The Taihang Mountains stretch out in a continuous range, as far as the eye can see, seemingly endless.

  Its west side is dozens of miles away from the main camp of the Huns, Mingdacheng.

  Bancroft led the army, along the mountain range, advancing slowly. On the left side of the army, the Taihang Mountains were faintly visible, like waves rising and falling, layer by layer, stretching endlessly, with lush greenery covering the mountains, shining together to form a naturally perfect landscape.

  "General..."

  A loud shout interrupted his train of thought, he withdrew his gaze from the surrounding scenery and asked: "What's going on?"

  "There are three riders ahead who claim to be Han envoys and request an audience with the General."

  Bancroft looked up in surprise and gazed ahead, but the road was quite far away, and there were people everywhere in front of him, so he saw nothing.

  "Bring them in." Bancroft's narrow eyes gleamed with an unnerving light as he gave the low command.

  It is...

  After a moment, as expected, three people walked slowly under the gaze of the crowd.

  Caesar's men were tall and strong, and the guards beside Bancroft were exceptional warriors. At this moment, without waiting for orders, they all raised their spirits, glared with anger, and suddenly a fierce atmosphere spread throughout the scene, causing those who were slightly timid to tremble with fear.

  However, the three people in front of him were calm and composed, treating this surging and fierce killing intent as if it didn't exist. They walked all the way to Bancroft's side.

  Among them, one person was young and handsome, with a straight nose that made him look particularly spirited. Bancroft's eyebrows furrowed, he felt the person in front of him looked somewhat familiar, but he could be sure he had never seen him before.

  By his side were two old men in grey, the one on the left had a face as black as charcoal, tall and large in stature, the one on the right had exceptionally long whiskers, yet it was impossible to discern his age.

  Bancroft's gaze swept across the faces of these three people, and for some reason, he had a faint sense of danger in his heart. He was not a master-level expert, so he couldn't perceive the warning ability of spiritual power. However, years of life-and-death experiences had given him a kind of intuition about crisis.

  He had already made up his mind that these three people seemed harmless at this moment, but they were absolutely not to be underestimated.

  Suddenly, a tall figure approached his side, Bancroft turned his head to look, and his face changed slightly.

  That person was actually Vice-Commander Harry of the Temple Knights.

  At this time, Harry gazed solemnly at the three people, but sharp-eyed Bancroft found that his attention was completely focused on one person. That iron-faced old man with a face as black as coal.

  Bancroft's heart skipped a beat as he instantly knew that this seasoned and experienced old man had also sensed something was off. This person was absolutely not ordinary, otherwise he wouldn't have made this old man who had reached the pinnacle of his field twenty years ago so cautious.

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

  His hand behind his back made a strange gesture, and the face of one of the guards beside him changed slightly, but he had followed the general for many years and naturally knew what it meant. He quietly retreated without making a sound.

  After a moment, the whole army became tense and there was no longer any noise. Because their revered general had just given an order for first-level alertness at this time.

  Another old man with long hair and beard slowly opened his slightly closed eyes, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally sweeping the increasingly heavy atmosphere of the crowd. His mouth had a hint of disdainful mockery, as if he didn't take these elite warriors seriously at all.

  "In the Lin family crest." The young man in the center said loudly, his tone high and powerful, spreading far and wide, attracting attention.

  Bancroft furrowed his brow, seemingly coarse but actually cautious, and before reaching the Great Han, he had already memorized the names of famous figures such as Xu and Fang, and had looked at their portraits no less than ten times.

  Since he can represent the Han people, his status must not be low, and from his performance, it is clear that he is by no means a simple person. However, his name is so unfamiliar, never heard of before.

  "Then who are these two..." Harry asked suddenly from beside him.

  "These two are my guards. Forgive me." The young man said with a slight bow, but he didn't answer his question.

  Bancroft and Harry raised an eyebrow at the same time, not believing a word of what he said. Can someone who can't tell deep from shallow serve as a guard? Isn't that speaking nonsense with one's eyes open?

  "Well, what are you doing here?" Bancroft asked bluntly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

  He is not a benevolent person. When it comes to conflicts between two countries, he has no qualms about beheading the envoys who come to his court. In his eyes, these infidels can only be divided into two categories: those who can be tamed and those who must be eliminated.

  At this time, he was well-prepared. As soon as Lin Jia Hui said something that displeased him, he would immediately use his killing move and take his life. Surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, it's likely that only a top master could escape unscathed.

