Before Luo Sheng could say anything, Brooks left.

The consul frowned, knowing that it was impossible for this hot-headed young man to understand his words.

After Luo Sheng joined, some Protoss Guards seemed to be greatly relieved. They no longer cared about his identity as a foreigner, they only knew that he could lead the Protoss Guards better.

"We are going to sweep through their frontline troops like we did before." He said to everyone: "Connect with my magic power, and we will start right away..."

Just when Luo Sheng was about to cast the spell, he glanced at Brooks for the last time. The latter still had an annoyed expression, but he seemed to be acting according to the order. Luo Sheng felt that he would eventually understand what he had done and feel sorry for him.

Grateful.

At least, he hoped so.

Brooks has obviously been fired, and he will never be grateful at this time. He has been told since birth that he will achieve great things and create a legend.

Facing this battlefield, he once thought that his opportunity had come. His compatriots were in panic, and they were only a few steps away from annihilation. It was obvious that now was the moment for him to go down in history.

If it weren't for the two people he trusted most, maybe he would have succeeded. Lester has been protecting him, raising him from an unknown person to a noble-level consul in the blink of an eye, and letting him command the surviving stars.

Spiritual Guard. And he was convinced that he was qualified for the position of Chief Consul.

But now, Lester has removed him and let someone who is not even a protoss take over. Even if Brox respects Luo Sheng very much, this is too much. Luo Sheng himself should also understand very well: If this

If the foreigners had any faith in him, they would not accept this appointment.

His moment of greatness was snatched away from him...and now his mission is simply to contact his beloved Zeratul.

The evil thought he had recently had firmly occupied his mind again. Although he went to sense Zeratul as Luo Sheng asked, he still had a chance to see Zeratul, who had not yet returned, die.

At the hands of the Burning Legion. Brox hopes that Zeratul will fight bravely, that's for sure.

When he thought of Ze Ling, most of the evil thoughts in his mind disappeared. If these imaginations came true, they would definitely hurt her, and Brooks regretted it. How could he have thought of letting her go through that.

Brox forced himself to focus on finding Zeratul. He began to gather his energy and concentration. His first priority was to complete the task, and then think about the future. He once pinned his future on Lester and Zelling, but he was wrong.

.

Now Brooks must decide where to go...

With one powerful blow, Kes cut off the head of the hell beast that was trying to break through the defense line. Next to him, Jarod and his remaining old men were trying their best to block the enemy's surging offensive. Most of their mounts were already dead.

They were killed by the enemy, and now they are fighting side by side with the regular protoss defenders.

A knight carrying a broken flag fluttering in the wind flashed past the berserker. Kes murmured something in surprise. This flag should usually stay next to Lester. Could it be that the protoss defenders were attacked by the enemy?

Is there no organization at all as soon as you rush and press?

He looked to the left, and this idea was confirmed. The Blackbird flag of Black Owl Mountain was flying nearby, and Brooks felt that he would never have walked so far, even though it was still absolutely unbreakable.

Lester himself came into his sight. Regardless of his own safety, he slashed at a demon guard, and then kicked the injured guy on the head. The Black Crow Mountain Lord with his personal bodyguard also gave the veteran a

It left a deep impression. X originally had no respect for the Protoss Guards, but Lester was a natural warrior, even worthy of the title of Berserker.

The protoss gained confidence from the noble's resolute expression and kept flocking to him. Lester did something that even the Archon could not do - his followers could gain as long as they stood by his side.

Power.X saw the firm and proud faces. They knew that they were bound to die, but they tried their best to prevent the demons from winning.

There were too many protoss gathered around Lester, and the commander-in-chief of the protoss army was almost cut by his own men several times. There were times when the blade was only an inch away from his body, but he only paid attention to avoiding it.

The guy who shoots the enemy doesn't care much about his own weapons.

A cavalry began to approach Lester from behind, but Kes felt that he did not need to get so close. The protoss had a gloomy face and looked different from other protoss, and he was staring closely at Lester.

St. instead of the devil.

The Berserker walked directly towards Lester.

"X!" Jarod shouted, "Where are you going?"

"Hurry up!" the veteran said in a low voice, "He must be reminded!"

He looked where Kes pointed. Although he still didn't know what the Berserker was doing, he followed him.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Kes shouted to the protoss in front of him. He jumped up and saw that the cavalry had already taken a position, and saw him holding the reins with the hand holding the sword. The other hand

He reached into his belt... There was a dagger hanging on his belt, which was obviously not used to kill demons. He pulled out the dagger and tilted his body towards Lester.

"Be careful!" Kes shouted. But Lester couldn't hear it. The battlefield was too noisy, and such a warning was useless.

The assassin's mount moved, and he had no choice but to readjust his posture. Kes pushed aside a few soldiers blocking the way, raised his ax high and waved it, hoping that Lester would notice it.

But he didn't see it...the traitor did.

He narrowed his eyes, and his face became more and more desperate. He thrust out the dagger.

Lester began to turn towards the Berserker. He frowned, seeming to be very dissatisfied with this untimely interruption.

The assassin stuck the dagger in the back of his neck.

Lester stirred in the saddle, dropped his sword and went to touch the dagger, but the soldier had already pulled it out. Blood spurted from the wound and splashed on his noble and gorgeous robes.

Before most of the surrounding protoss could realize what was going on, the assassin took the opportunity to throw away his dagger, mounted his mount and tried to escape, but at this moment, a sea-like crowd blocked his way.

Kes roared and opened a path with the back of his axe. The protoss stared at the crazy warrior in stunned silence. The berserker felt that it didn't matter whether they knew what was going on. The most important thing now was

It's to catch the traitor.

Lester trembled and fell forward. Only then did his followers notice that several protoss rushed up and caught him before he fell from his mount.

Kes finally squeezed to Lester's side: "There! There!"

Several protoss looked at him in confusion, and finally two of them followed him.

The assassin had no way to let his mount pass through the crowd. He looked back and saw that the pursuers were approaching. A look of despair flashed across his dark face.

He shouted at the mount. To Kex's surprise, the mount slapped a soldier who was blocking the way. After the unlucky guy fell to the ground, the mount bit another protoss. The soldier.

They thought the mount must be crazy and hurriedly made way for it.

Kes calculated the distance accurately and jumped over. He suddenly landed on the ground and landed right on the back of his mount. The berserker stretched out his arm and slashed at the beast's waist like crazy.

This blow missed the vital point and only scratched the fur, but it was enough to attract the mount's attention. The mount disobeyed its master's orders and turned around to attack the berserker.

Kes managed to dodge the mount's claws, and the animal slapped him again, then stabbed with its front paws.

The berserker raised his ax and chopped off the mount under the chin. The sharp ax blade cut through its black fur, and blood spattered on the berserker. Due to inertia, the mount's body leaned against his axe, and he used

Use all your strength to prevent the mount from falling on you.

The berserker's left arm suddenly felt pain. He glanced there and saw a blood-red gash.

The assassin wanted to add another sword, but the moment the sword was swung out, another sword blocked him.
Chapter completed!