After two hours of travel, the swamp giants delayed until three hours. If they hadn't wanted to lead out the five thousand people, the Komodo giant's foot strength would have already thrown these soldiers to nowhere.

However, Yang Dashuan rushed to the front of the team and returned to the gathering place after one hour.[bsp;   "Who is it?"

Before we got close to the camp, there were a series of surging in the dark grass, and people quickly emerged one after another. "Stop!"

The fire suddenly rose and illuminated the hills.

Above the hill, the elves lay on the hillside, aiming at the darkness with their black muzzles.

"It's the master!" Hulk Troll Gao Fei shouted loudly. "It's the master who is back!"

The elves immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly hid. The slaves also stood up from the grass and surrounded them. Several strong slaves lay on the ground, asking Yang Dashuan to step on his back and walk down the Komodo giant beast.

"I'm back? Isn't it hurt? Pastor!" When Joan of Arc saw Yang Dashuan's torn clothes, he couldn't help but scream. The pastors quickly surrounded him, but were pushed away by Yang Dashuan.

"I'm fine!" Yang Dashuan waved his hands repeatedly and took off his coat.

Alice hurriedly picked it up and looked at her lover with a worried look on her face. "Why are you back alone? What about Sheen? What about those swamp giants? Did something happen? "

Leren quickly stood on tiptoe and shook his head.

Even with the night elves' eyes that could see at night, she could not see any further places. At least Leren was sure that no one came with him several kilometers behind Yang Dashuan.

"I'll talk about these later!" Yang Dashuan put his hand into his mouth and quickly blew a whistle.

After hearing the whistle, nearby slaves quickly emerged from their hidden place.

"Now I start to arrange the mission! Da Taibao, you take all the centaurs apart, and Shien and the others are still behind. About five thousand cavalry are coming here, Shien and the others are delaying them. Your task is to tell me the first time you find them!" Yang Dashuan took the water handed over by Alice, took a sip and then continued. "The ogres and bear goblins are starting to dig trenches now. I only need two, the 'v' font is in front and the 'one' font is behind. We have no horses and no tripping ropes, so we can only use this kind of method."

"As for the elves, you should temporarily obey Leren's command and occupy the high ground behind us. Wait for my orders, and let the cavalry on the flanks rush over, and the cavalry crowded in the middle do not need to pay attention to them!"

Leren nodded repeatedly and quickly climbed back to the hillside with the elves.

"Master, but we don't have anything to dig the soil!" Thad leaned over with a bitter face.

Yang Dashuan slapped the guy without hesitation, "Do you don't have an axe in your hand? Use that thing to dig. Within an hour, two trenches were not dug for me, so I'll pull out your skin and dunk!"

Thade couldn't help but shrink his head and quickly led the ogres to the front.

As for the dwarves, Yang Dashuan called them all to his side.

With the wave of the space ring, the kite-shaped shields that were taller from one side and one blade suddenly appeared out of thin air on the grass in the wasteland. These smaller kite-shaped shields were configured by the Principal infantry, with a pound of about two hundred. For the dwarves of the strong men, it was not very laborious to carry them with one hand.

"You hide there!" Yang Dashuan pointed back and pointed to the flat-spread place at the foot of the hillside. "You can only appear when the opponent's cavalry completely crossed the second trench, protecting with shields and cutting horse legs with weapons. If time is enough, I will let the ogres dig out the third trench and let you retreat! To avoid unnecessary casualties!"

"Master, we don't need it!" Edward kept shaking his head, and while using his thick arms to beat Yang Dashuan on his chest, he said. "It is the responsibility of being the King of the Hill to lead his tribe members to find the glory of the dwarfs again. We are Duijia's tribe members, and we will not retreat!"

Yang Dashuan nodded repeatedly.

If all the slaves in the territory were so capable, what else would he have to worry about?

The ogres who were intimidated by Lao Yang did their work hard. The two trenches were properly completed in just half an hour. The total length was about fifty yards and half a blade-high trenches almost covered the entire area outside the hillside.

Yang Dashuan asked them to scatter again and hid in front of the grass in the first trench.

The waist-length meadow is enough to cover up the ogres lying on the ground. On the winter night in the wasteland, even if you get closer, you may not know that such a great murderous intent is hidden in this area.

Alice handed a bowl of water, steaming hot.

