Chapter Ninety-two Ambush

  On the road from Sangdrol Gathering District to McPhee's Fort on the fifth night.

  Perhaps because most people had left the Sandwhirl district for McPhee's fort a long time ago, Orlan didn't see a single living soul on the entire road, only the howling of the wind and the rustling of leaves.

  After a long journey, Oran and his guards were exhausted. Although their bodies still supported their actions, it was clear that they were now powerless to fight.

  "Everyone! Take a short rest!" Olan looked at the others and decided to let the guards take a break, after all, from the route, they were less than 20 kilometers away from McPhee's Castle.

  Aolan took out a package from the car and shouted loudly: "Buddies! Come on over! Today I'll treat you to a good meal!"

  Oran's voice was extremely enticing, and the familiar guards knew that if Oran was willing to share food with them, it meant that Oran must have encountered something incredibly good. The guards all leaned in, quietly waiting for Oran to share his food.

  "This is yours! That's his!" Orlan pulled out one after another roasted boar legs from the package, and those soldiers sent by Eggers also laughed and picked up the boar legs to start gnawing.

  And the guards of the Seven Star Auction House were approaching Olan, they were all curious about what kind of fortune this usually stingy Iron Rooster had made, and today he actually spent a lot of money to buy such a luxurious boar leg.

  Aolan whispered to his subordinates, "As long as this shipment can be transported to McPhee's Castle, our Sandoral gathering area will make a name for itself! This won't just be limited to the Abandoned Forest region!"

  The guards' eyes flashed with a hint of frenzy, they knew that if the Sandoral gathering area became famous, it would mean that the Seven Star Auction House would become rich and prosperous, and if the Seven Star Auction House became rich and prosperous, then the rewards they could get would be even greater.

  Aolan made a rule at the Seven Star Auction House, where every month, one percent of the auction house's profits would be taken out and distributed to each employee.

  Thinking of their own happy life in the future, these guards were filled with strength all over their bodies. Now they can't wait to grow a pair of wings and send this thing to McPhee's Castle.

  "Found them!" A sudden voice came from the direction of the Sandroal gathering area.

  The soldiers of the McDonald's fort were always professional, they threw down the unfinished wild boar legs in their hands, gathered together with shields to form a human wall, and stared intently in the direction of the sound.

  "Hee-haw! Hee-haw!" The horse's cry suddenly stopped, and then a figure riding a horse appeared in the darkness.

  "Who is a friend? If it's about wanting some living expenses, I think I can give you that." Olan said loudly with big eyes: "I hope friends won't hinder us!"

  "Ha ha ha! Looks like there's no mistake! Kill them!" The knight's voice was very strange, but his command was extremely clear, a simple word that hinted at what might happen next.

  White armor, white horse, long sword! Knights of Radiant Light!

  Orland was taken aback, he didn't know why the Knights of Light would attack him, but that wasn't important now. What mattered was how to transport the goods in the convoy to McPhee's Castle.

  "Holy Light Judgment!" The knight roared loudly, and then an exceptionally dazzling light appeared in the darkness.

  The guards were covered in a radiant glow and let out wave after wave of mournful cries before turning into ash.

  Aolan's cold sweat came out, and he also knew who the person in front of him was.

  "Paladin of Holy Light! Have you gone mad? We are the faithful of Holy Light!" Oran shouted, hoping he would show mercy.

  The man called the Holy Light Knight by Olan had gone mad, ignoring Olan's loud shout as he charged forward with his sword towards the McPhee soldiers holding up their shields.

  "Thieves, take the things and flee to Macpherson's castle! The rest of you, block their way!" Despite his greed and ulterior motives in life, Orlan still showed the wisdom of a superior at this time.

  It's impossible for the Holy Light Knight to be alone! (The Holy Light Knight refers to the leader of the Holy Light Knights, each generation of leaders will abandon their original name and inherit the title of Holy Light Knight. The Holy Light Knights are all level 8 in strength, while most of the Paladins are at level 4.)

