By the time Xia Zuo walked out of the tent, the sky had already fallen into darkness. Dog was lying in front of the tent, fulfilling its duties. When he heard Xia Zuo's movement, he immediately stood up from the ground.

There was still light in the surrounding tents. A true victory was of great significance to every militia, especially when they saw the originally terrifying demon soldiers defeated in front of them, they were even more excited to sleep.

In this way, the death of the companions seems to be less important, because for them: despair and fear are even more terrifying than real death!

Not far from the tent, a cluster of grand flames rose on the Gobi Desert, and knights and monks gathered around the flames: some were whispering about the battle situation, while others were baking food...

"What's going on during the day? You're almost fucked by him, why did he escape in the end?" Morodo's sharp eyes saw Xia Zuo's figure at first sight, and couldn't help asking.

"To be honest, I have never seen such a strange thing before!" Reese muttered. Just as Xia Zuo was fighting him, he clearly saw the changes in Dion. Now when he recalled the gradually aging appearance, even he couldn't help but feel trembling.

Xia Zuo looked at Lin Neng. Lin Neng thought for a moment and smiled at Xia Zuo, "To be honest, I didn't expect that Presbyterian Abel would teach you such a martial arts?"

"What kind of martial art is this?" Hammer couldn't help but ask more. This was the doubt in everyone's heart.

Sensing those pairs of surprised gazes, Lin Neng explained: "Time! This is the power of time, the most profound secret technique, also called: time. Secret technique."

Everyone widened their eyes. The life of creatures lies in time. No matter who they are, they have a certain understanding of this time, such as the morning bell in the monastery in the early morning. It is like a burning candle... but no one could have imagined that such power would be controlled by people.

"If you want to master time and secret skills, that is not something that ordinary power can do. The reason why the elder can control such power is entirely because of his bloodline ability. If you can do it, it is also because of the inherited blood. But with each use, the inherited blood will continue to decrease until the blood is exhausted and unknown."

Everyone opened their eyes and looked at each other. In the world under the space, only flames were flowing continuously. One by one, the figures felt that what Lin Neng said was too magical. Xia Zuo thought for a while and asked, "If the blood is exhausted, then it means that such a ability will completely disappear?"

Lin En glanced at Xia Zuo, as if she could see Xia Zuo’s thoughts: “In fact, human blood is just a kind of reliance, and energy lies in its own spiritual will.”

The five knights smiled and heard the comforting meaning in his words.

Xia Zuo looked in his palm, but felt a little regretful: everyone is the same, when he has powerful power, who would be willing to give up easily?

"How are you injured?" Just as he was silent, Beorot took his dwarf friends to the flames.

"It's almost done." Just as Xia Zuo spoke, the woman handed over the baked food. Xia Zuo took the baked barbecue and bit it a large piece. Borot threw the wine pot around her waist to Xia Zuo.

Xia Zuo drank several times in succession, and Lynn suddenly spoke, "What are you going to do if we occupy Ellis City?"

Xia Zuo didn't say anything, looked at the deep space and fell into deep thought...

The war continued to stage under the light of light, and the soldiers of the demon clan could no longer suppress the defeat. The monks led the militia, suppressing the offensive of the demon soldiers again and again, and constantly pushing towards the city of Elis. In this process, the militia's combat effectiveness was also constantly increasing.

The seriously injured militia returned to the castle under the escort of the monks, and the castles would send newly recruited militias to supplement the lost troops.

Bright red blood filled their roads, and the black fog shrouded apart by them. The former prophecy has now become a reality, and it is clearly staged under the light...

During this process, the garrison in the Collins Mountains had been alarmed. Binlan led 5,000 demons and 30,000 soldiers to support him, but on the eve of his departure, the camp was attacked. The scale of the attack was not very large, but invisibly, it slowed down the speed of the march.

Some forces who were watching coldly knew that the attack was because of Snow, but they didn't understand: why he did it? They didn't understand what benefits he could get when he did this? But compared to the reasons, the most important thing is often the result...