Yang Dashuan took over the hand and drained it in one bite. Today's death battle with Greg and Govellard almost emptied the last bit of strength in his body. It was not until he stopped that Old Yang felt a pain all over. "I will kill a senior presiding judge today!"

Joan of Arc stood there in a daze, blinking his eyes and staring at Yang Dashuan in disbelief.

"There is another old guy who I have never hit him." Yang Dashuanxi patted the fish intestine dagger on his waist. "This thing was made from the senior presiding judge, it's amazing!"

"Darkspeaker-Greg!" Joan of Arc was shocked. "The presiding judge actually sent them both, did you kill him?"

The Fish Intestine Dagger is Greg's magic prop to become famous.

These three daggers were famous for shooting the fourth-level fire dragon in a battle, and Greg's reputation has since been greatly enhanced in the Inquisition.

Yang Dashuan enjoyed this gaze quite a bit, pridefully lit his head. He said with disdain: "What's wrong with that guy? I knocked that guy down with a slap!"

"Then what's going on with your injuries?" Alice looked at the bruises on Yang Dashuan's body and frowned.

"Govilard, an old guy. He came when I just killed Greg. Grandma, he didn't even say anything. But he was lucky, otherwise I would have crushed him into pieces with Moradin's anger!" Yang Dashuan patted the musket on the left side of his waist again. At the same time, he always maintained the bad habit of loading bullets. Although it was easy to get fire, it could play the most critical role in critical moments.

"Sad Govellard!"

Joan of Arc was almost speechless, why did Yang Dashuan's opponents be the opponents who were so strong that Booleans could not be worse than anyone else, but after all, a hero could not hold back more fists, and no matter how hard Booleans forced him, he would have a capsized in the gutter.

"Don't be afraid, no matter how powerful he is, I can still kill him!" Yang Dashuan smiled. "Not mentioning these three fish intestine daggers, even if he is my Moradin's anger, he may not be able to escape. Besides, there are more treasures on me!"

The girls blinked, but were always worried.

Although Yang Dashuan said this, he was somewhat unsure. After all, Govelad avoided his own shot when he was so close, and it would be difficult for anyone to accept this matter. However, if he had to fight to the death, Yang Dashuan might not be afraid of the other party.

Since ancient times, those who are arrogant will be afraid of life-and Yang Dashuan is exactly this kind of hob meat that is desperate.

"Okay, don't worry. I'll go and see if the slaves are all ready!" Yang Dashuan looked at the worried expressions of the girls and waved his hand quickly. "You guys hurry up and prepare too! We must end the battle within an hour, otherwise once we are tug-of-war, soldiers will likely be sent to reinforce them in Gothic City. At that time, we will be eaten by these guys one by one!"

Alice nodded and ran up the hill.

Joan of Arc obediently followed Yang Dashuan, with an expression of wanting to stop.

No need to think about it, Yang Dashuan also knows what Joan of Arc wants to say.

Jeon Arc is a very slutty girl and sometimes she can't speak. As soon as she opens her mouth, she starts to argue with Yang Dashuan. Leren can't persuade her, but these days have improved. I guess she knows that the territory has offended the verdict now, and the Knight of the Trial has already made her worry.

"Rogue?" It was not until a while that Joan of Arc said. "Would you like to go back to the Santo with me?"

"What are you doing?" Yang Dashuan rolled his eyelids.

Taking a deep breath, Joan of Arc carefully grabbed the corner of Yang Dashuan's clothes. "We cannot compete with the judgement. The presiding judge is a person who is as famous as my father in the church. We cannot afford to offend. If we continue to compete like this, your sins will become more and more in the judgment. Go back with me, as your Son, as my Saint, as my father, as the Pope, you will have no trouble at all!"

Yang Dashuan stopped and turned around and looked at Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc didn't say anything, and stared at Yang Dashuan with an expectation.

"Joan Arc, I know you are for my own good!" Yang Dashuan hugged Joan Arc and gently stroked her soft blonde hair. "Do you think I will be fine if I am subject to judgment? The presiding judge just wants to use me to attack the position of Old John in the church. Once I am caught and arrive at the Holy Capital, the power within the church tends to be the judge. Not to mention me, even you, you are very likely to commit a crime of shelter! I can no longer look back. Prince Richard was killed by me, and senior presiding judge Greg also killed me... I can only kill all the way to scare everyone! You and I can stay in the wasteland peacefully and even return to the Holy Capital openly in the future!"