  It turned out that Olan's guess was correct, and the neighing of horses sounded again around them.

  Aolan is now sweating profusely, he knows that if he escapes, it will definitely be a dead end, but if he defends himself here, there may still be a glimmer of hope.

  "What are you still dazing about! Run! Go to McPhee's Fort for help!" Oran patted his own guard and roared: "Remember to bring things!"

  "Don't let that guy get away!" the Holy Light Knight roared hoarsely. At the same time, three Knights of Light burst out of the darkness and charged straight at the car.

  Aoran ripped off the necklace from his neck and bellowed: "No way! Orcish Barrier, begone!"

  A transparent light screen blocked the road of the Knights of Light's charge, and the three Knights of Light directly crashed into the transparent barrier and fell off their horses.

  "Hahahaha! Is that a magical storage device? Or is it a level 7 mage's full-power magic barrier? But this is still too weak! Triple slash!" The Holy Light Knight grasped his longsword and rode his horse towards the magic barrier.

  "Hurry up!" Olan bellowed.

  The thief picked up a rectangular box from the car and ran towards the Sanzhao gathering area.

  "The rest of you prepare, today it seems I'm going to make a big sacrifice!" Orlan took off all the jewelry on his body.

  "Holy Light Knights, prepare! One-word charge! I'll take the lead!"

  The Paladins of Light stood in a row behind the Holy Knight and raised their long swords at Olan.

  "Holy Light Knight roars: 'Light! Protect your followers!'"

  The entire charging squad was enveloped in a brilliant light, and Oran suddenly felt a great deal of pressure. However, his life-saving means were still very powerful.

  Aolan threw down three rings from his left hand and shouted loudly: "Gemstone magic! Gemstone guard! Shield!"

  A green gem appeared between Auland and the Holy Light Knights.

  "Charge!" The knights began their charge, and although there were only about thirty of them, their momentum was comparable to that of a thousand horses and ten thousand soldiers.

  "Everyone else, get in front of me! I'm going to power up!" The fat on Oran's body began to burn rapidly, the veins on his hands bulged out, and his eyes turned white.

  "Jewel magic! Jewel light! Power!" Olan once again threw out the three jade rings on his right hand, and the three jade rings instantly burst, then exploded into a colorful glow, while the guards around Olan felt themselves filled with power.

  "Bang!" The arrow-shaped beam of light and the emerald barrier opened up an intense conflict, but the emerald was clearly no match, as a fine crack appeared in the center of the barrier.

  Aoran slapped his own face fiercely, then pulled out a gemstone tooth and roared: "Gemstone magic! Gemstone glory! Guard!"

  The guards were once again surrounded by a white light.

  "Bang!" The gemstone barrier shattered, and an arrow-like holy light poured towards Olan and the others.

  Aolan stood behind the shield array with both hands raised, and a blue glow appeared in his hands.

  At this point, the guards of the Seven Star Auction House suddenly realized that Olan had deceived everyone. He was not a helpless merchant, but a seventh-level water system mage!

  "Blizzard!" Olan's hands burst forth with blue light, and then opened a very twisted door above the shield array, that door blowing extremely cold winds.

  This slowdown temporarily alleviated the charge of the Silver Hand, and greatly reduced the intensity of the charge. This time, after several weakenings, the shield wall on Orgrim's side miraculously withstood the charge of the Silver Hand.

  "Clang!" Shields and long swords clashed violently, sparks flying everywhere. The people in the second row were all pushed forward.

  Gradually, the intensity weakened. The Knights of the Holy Light retreated on horseback, marking the end of this charge.

  Those soldiers are now extremely happy because they blocked the charge of the so-called invincible Bright Knights, although there were sixty people in the shield wall and only thirty Bright Knights. The Bright Knights' charge was notoriously powerful, and it was led by the captain of the Bright Knights himself. These ordinary soldiers actually withstood such a charge, and in some sense, they can already be considered elite!