Chapter 39 Silver Crusader (3)

The prisoners who picked out the thorns quickly calmed down.

Rows of neatly arranged prisoners endured the pain, allowing Thad to make a mark representing slaves on his face, and the entire territory was filled with a smell of meat.

Although these robbers were incorporated, the two hundred mouths that were added suddenly made Yang Dashuan anxious. Now there is still one month before spring, and after a few heavy snowfalls, the entire wasteland seems to have become a dead state. Even the kiln eagle and the big-eared rabbit are gone, completely cutting off the idea of ​​finding food.

Among them, Yang Dashuan also took a group of slaves to the Suprati River.

A thick layer of ice had already formed on the surface of the Suplati River, and even a large ogre like THAAD walked up without any sound. Yang Dashuan gave Moradin anger at the ice layer. There was only a small hole on the ice surface. He squinted his eyes and couldn't see the bottom.

The slaves carried pickaxes and hoes and pried them on the ice, but they didn't pry the ice open for most of the day.

The ice layer was too thick. As early as the day after the fishing flood, the river surface had frozen. Now it has been frozen for a month, and the thickness must be extremely amazing. The slaves put all their strength until all the pickaxes and hoes were broken, and they did not break a hole on the ice. This result really annoyed Yang Dashuan.

The dwarf elder gave a lot of opinions, but it was not accurate. What's even more ridiculous is that Joan of Arc released the Holy Light Technique on the ice surface, which exhausted the girl's magic power and did not have any effect at all, but instead made her very tired. It really made Old Yang feel distressed. There was no result for two or three consecutive days, so Yang Dashuan had to take the slaves back to the village in shame.

Although there are many luxury goods in the space ring, if sold to the VIP store, it will be a low price. Although it can solve the temporary urgent problem, the consequences will not be worth it. At least Yang Dashuan will not choose to do such stupid things at all.

As the alternate saint, Joan of Arc suffered such sins?

The cold wind blowing from the west bank of the Suprati River made her face red, and even her bright lips were frozen. Yang Dashuan took off her coat and wrapped her tightly in her arms. Finally, she had to carry her on her back and lead the slaves back. Alice was so angry that she could hang an oil bottle on her mouth. Until Yang Dashuan had to hold her in her arms, she finally calmed down.

But before she could calm down for a moment, Alice's eyes straightened again.

She saw Lelen carefully wiping a pearl, which was given to Lelen by Yang Dashuan. Alice asked for it several times but didn't want to come.

"Rog, I want it too!" Alice kept twisting in Yang Dashuan's arms, acting coquettish.

This girl!

Yang Dashuan was almost crying.

Leren is not sensible, but the little fox Alice likes to mess with people the most. You even took out the pearl to offer treasures. It's not that it's okay to make trouble. "I'll talk about it in just two days. Then I'll find you a pearl that is bigger and more beautiful than her."

"No, I want it now. I've heard this and my ears are calloused. Didn't you say that even if I want the stars in the sky, you will pick them to me?" Alice and Lerenmao were on the ground and refused to let go.

Joan of Arc lay quietly on Yang Dashuan's back, and her eyes were also attracted by the pearl of Lelen. Although she had seen many pearls in the church that were rounder, bigger and more beautiful than this one, for some reason, she also had some expectations in her heart.

"Okay, okay, my aunt!"

There was also a thousand gold coins squeezed from the prisoners in the space ring. This was planned to wait until the winter was too late to use to buy food from the store. Yang Dashuan had never understood why there were flashy things like pearls, clothing and other things in the VIP store. He did not understand the reason until now.

Gripping his teeth, Yang Dashuan spent the last gold coins.

I bought two round pearls.

"How is it? Are you satisfied!" Yang Dashuon shook his head with a wry smile.

Alice kept nodding, hugging Pearl happily, and kissing her fiercely. Finally, she didn't forget to give Yang Dashuan a fragrant kiss.

Joan of Arc was holding the pearl, and the remaining temperature on the pearl was slowly dissipating. But she felt an uncontrollable warmth spreading rapidly throughout her body. For some reason, she suddenly fell in love with this feeling. Involuntarily, Joan of Arc's hand gradually tightened Yang Dashuan's neck and never wanted to let go again.

"Hey, my aunt, you almost strangled me to death!" Yang Dashuan pulled his throat and kept gasping.

Seeing the three girls laughing and laughing happily, Yang Dashuan couldn't help feeling warm.

Although the road ahead is long, if it can always be like this, then Yang Dashuan would rather keep going like this. However, it seems that it is just such a simple wish, and the gods in this world are unwilling to let him perform it.

