Zhuo Fan knew that Bentley was an important defense zone on the second defense line. The last time he met Ling Bingyan, it was during the ring match, and Zhuo Fan really didn't know where she was going. As for Ling Bingyan's [Promise] who took off the veil, to be honest, Zhuo Fan didn't take it seriously.

Zhuo Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and a punch flew out, flying towards Shan Man's face. This punch was fierce. If Shan Man didn't dodge, he would have to spit out a few teeth. In a short moment of attack, the two of them refused to give in to each other.

No one expected that Shan Man's sword light flashed and steadily stood on Zhuo Fan's neck. Zhuo Fan's fist tilted and hit Shan Man's shoulder. Shan Nan's body shook for a while, but the blade was still steady. Shan Man's movements remained unchanged, and there was a look of admiration on his face: "Master, thank you for letting me go for a handsome face. And you are so generous to invite me to drink, so I'll give you a suggestion - be far away from those things..."

After saying that, Shannon put away his short knife and turned around and left.

Looking at the man who left behind, Zhuo Fan felt a little complicated. To be honest, Shannan was a little confused. After all, he could steal a bell from the corpse-driver, so this person was definitely not as simple as he seemed.

The mountain man had already walked up the hillside, and his back looked somewhat lonely and chic. Zhuo Fan just wanted to praise him a few more words in his heart, but suddenly the mountain man tripped at his feet and rolled down from the hillside again.

Coincidentally, he rolled back to Zhuo Fan's feet. Although he was embarrassed, he still pretended to smile on his face: "Master, I didn't expect that we will meet again so soon..."

Touching his forehead, Zhuo Fan took back his stupid thoughts just now.

After saying goodbye to Shannon, Zhuo Fan moved forward alone. His direction was exactly where Shannon came. Shannon chose to go to a place farther away from the corpse-driver, while Zhuo Fan was just the opposite. He kept teleporting in the dense forest, and Zhuo Fan's speed was comparable to that of the fourth-level warrior.

Moreover, he used his mindful power to control objects to accelerate, and he consumed very little physical strength and did not even need to be replenished. Before the sun in the sky reached its peak, Zhuo Fan had already advanced at least 30 kilometers according to the map.

However, the distance to Bentley City is relatively long, at least as long as Zhuo Fan's journey back to the military camp on the second line of defense.

As he headed eastward, the bodies gradually increased.

There was a row of more than a dozen female corpses in front of him.

Zhuo Fan looked at the female corpse who was rushing to the east with the same face. It was obvious that these were the rear troops of the corpse tide. He speculated that when this night arrived, these corpse tides would definitely arrive at Bentley City. When they arrived at Bentley City, nothing good would happen.

What Zhuo Fan even more couldn't understand was that neither Priscilla nor the corpse-driver had to go to the place of the most beautiful woman and started a massacre. Zhuo Fan obviously could not understand the idea of ​​the person who controlled the corpse tide now.

After all, Zhuo Fan is a man, he obviously overlooked a very special feeling...

The corpses lined up, which made him think about doing an experiment. "I wonder how the corpse sound ring will work during the day?"

Zhuo Fan was about to reach out to touch the [Corpse Sound Ring], but he touched Moen's wine bottle in his waist bag, and the wine bottle shook and made a sound.

He took out the wine bottle and opened the mouth of the bottle. Zhuo Fan's mental power moved and the things in the bottle were immediately pulled out. This was a ball of paper made of special material, soaked in the wine without blurring the handwriting on it. When he opened the ball of paper, Zhuo Fan's expression immediately became gloomy.

This is the mission book that Moon received as a killer:

"Stop Zhuo Fan from returning to the military camp, you don't have to kill him, but you have to trap him in a designated location. I will be responsible for the rest of the matters that discredit his reputation..."

The signature is blank.

When Zhuo Fan saw the word "reputation", he immediately thought of how vicious and disgusting things Kong Chao would do. He was not satisfied with killing people, but also destroyed the reputation of others. People were not at ease after death, and even were scolded. Such things could not be summarized in the word "vicious".

"Hmph! I'll complete the task first. If this guy is still entangled, I can't blame me..." Zhuo Fan had a completely murderous intent in his heart. To be honest, if it was just about him, he could not care about him. However, such things as reputation often involve their own family, and even their own family will be hated by this guy. This is definitely something that Zhuo Fan can't tolerate.

As evidence, Zhuo Fan put it away.

Seeing the note, Zhuo Fan was even more sure that he would ask Ling Bingyan out to help first. As for the trump card that must be killed, he was the last one to consider using it.

He took out the bell again, and Zhuo Fan began to activate his mental power. After all, it was during the day, and Zhuo Fan did not have much expectations. As a result, after a few minutes of shaking the bell, the corpses on the ground were still sleeping soundly. Zhuo Fan looked helpless: "If I don't cooperate so much, or is it the method I used is wrong?"

He had seen the bell shaking before, but the corpses collapsed automatically, but now there is no change. His most basic expectation is to see the corpses explode.

