I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

Lin Ruo and Lin Fan couldn't help but narrow their eyes slightly, staring at the two people who hurried past them with a hint of curiosity.

For some reason, when the two figures came into view, an indescribable sense of familiarity instantly came over me.

It seemed like I had seen it somewhere before, but I couldn't remember the specific scene.

However, before they could think carefully, the two men left as quickly as the wind and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving Lin Ruo and Lin Fan looking at each other in confusion.

However, this doubt did not last long, because at this moment, Xiao Yaoer's clear and pleasant shouting came from not far away.

"Sister Lin Ruo! Brother Lin Fan! Come quickly!" Hearing Xiao Yaoer's call, Lin Ruo and Lin Fan immediately came to their senses, temporarily put aside the strange feeling just now, and quickly walked towards the direction where the voice came from.

On the other side, outside Jianmen Pass not far from here, on a vast plain, a large Western army was setting up camp.

In one of the spacious tents, Alexander the Great sat together with five of his capable generals.

Among them, there were several women with beautiful faces and sad expressions.

These women all came from barbarian tribes. Unfortunately, they were captured by these six men and became objects of their wanton play.

The six men had lewd smiles on their faces, and their rough hands were roaming and caressing the delicate bodies of the women, causing them to scream and sob in fear.

However, this tragic scene did not arouse any sympathy from these barbaric people. Instead, it made them even more excited and indulged in this perverted pleasure.

"You stinking wolf cub! Look at your hands full of hair, as if you just crawled out of the wild. You don't even know how to clean yourself up. And you still dare to mess with those beautiful girls? Aren't you afraid of making them feel uncomfortable?"

Nicholas stared at Lycaon of the werewolf clan opposite with disdain and sneered without any hesitation.

When Lycaon heard this, he flew into a rage. He glared at Nicholas with his eyes wide open, and retorted with gnashing teeth:

"Humph! What do you know? You're just a little bat who hides in dark corners all day. Even when you play with a woman, you're so shy and slow. You're just a sissy! I wonder if you still have any manliness left!"

Werewolves and vampires have always been incompatible and dislike each other.

Therefore, verbal battles like this have become commonplace for them.

Just as the two of them were arguing with each other and their faces were red, a low and majestic voice suddenly sounded.

"That's enough, you two! Every time you meet, you bicker endlessly. You're louder than the haggling women at the market! Whenever you two get together, you're bound to have a verbal exchange like this. Can you please quiet down a little?"

The one who spoke was Alexander, who was sitting on a high seat.

He slowly pushed away the charming woman in his arms and spoke impatiently to the two people who were arguing below.

After hearing Alexander's words, although Nicholas and Lycaon were unwilling, they still shut their mouths and dared not say another word.

After all, they dared not act too presumptuously in front of this powerful leader.

For a moment, the whole room fell into a brief silence.

"My king! Why did you insist on stopping us from taking action just now? If you had allowed us to take action, how could we have suffered such humiliation?"

The dragon knight Delph, who was sitting not far away, asked with a suspicious look on his face.

He was wearing heavy armor and looked very majestic, but at this moment he was frowning because of the confusion in his heart.

Before King Alexander could respond, the wizard Merlin spoke first:

"Don't worry, General Delph. They're just a bunch of insignificant grasshoppers. Why not just let them hop around for a while?"

Wizard Merlin stroked the staff in his hand, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

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Hearing what Master Merlin said, the burly, bear-like Bernlia also echoed: "Hey, old man Merlin is right! Look at those skinny arms and legs. I only need to touch them lightly, and I can tear them to pieces like paper!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his thick fingers and licked them, as if he had tasted the enemy's blood.

At this time, King Alexander finally spoke slowly:

"Everyone, please be patient. Some of our men are currently fighting recklessly on this vast grassland and have not yet returned.

No matter what, we must wait until they return victorious before making any final decision. By then, we can capture that magnificent pass in one fell swoop, allowing the soldiers to relax and enjoy themselves to their heart's content."

However, only King Alexander himself knew that his perfunctory treatment of Delph actually had a deeper meaning...

Alexander is still haunted by the near-death experience he had not long ago, as if an extremely sharp sword is hanging above his head, which could suddenly chop down at any time and take his life in an instant.

This feeling followed him like a shadow, making him feel uneasy and not knowing when his death would come.

At this moment, Nicholas nodded slightly and said slowly, "That's very good. We still have many young men of the blood clan scattered throughout this vast grassland."

After saying this, the Blood Clan ancestor didn't even glance at the people present. He hugged the graceful barbarian woman beside him tightly and walked out with big strides. Before leaving, he threw a sentence without looking back:

"I am extremely hungry and need to go find some food. You can chat here leisurely."

Seeing Nicholas walking farther and farther away until he disappeared, the others followed suit, each hugging the beautiful woman in their arms and leaving quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Alexander was the only one left, all alone in the spacious tent.

Looking at the barbarian woman who was just nestled in Alexander's arms, she had already collapsed on the ground, her body shriveled like a dead tree, and she had turned into a lifeless mummy.

At the same time, rich life breath visible to the naked eye continued to surge into Alexander's body like a tide.

As these life breaths rushed into his body frantically, a jaw-dropping scene took place. Alexander's face, which was originally full of wrinkles and looked old, became smooth and firm at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually regained its vitality and vigor.

Taking the lives of others to prolong one's own life is truly outrageous!

However, what is unexpected is that Alexander the Great was able to survive for so long by relying on such cruel means.

"What on earth are you afraid of..."

At this moment, an old and extremely cold voice sounded slowly like a ghost, breaking the deathly silence.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man in a robe as white as snow, holding a scepter shining with mysterious light in his hand, and wearing a large and eye-catching cross on his chest, slowly walking into the tent.

His weathered face was full of traces of time, and his eyes as deep as the sea revealed endless majesty and coldness.

This person is none other than the powerful Pope of the Western Church!

"You do not understand……"

Alexander lowered his head slightly, his tone as calm as a pool of stagnant water, as if he had already known about the Pope's sudden appearance.

There was no emotion on his stern face, as if everything happening before him had nothing to do with him.

The Pope snorted coldly, stared at Alexander with sharp eyes, walked to an empty table, and slowly sat down.

His gorgeous robe swayed gently with the movement of his body, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

"The East? Those guys' abilities are indeed a bit weird, but so what? After all, they are still no match for us. I really don't understand why you are so afraid of them?" The Pope's voice was low and majestic, with a strong sense of disdain in it.

Alexander slowly turned his head to look at the Pope, then slowly closed his eyes. The long sword that was about to be cut appeared in his mind again.