Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Regardless, the nobles and priests were extremely excited as they had finally found an ally and their hope had finally come true.

If they didn't have some shame, they would almost be so excited that they would start twisting their bodies on the spot, and ask each other if they have plans for the evening and if they can get to know each other better.

Therefore, after the meeting, they kept chattering like elementary school students who had finally made it to Friday and whose last class in the afternoon was music, physical education, and art.

From time to time, they would let out a sharp laugh, as if they were talking about some common interests, and then they would chatter away, and everything was said without saying a word.

Fortunately, Ji Ming now appeared in the form of a shadow. Such a cool impression made these little brats dare not act rashly and did not pollute his ears with dirty things.

But in such a relaxed state, how can the Chosen One, as the leader, rest assured that they can complete the task successfully?

So he decided to use a very realistic live-action exercise as a customary leadership supplement to every meeting.

"Since the plan has been decided, I will take my leave first. Please do as you please."

Therefore, not long after the Shadow God's Chosen Statue turned into a shadow and dissipated like when it came, everyone in the secret room heard a dull roar coming from outside.

They were chatting and discussing the hot start-up, but at the same time they stopped what they were doing and looked at each other with confusion.

"Hiss, this seems to be... the sound of the pioneers' gunfire!?"

As if to confirm their guess, a series of explosions were heard in the cave corridor, followed by chaotic footsteps.

If it were in the past, such a situation would not have scared these guys who were so bad that pus was oozing from the soles of their feet.

Instead, he would find it very interesting, and then tell his men with great interest to remember to capture them alive.

As for capturing the assassin alive, what are they going to do with him...

That’s hard to say. After all, people have different preferences and we can’t generalize. If you think about the good things, you may just want to imitate the story of Hannibal.

But now they obviously don't have such leisure time. Frightened by being beaten, scolded and played with by the pioneers, they have already suffered from severe PTSD and started screaming.

"The players are coming, and another secret base is about to be destroyed!"

"No, don't take my baby away, that's too cruel!"

"I heard that there is a group among them that treats prisoners well. When I kneel down, remember to follow me. If you are lucky, you may survive!"

Looking at the cowards around him who were afraid before the battle and some who were already kneeling on the ground commenting on each other's postures, Earl Yanshan, who was obviously not convinced, was furious.

"Asshole, how can I be a noble if I'm with a bunch of bugs like you?"

Big insects should have the dignity and confidence that big insects should have, and should not panic like them.

So the Earl was very calm and walked to his Knight Commander as if nothing had happened.

"Pogo, stop pretending and get up. God has chosen him to not blame you."

……

"Get up! Stop pretending, he's gone!"

……

"What? Do you want me to ask you to get up?!"

The Count, unable to bear it any longer, became furious and kicked Pogo in the elbow.

boom!

……

"Ouch! It's made of iron, it hurts!"

He took several deep breaths before he calmed down, but he saw that his dear Knight Commander was still motionless as if dead.

"You wait."

The Earl gritted his teeth and was about to take off the scabbard from his waist and turn into the plantation owner to beat him with a weapon, but suddenly he thought of...

Grandma, is she really dead?

He was not afraid of any dead people, but in a chaotic situation like the current one, he really needed a fighting force at the level of Dinghai Shenzhen.

Therefore, the count frowned and used the scabbard of his sword to push aside the visor of Pogo's helmet, and found that he was not pretending to be fainted, but... he was really fainted.

"Damn it...someone come!"

As a count, his guards tonight are of course not only the Knight Commander, but also many knights as his followers.

He waved his hand and ordered the knights to find a way to wake up their leader immediately!

Although the knights were worthy of their loyalty, they couldn't help but wonder...

We are people who practice martial arts. If you ask us to kill our superiors, even if we can't do it, we can always find a way to do it. But we really don't have the ability to save people!

However, seeing their lord's gloomy expression, they really didn't dare to say such words, so they had to bite the bullet and decided to have a consultation for the brave.

"What should we do? Let's brainstorm!"