"But..." Joan of Arc wanted to persuade her, but Yang Dashuan just said one sentence and made her shut her mouth on her own.

"This is what Old John asked me to do! I did it to protect you!"

Everything Yang Dashuan said was not alarmist.

All of this was secretly authorized by Old John to Yang Dashuan, so no matter who fails, he will understand the consequences.

The Pope and the Presiding Judge are the two with the greatest power in the entire church, but there is also a Presbyterian Church that serves as a neutral balance. Not only are there Presbyterian Churches, but also the Temple of the Bemon Tribe, and the Temple of the Moon Gods of the Elf Empire... All rights need to be checked and balanced.

A neutral presbyterian church cannot affect either the pope or the presiding judge, but can cause a tilt of the balance of power when the two are held together.

Yang Dashuan's actions in the past ten years disrupted the interests of the Presbyterian Church and the three empires, so the Presbyterian Church was so inclined toward the trial. Once Yang Dashuan failed, there was only one consequence - not only would he be sent to the gallows, but even Joan of Arc and John Old would face the possibility of impeachment.

So it is absolutely impossible to fail!

Joan of De looked at Yang Dashuan and couldn't help but nod.

Love is ignorant and great. Dare to endure all this is not weak, but also strong.

"Master!" The return of Da Taibao broke the warmth here, and Yang Dashuan's tender gaze quickly turned into toughness and wildness.

"A quarter of the hour left, we will come here. Brothers have already returned, so I will obey your arrangements!" The centaurs behind Da Taibao returned to the camp in a sparse manner, standing neatly in front of Yang Dashuan, waiting for the next order.

"Very good, hide behind the hillside. Take a break first and be ready for battle at any time!" Yang Dashuan turned over the Komodo giant beast and turned to look at Joan of Arc. "Don't worry, leave everything to me! I'll go to pick up Sheen now. There are traps here, don't let your own people get trapped."

After saying that, Yang Dashuan kicked the giant beast hard and quickly ran away.

The swamp giants were always running in front, throwing the Principal Cavalry behind them far away, only about one kilometer away. They galloped hard in the dark wasteland, and a large area of ​​dust rose behind them. When Yang Dashuan arrived, the swamp giants had just begun to speed up and quickly gathered with Yang Dashuan into a straight line.

"Master, there are only five thousand people behind you. The troops with about five hundred people before have disappeared. I guess they have gone back!" Xien quickly reported the current situation. "So many people, are we going back to the camp?"

"Of course I have to go back, otherwise our trap will be in vain?" Yang Dashuan grinned, "Follow me, pay attention to your feet later, don't step on the ogres in the grass!"

"Good!" The swamp giants roared together.

He kicked the Komodo giant beast hard, and the giant beast suffered a pain and ran wildly. The distance between the two was quickly pulled apart, but it was always constant, and the figures of the swamp giants were always in the sight of the human cavalry.

"Iverson, do you see what those five hundred people are from?" Yang Dashuan looked at the camp getting closer and closer, and always felt a little uneasy.

Iverson nodded. "Dad, those people seem to be from the courtroom. They almost caught up with us many times before, but for some reason they went back. I guess they knew we had already put a condom in front and were waiting for them to get into it!"

Hearing this, Yang Dashuan couldn't help but frown.

Perhaps Govelad is still in Gothic City. The rules in the trial office are very strict. If you don’t get the command of the superior, you will be punished for taking action privately. Thinking of this, Yang Dashuan couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief... However, the problem has not been resolved. Sooner or later, Govelad will bring these judgement knights to the wasteland.

That will be a fierce battle then!

However, the current knight troops of 5,000 people are only a difficult bone to chew for Maple Leaf Town’s current strength. As long as you move your teeth a little, you can swallow these people in one bite!

Everyone is ready.

The swamp giants drove the beasts to quickly bypass the hillside and stood at the top.

The wasteland in the middle of the night was silent, with only the sound of wind and grass.

The slaves lay in the weeds, waiting with their breath and concentration.

The wild wind suddenly blew, and the large grass was suppressed by force. The slaves curled up to prevent a certain part from being exposed. Sad squinted his left eye, leaned on the ground with his ears pressed against the ground.

"Here you come!" Thad lowered his voice and told his companions behind him. Soon, the news spread throughout the grass in an instant.

Suddenly, the ground began to vibrate.
To be continued...