The Taihang Mountains are rolling and undulating, and at first glance, it seems like they are endless.

It is dozens of miles west of it, and it is Mingdiancheng, the base camp of the Caesars.

Bancroft led the army and slowly moved forward along the mountains. On the left side of the army, the Taihang Mountains, which were vaguely seen like the undulating waves, advancing layer by layer, extending endlessly. The green color of the mountains shines with them, forming a natural natural scene.

"General..."

A loud roar interrupted his thoughts. He withdrew his eyes that were watching the surrounding scenery and asked, "What's the matter?"

"There are three cavalrymen in front of us who call themselves Han envoys, and they ask for a general."

Bancroft looked forward in surprise, but the road was quite far away and there were shadows ahead, so he saw nothing.

"Bring them in." Bancroft's narrow eyes flashed with a heart-pounding light, and he ordered softly.

"yes……"

After a while, three people came slowly under the attention of the crowd.

The Caesars were tall and big, and the personal soldiers around Bancroft were even more masters. At this time, without waiting for instructions, they were all cheering up and their eyes widened, and a solemn aura spread across the field. All the people with a little less courage were frightened.

However, the three people in front of him were calm and ignorant, ignoring the fierce murderous aura that soared into the sky. They walked all the way to Bancroft.

The man was hit, young and handsome, handsome, and his straight nose made him look particularly energetic. Bancroft's brows frowned. He only felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, but he was sure that he had never seen him before.

Beside him were two old men in gray. The man on the left had a face of black charcoal and tall figure. The man on the right had special hair and beards, but it was hard to tell his age.

Bancroft's eyes swept across the faces of the three people, and somehow there was a faint sense of danger in his heart. He was not a master of the master level, so he naturally could not understand the early warning power of the spiritual power. However, his life and death over the years have given him an extraordinary sense of crisis.

He had a conclusion in his mind that these three people seemed to be unthreatening at this time, but they should not be underestimated.

Suddenly, a tall figure approached his side. Bancroft turned his head and looked at it, his face suddenly changed slightly.

That person turned out to be Lord Harry, the deputy commander of the Knights of the Temple.

At this moment, Harry looked at the three people with a serious face. However, the sharp-eyed Bancroft realized that his attention was completely focused on one person. The iron-faced old man with a black charcoal face.

Bancroft felt a stern in his heart. He immediately knew that the knowledgeable and experienced old man also realized something was wrong. This person was definitely not a minor matter, otherwise he would not have been able to make this old man who had reached the top rank in twenty years so cautious.

"Who are you?" Bancroft asked in a deep voice after taking a deep breath.

His hand behind him made a strange gesture. The face of a personal soldier around him changed slightly, but he had followed the general for many years and naturally knew what it meant. He retreated quietly.

After a moment, the entire army became nervous and there was no sound of noise. Because the general they worshipped actually issued a first-level warning order at this time.

Another old man with long hair and beard slowly opened his slightly closed eyes at this time, as if he was intentional, and if he accidentally glanced at the group of people with gradually solemn atmosphere. There was a trace of disdainful mockery on the corner of his mouth, and it seemed that he had never taken these elite soldiers into his eyes.

"I'm going to the Lin family emblem." The young man in the middle said loudly, his tone was high and powerful, spreading from afar, attracting attention.

Bancroft frowned unknownly. He seemed vulgar, but in fact he had always been cautious. Before he reached the Han Dynasty, he had already memorized the names of famous people such as Xu and Fang, and even saw their portraits no less than ten times.

Since he can represent the Han people, his identity must be quite low, and judging from his performance, he is definitely not a simple person. However, why is his name so strange and has never heard of it.

"Then these two are..." Old Harry asked suddenly.

"These two are guards who are under the custodial guards, and they laughed." The young man bowed without being humble and arrogant, but he never answered his question.

Bancroft and Harry raised their eyebrows at the same time, not believing in his words. It would be a lie to those who could not even see the depth of the situation to act as guards, wouldn’t they tell lies with their eyes open?

"Okay, what are you here to do?" Bancroft asked straightforwardly with a fierce light in his eyes.

He was not a good person. He was not a good person. He was fighting against two countries and not killing them to make this arrangement without any ground in front of him. In his eyes, there were only two kinds of pagans, one could be tamed, and the other must be eliminated.