Losing the support of troops, the demon soldiers retreated faster. On the third day of the war, the outline of Elis City appeared in the dusk light. At the moment when I saw Elis City, huge cheers echoed in the valley. The ground seemed to tremble because of this sound. With the trembling of the ground, the magnificent and solemn castle standing in the light seemed to begin to twist.

Standing on the hillside, the orange light draped on the back, and under the shadow of the light, Xia Zuo looked extremely tall. "Along the way, we have killed enough, and those sinful demons have suffered the same punishment. When we enter the city of Ellis, I don't want to cause too many killings!"

The sound rippled under the valley, but the original noise and joy turned into silence. In the wide eyes, there was an unconcealed astonishment.

"They are all demons and they are not worthy of our sympathy!" Suddenly someone shouted in the quiet crowd, and with the sound of this sound, more harmony sounded in the space:

"They gave me the same pain, and I want to return the pain to them..."

"Only by letting these bitches completely disappear, the world can truly restore light."

...

The noise became louder and louder, and the resentment from the deepest part of their hearts was enough to burn their kindness and reason. This was the first time they had rejected Xia Zuo's orders and rejected this figure that looked like a god in their hearts.

"I have already said: I help you in order to follow justice. What I want is the most just judgment under the light, not the irrational revenge."

The sound was rumbling in the sky. Xia Zuo stared at him, and the anger in his heart erupted in his body. When everyone's eyes were placed on him, they suddenly felt a burst of heat. It was just that hatred could be erased so easily, then it was no longer hatred.

"Those damn things killed my son in front of me..." Another loud screamed in the crowd.

"The sinful demons have also paid the price for their past, but you are going to transfer your anger to their relatives. So what's the difference between you and the demons!" Xia Zuo stared at the figure with red eyes and holding the black spear in his hand.

"You can't feel my pain at all, so how can you say it with confidence!" Someone in the crowd roared loudly, blood in his eyes wrapped around despair and pain.

"You are even more unimaginable in the pain I have endured, but I am still standing in front of you and facing this world. I lead you not to let you abandon virtue, justice, and truth... but to let you enter the light, not to fall into your own dark cage. The reason why I lead you is to let the light cover this world, rather than let the darkness swallow all the kindness and beauty..." Xia Zuo looked at the countless figures under him, "Think about the world, your living or dead relatives, no one would want you to become the sinful person."

Xia Zuo's eyes were bravely looking at each other, just in those pairs of painful and hatred eyes, the justice in his heart gave him enough courage to look at each figure...

The light of dusk gradually faded, and darkness enveloped the space. Unlike the previous lively and surging breath, the camp was filled with a strange depression and quietness.

Walking around the camp with Dogge, the low talk from the tent made Xia Zuo feel anxious, and suddenly saw a figure in his eyes: wearing a wide robe and green skin under his hood, he was an orc monk.

Among the most monks, the most are human monks, with almost more than a thousand people, followed by demon monks, with the number of people also not small, about three or four hundred. In addition, the number of monks from other races is much smaller. If the number of dwarf monks is almost seven or eight, the number of orcs and elves is not more than ten.

Xia Zuo once asked Linen why there were other races? Linen explained that these people were all babies picked up by other monks when they traveled. In terms of age, they were much bigger than ordinary monks.

However, most of their clothes are mysterious, their behaviors and actions are relatively low-key, and they are easily overlooked, but their strength is far superior to ordinary monks.

"Hey, let's fight?" Xia Zuo shouted at him, and an amber gaze projected from under the hood. The orc monk did not speak, but the figure rushed up the next moment. As the figure approached, countless green afterimages swept towards Xia Zuo. Xia Zuo did not expect that the orc monk would be so straightforward. He just started to do it. Fortunately, his long combat career has cultivated his keen fighting instinct. He said "Fuck" and clenched his fists and smashed it on him.
Chapter completed!