The airship gradually lowered its height, and white steam was filled with over the fortress. The high-temperature gas turned into water droplets in the cold morning air, which made the slave soldiers around the airship shudder.

A narrow metal spiral ladder was put down, and a Templar, dressed in the same style as Abraham, but more refined armor, walked out of the airship, carrying a long stick in his hand.

A U-shaped structure is connected in front of the stick, and lightning is constantly shuttled back and forth.

The new Templar followed four warriors wearing black full-body armor, and their tall and heavy armor reminded the Demon Hunter of the terror champion he had faced.

The Templar seemed to have no intention of communicating with his colleagues, so he waved his hand simply, and the four warriors behind him walked towards the metal box containing the bugs in silence.

The Demon Hunter winked the female warriors and gestured to prepare for the assault at any time.

He could see with his eyes that many slave soldiers could not help but start to tremble, and big drops of cold sweat dripped along the bridge of their noses to the ground.

It is already very good for these slaves to persevere until now in the face of their former masters.

Abraham walked to the new Templar with a serious expression, lowered his head and saluted to the other party: "Sir, for your safety, please complete the loading mission as soon as possible. The troops in my hands can no longer resist the new round of attacks of the Tyron Zerg."

"I have my own sense of responsibility, and you don't need to say too much." The new Templar looked at Abraham in front of him with interest: "You are the lucky ones picked out of the slaves by the master of the wizard?"

Abraham still lowered his head without answering. Xu Yichen found that Abraham's calves were trembling slightly, and the slave soldiers who were approaching behind him even began to tremble with their weapons.

"How is it like waiting to die?" Fortunately, the new Templar focused all his attention on the aliens in front of him, and did not notice the abnormalities of the slaves at all: "Look soon you will become food for the bugs with your former friends."

"Slaves are always slaves!" The Templar said contemptuously. The four black-armored warriors behind him had already installed the fixed rope hanging from the airship with the metal box.

"Sir, it's already fixed and can set sail at any time." A black-armored warrior turned around to report to the Templars.

"Let's go, leave these shits waiting to die here!" The Templar turned and walked towards the cabin. If it weren't for the purpose of seeing this Templar who was born into a slave, he wouldn't have walked out of the airship.

This guy from slave origin is simply a shame to the Templar class. Fortunately, after a period of operation, this guy was placed in a mortal position.

Lord Witt called the airship temporarily, which gave him some thought to see the slave's desperate expression. He could talk to others when he went back.

Unfortunately, this person is too ignorant and does not know how to die at all, and is wasting his time.

"Wait! Sir!" A wounded lone wolf mercenary blocked the Templar's path: "Where are us! We should evacuate with you! Our mission does not include waiting for death here!"

"Sorry, outsiders, my mission does not include taking you with me!" The Templar looked at the mercenaries in front of him with a frosty face, feeling that these outsiders were really uneducated.

So he raised his chins at the black-armored warriors, and the black-armored warrior dragged the man back like a dead dog. From the perspective of strength, these people are all above the mercenary.

The sword and shield warrior and the giant archer looked at each other. What the Seris said was true. This damn mage really wanted to deliberately trick them to death!

"Do your work well, outsiders!" The Templar looked up at the aerobatic in the sky: "Or you will die soon!"

With his sight, everyone saw sharp arrows pointing at them on the porthole of the airship, and behind them were pairs of cold and ruthless eyes.

The mercenaries who came on a floating boat knew that they could easily ride forty armed personnel in such a flying object that they had never seen before.

What's more, the floating craft in front of me is much larger than the one they came!

Everyone looked at the Demon Hunter, the Cyris again, hoping that he would have been prepared for this situation long ago.

The Demon Hunter lived up to expectations and whistled hard, attracting the attention of the Templar and the Black Armored Warrior: "Hi, fool, be careful behind you!"

The Templar turned around in confusion, and was greeted by Abraham's iron fist. His fist with metal gloves easily broke the bridge of the Templar's nose and half of his teeth.

"I have a name!" Abraham's eyes flashed with anger: "My name is Abraham Lincoln!"

The next second, the Ranger's continuous bows were pulled, killing two people before the archers on the aerobatic reacted.

Behind him, Mancini raised the military crossbow in his hand, shot out his crossbow arrow from close range, and penetrated the head of a black-armored warrior through the gap in his helmet.

The female warrior shouted loudly, picked up the shield in her hand and knocked a black-armored warrior to the ground in the rain of arrows. The barbarian berserker next to her, wielding a giant axe and avoiding one of the other's arms.

"My wild cow, you fascinated me!" The mad cow followed the female warrior excitedly, helping the other party block the attack of another black-armored warrior.

Vitoria had a dark face and said nothing. The shackles in her hand were waving higher than usual and faster, making her opponents only have the power to resist.

The slave soldiers seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of them. Perhaps they were used to killing each other with the bugs when they were controlled, but this was the first time they used their will to wave weapons to the enemy.

Moreover, this enemy is the master who was once high.

This made them lose the opportunity and was shot down by the archers on the aerobatic.

"My brothers! I fell down when I proved myself!" Abraham held the Templar's hair in one hand, and crossed the other with a sword across the other's neck with his other hand and shouted: "Are you afraid? Now you can shout out loud! Are you afraid of death? Show me the proverb! Kill all the mess on the ship!"

"Ah!!! Ah! Ah!" The slaves burst out with a terrifying roar, and rushed in along the open hatch door with their own spears and headed against the rain of arrows.

Although their weapons are not suitable for fighting indoors, they still have teeth, nails, fists, and anger free heart.
Chapter completed!