Far away, more than a dozen red-bottomed silver crusaders were raised in Maple Leaf Village.

Yang Dashuan was stunned.

Joan of Arc, who was laughing with Lelen, was also stunned, with obvious panic and fear in her eyes.

A team of fully armed knights raised the swords in their hands from a distance and made a neat and orderly gift. This team of rigorous Silver Cross Church knights was obviously different from the previous group. The hollow patterns on the bright armor were replaced by mysterious and mysterious magic patterns. The faint fluorescence made the group of local buns behind Yang Dashuan stunned.

This is magic armor!

Priceless magical armor.

After integrating various metal elements, the magic armor drawn with magic patterns with mitral can offset the magic released by the advanced magician on its own. The silver crusade number of a gang of 3,000 people was worn by everyone. Moreover, the sharp swords in their hands shone abnormally in the sunlight, and the even cloud patterns covered with the blade neatly and orderly. Just dance can bring out a sharp whistle.

The cross medals inlaid on the hilt of the sword proved their Silver Crusades.

Rows of war horses lived outside the village, and did not run around because the reins were not tied to the fence. The army was neat and there was no hair on its body, all of which were white.

What's even more terrifying is not just these.

The corners of the Silver Crusader flag are embroidered with about a dozen hornless sub-dragon beasts. There is such a rule on the entire Hekai Continent that any army that has hunted monsters can embroider this monster on their own flags. More than a dozen sub-dragon monsters have such brilliant achievements and terrifying strength. No wonder they have no dust on their armor, and no wonder they have no fatigue on their faces!

Even the most greedy centaur robber tribe on the wasteland, after seeing such a flag, had to consider the consequences of angering them - not thinking about how much they could extract from them, but thinking about how many people could escape from them.

"Why... why are they here?" Yang Dashuan was stunned for a while, and then he realized that he saw a young man coming towards the village.

"I don't know!" Joan of Arc bit his lip and kept shaking his head. She saw Yang Dashuan quietly put his hand in his arms, and couldn't help but grab Yang Dashuan. "No... The Silver Crusaders have always only one number. They are a team of elite warriors of the Holy See. Not to mention that the appearance of two frost dragons is useless, even if there are three, they may only have a draw!"

Although Yang Dashuan didn't believe Joan of Arc's description, he could only nod for the sake of the entire territory.

Alice and Leren couldn't help swallowing, and Joan of Arc's words made them feel fear from the bottom of their hearts. When did humans have such a powerful army? If every army is like them, then where will Bemon and the Elves have a place to live on this continent?

In fact, Joan of Arc's words did not exaggerate much. Perhaps these people were fine with one or two sub-dragon beasts, but it was completely enough to deal with the puppets of the three frost dragons. The frost dragon in the Green Jade Soul Bead was not as powerful as it looked. Except for its absolute overwhelming power, it would not release any magic at all. If it were a real frost dragon, it would be enough to deal with the Silver Crusades.

The light magic of the church has an unforgettable and extremely powerful lethality for undead creatures. This is even the demon creatures that come from the abyss. Therefore, when Xiu Yi saw the Silver Crusade flag, he was scared to the virtue.

To be honest, the two frost dragon puppets in Yang Dashuan's hand are not enough for these people to see.

"Promise me, never conflict with them." Joan of Arc lay on Yang Dashuan's back, reminding her again and again. Her expression was unexpectedly serious and indifferent. This feeling made Yang Dashuan remember the way he looked when he saw Joan of Arc. For some reason, Yang Dashuan felt empty and uncomfortable when he saw Joan of Arc at this time.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Yang Dashuan gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely.

Joan of Arc then slowly jumped off Yang Dashuan's back. Yang Dashuan supported Joan of Arc, led Alice, Lelen and the slaves behind him back to the territory. Just in time, he met the gaze of the young man walking towards him.

"I guess you are the lord of this territory - Prince Rog Peter!" The young man held his helmet in his left hand and held the hilt of his waist with his right hand, and asked proudly with a respectful expression. His dazzling blonde hair refracted his eyes like a mirror, and his smile became dazzling.

"I am the commander of the Silver Croatian Army, Charlieson. It is honored to see you! My alternate saint - Joan of Arc Lanxia." The young man's eyes swept across Joan of Arc's face, and then he showed his humility and bent slightly.

"Captain Charlie, my warrior, why have you also come to this desolate and lonely wasteland?" When Joan of Arc spoke, he always held Yang Dashuan's hand. This scene made Charlie frown.

"Report to Lan, I will be ordered by the Pope. I and all the warriors of the Silver Crusades will welcome your return. By the way, sweep away the damn necromancer!"
Chapter completed!