention on the Bloodhoof Tribe.

For unknown reasons, the Bloodhoof tribe suddenly stopped all external activities.

Including helping the major legions of the human race to train Griffin Knights, selling incendiary bullet formulas, deploying dwarves to create masters, and so on.

And the core executives of many forces have discovered an interesting thing, that is, the Bloodhoof Tribe, which has been acting low-key on the southern side of the mainland, has been going deeper and deeper under the leadership of the undead wizard Conslet and the Blind Dragon Sword Saint. In the hinterland on the south side of the human race, inquire about the news of the cracks in different spaces.

Now it can be said that except for the territory of the Beamon orcs and the extreme north, with the assistance of the Holy See, the Bloodhoof Tribe has explored all the plane cracks on the southern side of the mainland.

The Bloodhoof Tribe at this time.

Twenty-seven unactivated teleportation crystal gates are lined up in a row, and thirty heavily armed warriors and beast spirits take turns guarding them continuously for twelve hours.

Two Holy Light priests, Angela and Mara, were also guarding the portal accompanied by Orpheus and Ronningt.

Langningt said with a sad face: "It's been three days since I went in, how about, why don't I take the soldiers to investigate?"

"No! With your cultivation base, this kind of violent elemental power in the unstable portal will smash you and the soldiers to pieces at any time, and with the cultivation base of me and the tribal steward, I can't help you stabilize the cracks in the plane. "Orpheus shook his head slightly and said: "Wait a little longer, I believe that Master Conslet and Master Blind Dragon, if they encounter danger, they will be able to retreat with the strength of the two masters."

"My lord, the situation in the outside world is changing now. Don't you need to go back to the Holy Mountain to help His Majesty the Pope deal with the affairs between the various tribes?" Langningt sighed slightly. The people of the Hoof Tribe are in a panic now, and the laughter and laughter of the past are no longer the same. Everyone is worried and worried. Even a bunch of heartless dwarves are guarding several portals with nothing to do, and they have been wronged. My little daughter-in-law seemed to be waiting for her husband's house, wiping away tears when she had nothing to do.

More than half a month has passed since the battle of Fenghuo Town. With the acquiescence of the Holy Mountain and the assistance of Orpheus, Master Conslet and Master Blind Dragon have searched almost every space crack in the hinterland of the southern continent.

It's a pity that these space cracks are either completely abandoned, or the other side of the plane is mostly a low-magic plane adjacent to the Saint Cassis Continent, such as the Green Goblin Continent, Nether Realm, River of the Dead, etc., or even There are also several cracks leading to the land of the extreme north and the wasteland around the Shabak Imperial City, except that they do not lead to the plane of the demons.

Conslet did know a few magic coordinates leading to the fissure of the demon plane, but when he opened the void fissure again, he found that the corresponding coordinates had already been changed by the demon lich at the other end, and he was almost caught several times. Into the space-time rift.

Elder Clive Owen ran to the Bloodhoof Tribe angrily when he learned that Allen had been arrested, from Conslet to Orpheus, then from Brad to Destruction, and finally even Pope Menrosa was called Come over and spray for a while, but everyone who participated in the battle of Fenghuo Town was scolded by the ancient sixth-order dragon on the head one by one.

In the end, the old dragon returned to Dragon City angrily, saying that he had mobilized all the power of Dragon City to find Alan's whereabouts.

Looking at the only activated portal among the nearly [-], Langningt persuaded: "Master Shengzi, you haven't closed your eyes for a few days, why don't you go back to the Holy Light Castle first, the messenger of the Beamon orc is there , or... I will accompany you to Sabac."

Orpheus shook his head.

Langningt saw Orpheus's bloodshot eyes and haggard face, and continued to persuade him worriedly: "Why don't you go back to the Holy Mountain first, it is said that the Holy Mountain is very busy now, and many archbishops in red have been sent Go out to negotiate with various ethnic groups, go back and help His Majesty the Pope."

"Those foreigners?" Orpheus sighed and said, "It's not as good as Brother Allen alone."