Standing around the Knight Commander, sweating profusely, everyone remained silent for several seconds, and finally one of the young men took a deep breath and raised his hand.

"Seniors, do you still remember the night before yesterday?"

"Well, you mean Charles and his son accidentally hired the same prostitute, and then they just went into battle together..."

"No, no! What I want to say is... Mr. Hawkins said that he hopes I can clean my own boots in the future, because the smell can wake up the dead, and the hotel maid is really unwilling to do it."

"Ah this..."

All the knights touched their foreheads through their visors. After all, this matter had even reached the inn where they were staying, so naturally their colleagues knew about it.

One of them was even the little knight's roommate. The smart knight seemed to have suddenly thought of something, his whole body shuddered, and even his lips were trembling.

"We... we shouldn't need to..."

"Is necessary!"

The oldest knight in the crowd spoke with finality, and he put his arms around the necks of the knights around him, asking them to come closer to listen to him.

"Friends, this is a critical moment. Our choices will not only determine our current fate, but will also change our future!"

"Think about it, if we can get through this difficulty, we and the Earl will be friends for life and death!"

"Who is the Earl? He is the most powerful man in the southern region, second only to the Duke! So even if we don't become extremely successful, at least we will be able to live a comfortable life!"

"Think about everyone's family! Think about everyone's dreams! We must get through this hurdle!"

The old knight's move was undoubtedly an effective motivation. Even the guy who was a little hesitant just now has become convinced.

The little knight was even more excited, feeling that everyone's fate depended on his own feet!

With an inexplicable sense of mission, he took off his crucial boots that were used to complete the last fire-smothering.

"Zone D..."

Let alone others at this moment, even the most determined decision maker and encourager, even the old knight almost vomited. He could only cover his mouth and signal the young knight to act quickly!

So the knight grabbed his boots and prepared to launch a biochemical attack, but at this moment, he heard a loud shout.

"Hey! Stop wasting time. Have you made any progress?"

The Earl was already impatient of waiting, and he pushed through the crowd, wanting to see what had happened to his Knight Commander.

As a result, the young knight, who was frightened by the loud shout, covered the Knight Commander's face with his boots as if he wanted to suffocate him to death.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

It was so vicious that even though the Earl was several meters away, he felt as if his nose was hit by a heavy hammer and sparks were flying, not to mention the Knight Commander who suffered full damage from the close-range magic.

"Wow!"

After experiencing the effects of the homemade poison gas bomb, he let out a hysterical scream and pushed the little knight on top of him away.

Those who knew said that the Knight Commander had woken up, while those who didn't thought that some evil cult had harmed the little boy again and a talented castrato singer had debuted.

He sang the high notes for a long time before he finally quieted down, but he was still lying on the ground, breathing atomic breath non-stop, wishing he could replace his body fluids and facial skin with a new one.

a long time.

"What happened? I vaguely remember that I seemed to be knocked unconscious..."

The old knight was about to explain when he was pushed away by the count.

"There's no time to explain, Pogo. The pioneers are about to break in. We have to get out of here!"

"What? Oh oh..."

Such a rapid version change made the Knight Commander unable to react, but out of his professionalism he quickly fastened his helmet, took out his weapon, and restored his combat effectiveness.

At this time, the small nobles and church priests who were in chaos also regained some of their rationality and decided that no matter what, they should at least try to break out.

What, you said resistance?

It is impossible to resist. We have resisted before when we still had confidence.

As a result, there is really no possibility of success except changing the ending of [Being beaten into a grandson] to [Being beaten into a box].

So in order for everyone to live two more years, it is better not to engage in this kind of gambling.

Since they had chosen to escape, they had to leave the secret room first. Therefore, the Frost Iron Priest walked out of the crowd, controlled the magic circle, and slowly opened the door.

"go!"

Many nobles or church guards have gathered outside the gate, waiting for their leader to come out before making plans.