Zhuo Fan put away the bell and continued on the road. He accelerated his pace in the distance. It took only half a day to see the location of Bentley City. There was still some time before nightfall.

I saw the height of the sun, it was about four o'clock in the afternoon.

The closer he got to Bentley, the body almost disappeared. A dark shadow looked at him, and he followed Zhuo Fan all the way, but Zhuo Fan didn't even notice it. The dark shadow was Priscilla, who pretended to be a corpse driver. Although Zhuo Fan couldn't control the corpse tide, it was particularly harsh to her. To her, this bell was simply a blasphemy to her noble identity [Valkyrie].

Bentley is actually similar to flange. It is surrounded by five-story city walls, surrounded by a moat. However, the difference is that Bentley has a hundred times more resources than flange. The moat here is filled with white thick salt water. Thousands of tons of concentrated salt water flowing can effectively prevent the harassment of giants below the five-meter level. It can also be recycled and is quite cost-effective for resources.

The walls here are not too high.

After all, the city wall is just passive defense, and it is not very meaningful to exceed this height. Those who truly fight against the ice and snow giants are still those powerful human magicians and warriors.

The familiar rules for passing-throughs, walls, moats, and even entry into the city are also familiar.

Zhuo Fan had just walked to the city gate and a team of guards immediately surrounded him. They all had a sharp look and uniform movements, and they definitely had a tacit understanding that had been available for many years. A brief look, Zhuo Fan knew that the strength of these guards was at least level 4 warriors. He even noticed a strong fluctuation of mental power...

One of the soldiers walked towards Zhuo Fan. He looked at Zhuo Fan with bright eyes: "This is an important defensive stronghold on the second line of defense. Please show your pass!"

It is estimated that he is at least a soldier of the squad leader (Private) level.

The problem of pass is really a bit stumped by Zhuo Fan. Although his one-star citizen is open to a small town within the alliance, he must be introduced by acquaintances to enter the big city. This is a front-line important place, and its importance is no less than that of a big city, so the authority to enter the city is naturally higher.

Although he was a little helpless, Zhuo Fan still handed over his ID card.

Soon, the ID was scanned. The soldier shook his head.

Zhuo Fan's expression was ugly, but he couldn't give up so easily. He stepped forward: "I know my authority is not enough. Can you please contact this person? I want to ask her to guarantee me to enter the city."

There is absolutely no problem in guaranteeing as Ling Bingyan.

The captain's expression became embarrassed. He stepped forward and hugged Zhuo Fan's shoulder, lowered his voice and said, "I also saw your identity. You are a one-star citizen, an outstanding citizen who contributed to the alliance, and a soldier on the third line of defense. So I personally believe in you very much and want to let you into the city, but you also know that this is not in line with the rules. And the request you made is impossible to meet."

Zhuo Fan's eyes dimmed, and the other party was telling the truth.

"You have to know that even Bentley's highest commander, Major General Lance, could not easily see the person you mentioned, let alone us little people." After saying that, the captain left Zhuo Fan, who was silent alone, back to the team himself.

At this moment, the way to the city seemed to be blocked.

However, time is limited, and for the corpse tide, it can definitely tear Bentley's defense line easily. It is just a fifteen-meter wall, and a corpse tide wave can directly ignore the blocking effect of the wall. And in the next hour when the corpse tide enters, there is absolutely no problem in killing the entire Bentley.

Even if some masters can survive by chance, what about Bentley's tens of thousands of lives? He doesn't want to see Bentley turn into a sea of ​​blood.

Before coming, Zhuo Fan had already made the worst plan. He was about to rush into the city with force when suddenly a dangerous aura floated over. He turned his head suddenly and carefully locked in the source of the danger.

He was a completely unfamiliar face. The man was a few meters away from Zhuo Fan. His smile looked very friendly, but his eyes showed a unique charm of a woman: "Do you want to enter the city too? Then come with me."

While Zhuo Fan was hesitating, the man had already passed Zhuo Fan's position and walked towards the city gate.

As usual, more than a dozen guards came up to intercept them, saying these words of the same, but they didn't know that great danger had arrived. The terror of the person in front of them was not something they could imagine, even the messenger of the kingdom of God died at her hands.

The man ignored the soldiers' words and suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhuo Fan. His face was completely different from the previous moment. Moreover, Zhuo Fan knew the owner of this face: "If you don't follow me tightly, I can't guarantee that you can enter the city with me."

"Prishyla!" Zhuo Fan was shocked, his face turned pale, and for a moment he felt a little dizzy. "It was indeed her who killed the corpse-driver, and it was me who led her to Bentley. Now..." Zhuo Fan felt something was wrong. If Prishyla entered the city, Bentley would inevitably have another bloody storm.

"I should thank you for saving me a lot of time for finding that person." Priscilla changed into a woman's soft voice. She turned around and showed Ruan Mei's smile at the soldiers. A trace of dangerous aura emanated from her body. These guards were considered to have been through the battlefield for a long time, and at this moment, their heads were temporarily dull. Just this moment of dullness was enough to make them have different bodies and heads.
Chapter completed!