Longingt was dumbfounded. He didn't expect Orpheus to say this sentence, but after thinking for a while, he suddenly felt that Orpheus was right. Those foreigners have already set the sun. Although there are no shortage of strong people, they must In terms of conventional armed forces and the tactical use of large-scale wars, it is really inferior to the Bloodhoof tribe and Chief Allen.

Apart from being crusaded by the Holy See Legion, many foreign tribes have basically not participated in large-scale battles for hundreds of years. In recent years, the wilderness barbarians and the bloodhoof tribe have been active in the eyes of the world, especially the bloodhoof tribe. It is a battle of hundreds of battles, and is even famous in the mainland for its proud record of zero casualties.

It's a pity that a hundred battles are victorious, and there have been no casualties all the time. As a result, the myth will either be shattered, and once it is shattered, Chief Allen will be arrested. Isn't this nonsense.

Ronningt is actually full of worries, because of the current status and role of Allen and the Bloodhoof Tribe, the Pope and Holy Mountain have long stopped pursuing the identities of their family of three. The old man Fan Di enjoys the treatment of the elders of the Bloodhoof Tribe, so he can Said to be a character walking sideways in the camp.

His wife, Mara, is a priest of the Holy Light Department. She is deeply loved by the tribal warriors and recognizes the old chief Zach as her godfather.

My son is talented and intelligent. Although he is still in his infancy, he has started babbling before he is one year old. He has the title of Holy Son of the Southern Diocese on his head. His future achievements are limitless. He has recognized two mentors alone. The famous master of the blind dragon in the mainland, and the magic instructor is Master Conslet of the sub-sage rank.

Sometimes Langningt was a little envious of his infant son. If he had had such two mentors when he was young, he might be a very strong man now.

Apart from the carefree life of his family, Longningt himself also lived a very leisurely life.

As soon as the candles were blown at night, I hugged my son and my wife, Mara, and started talking about each other. As soon as the day dawned, I taught a few barbarian children the knowledge of fighting spirit. They ate well and slept soundly. Recently, they were fat I lost five or six pounds, and I wanted to study the second child, but the boss unexpectedly had an accident. At this time, I am not in the mood to have a baby.

With the arrest of Chief Allen, the atmosphere in the tribe is very strange, and everyone wants to force a smile rather than make others worry.

The tribal fighters still train every day, but after training, there is no laughter and laughter, and everyone looks lonely.

Even the group of giants who can eat and sleep often gather together, sit on the ground and sigh, and their appetite is greatly reduced.

The magic tower in the camp did not burst out bursts of elemental light as usual.

Since becoming an advanced magister, Rooney was the most diligent at first, but now he is lying in the stone house every day, either cursing the Pope Menrosa or the demons.

And the laziest old Du Fu, instead, huddled in the magic tower every day, besides meditating, he was learning about water magic.

Even those half-grown children who scurry around the ground every day gather next to the portal from time to time, asking themselves tirelessly when their elder brother Alan, the chief, will come back.

You must know that Alan is usually very tired of these brats. If anyone is covered in mud and gets next to Alan, he will definitely get kicked in his ass and get kicked to the ground.

Langningt looked at the sky, and he really hoped that it was not Allen who was taken away but himself.

If he is taken away, even if Mara and the child become orphans and widows, he also believes that Allen will take good care of the mother and the child, and will protect the mother and the child from being bullied by anyone for the rest of their lives.

But if Allen was taken away, Langningt thought that he didn't have the strength and cohesion to make the Bloodhoof tribe dominate the mainland as usual, only to bully others, not to be bullied.

He thinks that not only himself can't do it, even Master Conslet or the old chief Zach can't do it. No one can replace Alan's status and role in everyone's mind.

The Bloodhoof tribe can leave anyone, but they can't leave Alan!

"What the hell is this called?" Longningt has been in the Bloodhoof Tribe for a long time, and now he doesn't care about the Holy Father anymore, open your mouth and shut up, fuck you and fuck you!

After scolding, Langningt slightly regretted it. Speaking obscenities in front of the Holy Son was tantamount to despising the Holy Father. The crime could be big or small.

Who knew that Orpheus also sighed helplessly: "Who the hell knows!"

(End of this chapter)