And although it is true that the various forces brought their own people here because they are afraid of a fight, if possible, who would be willing to engage in a fight in a situation that could easily turn into an individual competition?

Therefore, in order to prevent chaos caused by too many people on the field, the leaders of each team left guards outside the field, which were actually much more numerous than those inside, so when they were put together, they were like a pot of soup.

"Wait, so if all of you stay here, who's holding back the Trailblazers?"

……

"Oh my God! Please don't try so hard!"

As the organizer, the Frost Iron Priest, who was naturally responsible for the security of the entire venue, let out a scream and disappeared into the corridor like a rabbit.

"Ah."

Although in theory we are allies now, we should be united in facing the same enemy.

But given their moral level...it's good enough that they don't add insult to injury, so we still have to laugh when we should.

Then, while they were laughing foolishly, they discovered a very important problem.

First of all, the Frost Iron Church itself is actually quite weak. In terms of accumulation, strength, potential, and the backing of gods, it can be said that it is poor across the board. It cannot even become a powerful country among such a group of small fleas.

Therefore, the fundamental reason why everyone is willing to come is the same as why Chloe can become the Speaker of the Soul Council, that is, they want it as a dish, so dishonest that no one thinks it has the courage to make a big move.

Therefore, the former Cold Iron Church was lucky enough not to be kicked out and bullied by the crowd. It did not have the courage and ability to fight for power and only wanted to protect itself.

As a result, this secret base not only had to be built in the deep mountains and forests, but also had to be dug underground in a secluded place. The multi-layered defense can only be described as insane.

Well, if it has gone crazy, could this little wonder of earth and stone still have a simple structure?

So when Priest Han Tie ran away, not only did he panic, but everyone else also panicked.

——Son, if you leave, Daddy doesn’t know how to get out of this maze created by the wisdom of God!

But tonight's destiny lady... the cold and icy destiny gear set who is regarded as a goddess by everyone is merciful, and soon they won't have to worry about this matter anymore.

Because with a scream, a figure torn apart by some terrible weapon flew out and crashed into the end of the corridor, dead~

Everyone looked carefully and found that, ah, it was indeed the Frost Iron Priest who had just run away.

In the crowd, a pagan priest had grabbed the collar of a Hantie believer who was sifting chaff vigorously:

"Sir, only the priest knows the complete map! The only exit we know of is... it's in the direction where the pioneers came in!"

"asshole!"

The priest who caught him quickly was also a very angry man. Upon hearing such bad news, he was so angry that he slapped him in the face.

The believer’s fragile cervical vertebrae: Just slap me, I won’t make a sound even if I twist my body!

Looking at the Frost Iron believer who was transformed into a crooked-necked owl on the spot, the priest in public was also frightened. His eyes rolled and he shouted.

"They...they clearly agreed that they would absolutely guarantee safety tonight!"

"And we fully cooperated and followed their rules! Even our friends from the Deep Pond Church used their magical skills to have the Lord God wipe out all traces outside!"

"So now two hours have passed, and the Trail Blazers were able to get in through the main gate. This shows that they are poorly managed. This is all their fault!"

silence.

Then the crowd became excited.

"Yes, it's all the Frost Iron Church's fault!"

"There must be a traitor among them. They betrayed us!"

"I've felt something's wrong with them for a long time. You guys can't let them go!"

Under normal circumstances, even if such a major mistake and disaster occurred, everyone would at most blackmail Han Tie and put the matter behind them.

After all, in theory, they are the leader of this alliance. Even if they are useless, it will be difficult for everyone to continue to cooperate without them.

But now the position of leader obviously does not belong to him, nor to anyone present here, and certainly not to Earl Yanshan. It belongs to the Shadow Church.

——Then you, a little bit of cold iron, are useless.

It just so happens that we are all about to go on an expedition, and we are short of money and food, and we also lack the fate of fighting side by side. So, wouldn’t it be possible by tearing your hand apart?

So before they even came into contact with the pioneers, we had already suffered casualties, one after another of the Frost Iron believers were stabbed in the back.