At this time, he was ready. Once Lin Jiahui said something that made him dissatisfied, he immediately used the killer to take his life. Under the siege of tens of thousands of troops, he was afraid that only the top masters of the Grandmaster level could save themselves.

Facing this commander of the legion who was famous for his evil reputation, Lin Jiahui showed no fear at all. He said loudly: "I am here to come to your army with the order of the commander Xu Haifeng and Xu, the lord of Wolong City. " He paused for a moment, took out a letter from his arms, and his high voice spread throughout the army: "Give the book of decisive battle."

His answer was beyond Bancroft's expectations, and his words were written in the language of the Caesars, and his profound skills spread far and wide, and everyone in the entire army could hear it.

After receiving the letter from his subordinates, Bancroft opened it and saw eight big words written on it, "Tomorrow at noon, Baili Plain"

He sneered, he led his troops to fight for many years, but he had never seen any battle. These people were very brave. If they met the big fool who regarded himself as a knight, they would receive corresponding courtesy. However, they met themselves.

Bancroft was on standby to take action and killed these people to strengthen his army's might. Suddenly, his heart was chilled, and an extremely dangerous aura locked him firmly. Goose bumps immediately appeared on his back, and a layer of dense beads of sweat quickly oozed out of his forehead.

His eyes looked straight, and he looked at the most inconspicuous long-bearded man among the three Han envoys, and a chill that was so cool that he instantly spread throughout his body.

"General..."

A low cry seemed to come from the boundless sky, and Bancroft suddenly woke up. The stern aura disappeared without a trace in an instant. If he hadn't been still frightened, he would have really thought it was his illusion.

His eyes wandered around the long-bearded man again, but there was no sign of any abnormality. The man stood there without any defense, more like an ordinary person than an ordinary person. He kept him on the street and guaranteed that he would never recognize him again in a blink of an eye.

However, the more this happens, the more shocked he becomes.

Who is this?

He was not unfamiliar with the horror that seemed like falling into an ice cellar. He had experienced this twice in his life. Only two people would make him feel like he could be described as fear. One of these two people was Master Auburn, and the other was the leader of the mysterious Knights of the Temple.

Could it be that the old man in front of him who never spoke from beginning to end was a super person who could be compared with them?

Bancroft's heart sank. If this is true, he doesn't know whether the 50,000 troops of the Fourth Legion could stop him, but it is very certain that he wants to take his life at such a close distance.

At this moment, he deeply regretted why he was so reckless that they could easily get close to him. However, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. The Han people actually sent a master-level figure to pretend to be a follower, which was probably the first time they had created the world.

"The letter of war has been issued. What is the general's intention? Please make a statement."

The young man's voice rang out in time.

"Okay, please reply to General Xu Haifeng. At noon tomorrow, we will fight to the death in the Baili Plain." Bancroft's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly.

Lin Jiahui bowed and said, "I will definitely bring it to you."

After saying that, he turned around and left. The two old men around him looked at the old leader Harry and Bancroft deeply, and then followed.

Seeing their distant figures, Bancroft let out a long sigh, and the heart that had been lifting the throat was finally relieved. He thought in his mind that the distance between them had now widened. Even if the old man was a master, it would be difficult for him to threaten his life among thousands of troops. So whether to order the interception at this time?

Suddenly, a sound of swearing came from beside him. He turned his head and looked stunned. He saw that the old commander Harry looked blank and looked exhausted.

"Captain Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Harry smiled bitterly and said, "The Han people are crazy. They actually sent a master of the master level to serve as the messenger. Fortunately, you did not have any extreme actions, otherwise at such a close distance..." Harry shook his head, looking lingering in fear.

"Master?" Bancroft recalled Harry's performance just now, and a ridiculous thought suddenly flashed in his heart. He asked uncertainly: "Are you talking about the old man with a long beard?"

Harry glanced at him inexplicably and said, "Legislative Commander, what are you talking about? Of course, it is the black-faced old man who doesn't want to be."

The old man's words suddenly stopped. He stared at Bancroft in a daze and asked, "Is that man too..."

The fourth legion commander had the same white face. His smile was extremely bitter, and there was a hint of fear: "I have seen Grandmaster Auburn and the regiment commander, so I should not admit my mistake."

The two commanders looked at each other, and an ominous sign appeared in their hearts.
Chapter completed!