It was bright, and when the first ray of morning light hit the room, Beichen's voice appeared outside the door, "Balon, I want to see the battalion commander."

"Balon, let him come in." Sikong Haoxuan's voice came out.

Looking at Beichen holding the human bone Buddhist beads, Sikong Haoxuan smiled slightly and said to himself: "The person who is waiting is still here."

Sikong Haoxuan turned his eyes out the window again, "Tell me, what's wrong."

"Battery Commander, the murder of death recently was too great. More than a thousand people in the manor had nothing to do with their lives, so why should they be killed?" Beichen said with obvious questions.

Sikong Haoxuan turned around suddenly, and opened his right hand. Beichen, who had been immersed in the realm of not killing, suddenly felt his artistic conception broken and was captured by Sikong Haoxuan in his palm, "Haha, hehe." "Beichen, listen. I only explained once."

Beichen, who was pulled in front of Sikong Haoxuan, looked at Sikong Haoxuan's deep and strange eyes, and inexplicably fear appeared in his heart. It was not a fear of death, but an inexplicable feeling from the soul.

"If you can resurrect the dead 1,045 soldiers, then I will stop the blood sacrifice for them immediately!" After Sikong Haoxuan said that, he threw Beichen at the door, "Go."

Beichen, whose mind was shocked, walked out numbly along Sikong Haoxuan's voice, "Wait..."

"Beichen, remember. The root of not killing is killing, not compassion. If you dare to be fascinated by Buddhist scriptures and come to me to kill, I will destroy your mindset of not killing, and the dead camp does not need Buddha."

In the northern border of Sachs, for several months, a strong atmosphere of terror was shrouded in a strong terror. During the months, every time a heavy storm occurred, a military camp was washed away by blood and humans and animals were cut off. The terrifying atmosphere spread from the military camp to the city. The Sachs had to warn the major lords of the northern border, and a group of dangerous prisoners were circulating in the northern border.

It was another night of wind and snow, and large scattered snow made the world vast. Ordinary people had already fallen asleep. The snow all over the sky symbolized a harvest for them and the happiness of the coming year. No matter what world they were in, the happiness in people's hearts always came from their inner desires. Soldiers symbolized killing. The snow all over the sky brought them to them always vigilance.

In the Sacre Empire, in addition to the garrison of the lords of various cities, there were also guard camps directly under the imperial capital, and their mission was to assist in defense and surveillance of the territory in their jurisdiction.

Five miles away from Beifeng City is the Beifeng Guard Camp of the Sac Empire, with 5,000 Sark soldiers stationed. On this snowy night, the battalion commander Kria personally took his confidants to patrol the camp.

On the lookout in the camp, "Battery Commander, they attacked the First Guard Battalion two miles away five days ago. I think even if they are dispatched tonight, the target will not be us."

Kria looked at the snow all over the sky and said to his confidant Riel, "It's better to be careful. Tomorrow is the day for us to change defenses. Don't you want to return to the imperial capital safely?"

Riel sighed slightly, "I hope that the damn drum sound five days ago will not appear tonight. Battalion Commander, are you saying that the mage invited from Beifeng City reliable? These damn lords borrowed a mage and actually asked us for 10,000 crystal coins."

Kria patted Riel on the shoulder, "As long as you return to the imperial capital safely, ten thousand crystal coins will be worth."

"I haven't had this feeling of being a soldier for many years. What kind of team is that it can actually make the entire northern border shiver? What a military power." Kria squinted his eyes and looked at the blurry sky, as if seeking an answer.

I don't know if it was because of the cold in the air or the fear in my heart, Riel shivered with Kriya's words, "The most puzzling thing is that they came without a shadow and went without a trace. The battalion commander..."

Riel suddenly stared at the blurry distance, clusters of green flames appeared and faintly in the wind and snow.

"Enemy attack!...Everyone takes your place!" Kria is worthy of being a veteran on the battlefield and reacts very quickly.

The drum sound of "dong, dong..." sounded in the night sky, and the drum beats were like hitting people's hearts, making people feel chest tightness and disgusting.

Kria's eyes froze, "Human skin drum! It's them..."

"Battery Commander, that damn mage escaped." With Riel's fingers, Kria indeed found a figure in the air and flew towards Beifeng City.

A shrill whistling sound passed through the camp, and the mage in the air splashed blood flowers all over the sky, falling heavily from the air.

"Slaying the Spirit Arrow." Kria moaned desperately. Five days ago, he also heard this shrill whistling sound, and the First Guard Battalion was slaughtered.

Now the entire southern Xinjiang knows that the spirit-slaughtering arrow represents the most thorough killing. The spirit-slaughtering arrow sounds, and these prisoners will not leave any living creatures, wrapping up war horses, and will all be beheaded.

At the moment when Kriya's thoughts flashed, teams of war horses burning with green flames, and a prisoner with naked upper body appeared in sight.

Kria was about to issue an order, and the first war horse had broken the thick wooden railing of the situation, and the cavalry had rushed into the camp from all directions. Kria closed his eyes in despair. The observation deck where he was was swallowed by a fireball, and the subsequent consciousness he left behind, "Magic?!"

Riel, who was organizing resistance in the camp, looked at the observation deck swallowed by the fireball, his eyes were red. "Battery Commander..." He rushed towards a horse with green flames like crazy. The sword in his hand slashed at the prisoner on the horse very quickly. The prisoner seemed to slaughter the soldiers in front of him without even glancing at Riel.

Riel's knife was still an inch away from the prisoner's neck. Before the joy of killing could arise in his heart, his head had already flew into the snowflakes in the sky, and a horse quickly flew past his side. He would never know that he had lost his head. Behind the soldiers of the Dead Camp, there was always the guardian of their comrades.

Lan Miller, standing at the top of the highest tent, had already put away the futu bow and used an ordinary strong bow to harvest the soldiers who were trying to escape.

Kriya's guard camp has strict defenses and sufficient preparations. But his biggest mistake was to underestimate the speed of the dead camp's war horses. In the wind and snow all over the sky, when his eyes could see the green flames, the distance was almost neglected for those horses with green flames.

The blood of more than 5,000 people dyed the snow-covered ground red, and the heads and horses were scattered throughout the camp. The cruel killing and evil means once again deeply imprinted the name of the dead camp on the land of the Sacre Empire.

"Report, captain. The camp has been cleared, and no one has missed the net, and five thousand beheaded." A dead camp soldier rode his horse to the Luotian horse.

Luo Tian nodded to the dead camp soldier with a white mark, "Order, all teams gather immediately, and before dawn, we must return to the manor."

Luo Tian looked at the sky and thought to himself, "I hope it will not be too late. The butcher's contemptuous look is really unbearable."

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