  Facing the notorious General Caesar, Lin Jia Hui showed no fear at all. He spoke loudly: "I am here on behalf of Lord Xue Hai Feng of Sleeping Dragon Castle to deliver a letter to your esteemed army..." He paused for a moment, pulled out a letter from his pocket and shouted in a high-pitched voice that echoed throughout the entire army: "The Decisive Battle Letter."

  His answer was far beyond Bancroft's expectation, and the words he used were in the language of the Caesars, with a profound power that spread far and wide, so that everyone in the army could hear them.

  Taking over the letter handed over by his subordinate, Bancroft opened it and saw that eight big characters were written on it: "Tomorrow at noon, Ba Li Ping Yuan"

  He sneered, having led troops in battle for many years and seen all sorts of formations. These few people were extremely bold; if they had encountered Artuso, that big fool who considered himself a knight, they would have received the corresponding courtesy. However, they had encountered him instead.

  Bancroft was waiting for someone to make a move, to kill these people and boost the army's morale. Suddenly he felt a chill in his heart, a sense of extreme danger locked him down tightly. His back immediately broke out in goosebumps, and a layer of dense sweat beads quickly seeped out on his forehead.

  His eyes met those of the least noticeable of the three Han envoys, a man with a long beard, and in an instant a chill ran through his entire body.

  "General..."

  A low cry seemed to come from the distant horizon, and Bancroft suddenly woke up. The stern atmosphere disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace. If he hadn't been still trembling with fear, he would have thought it was just his own illusion.

  His gaze swept over the long-whiskered man's body once again, but he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. The man was standing there, completely unguarded, more ordinary than an ordinary person. If you threw him onto a busy street, he'd be unrecognizable in the blink of an eye.

  However, the more he did so, the more shocked his heart became.

  What kind of person is this?

  That kind of horror, as if falling into an ice cellar, was not unfamiliar to him. In his lifetime, he had already experienced this twice. And only two people could make him feel such a fearful feeling, one was Master Auben and the other was the mysterious Temple Knight Commander.

  Could it be that this old man who has remained silent from start to finish is actually a super figure comparable to them?

  Bancroft's heart sank, and if it were true, he didn't know whether the 50,000-strong Fourth Legion could stop him, but at such a close distance, he was confident that he could take his own life.

  At this moment, he deeply regretted why he was so reckless and let them get close to him easily. However, his heart involuntarily smiled bitterly, the Han people actually sent a master-level figure to pretend to be an attendant, it's probably the first time since the creation of heaven and earth.

  "The military order has been issued, General, what is your intention? Please give a word to settle it."

  The voice of young people rang out in time.

  "Very well, then. Please reply to General Hae-Fung that tomorrow at noon we will meet on the plain of Ba-li and decide the matter once and for all." Bancroft's eyes gleamed as he shouted loudly.

  Lin Jiahui nodded and said, "I'll definitely bring it."

  He turned and walked away, the two old men beside him looked deeply at Harry and Bancroft, then followed.

  As he watched them disappear into the distance, Bancroft let out a long sigh and his heart, which had been stuck in his throat, finally came down. He calculated in his mind that now that they were far apart, even if the old man was a master, it would be difficult for him to threaten his life amidst thousands of soldiers, so should he give the order to intercept and kill them now?

  Suddenly, a sighing sound came from beside him. He turned his head to look and was taken aback, only to see Old Captain Harry with a pale face, looking extremely exhausted.

  "What's wrong, Captain Harry?"

  Harry let out a wry laugh and said, "The Han people have gone mad, actually sending an expert at the level of a Grandmaster to serve as an envoy. Fortunately, you didn't take any extreme actions, otherwise, at such close range..." Harry shook his head, looking like he still had lingering fears.

  "Zong Shi?" Bancroft thought back to Harry's behavior just now, and a ridiculous idea suddenly flashed through his mind. He asked uncertainly: "Are you referring to that old man with the long beard?"

  Harry looked at him with a puzzled expression and said, "Commander, what are you talking about? Of course it's that black-faced old man with no beard."

  The old man's words stopped abruptly. He stared blankly at Bancroft and asked, "Was that person also...?"

  The face of the Fourth Legion Commander was equally pale, his smile bitter to the extreme, with a hint of fear hidden within: "I have seen Auben and the Legion Commander, I shouldn't be mistaken."

  The two commanders looked at each other in dismay, and a sense of foreboding simultaneously rose up in their hearts.

  Xu Haifeng's hands actually held two trump cards, and this seemed to be just the tip of the iceberg that had floated to the surface. So, what would be lurking beneath the surface?