"Grand Commander, it's almost here..." The subordinate walked up and reminded him softly.
Kaos opened his eyes slowly.
One hundred and twenty-three dead soldiers sat silently in front of him without saying a word. Sixty-seven high-level warriors, thirty-nine great sword masters of truth, ten fantasy storm apostles, six sword masters, and the St. Wolf tribe, who is the peak of the Truth, are all the people sent by the Sword of Revenge to assassinate Feldnan this time.
With such a lineup, even if the legendary existence was caught off guard, it would have to be killed?
But this is facing that man.
The incarnation of fear, the shadow on the heads of the people of Nanling, and the proof of the power and violence of the empire are also their own.
Feldnan Carmez Ian.
The son of Black Duke Camez, the father of Yiwen Ian, the leader of the four heroes of the Nanling Mountains, was the prefect of the Southern Empire and the commander of the Nanling Army.
It is also the true legend of the empire and the second place among the three great war gods.
Can such a lineup really succeed in facing that man?
Kaos himself didn't know, he only knew that this was the last chance of the Nanling people, those who truly loved their homeland.
The kingdom was destroyed, the dragon song was still breathing, and the dragon god was unkind. We should use human power to make up for it! The oath made when we were storming with our companions before the action began was stirring in Kaos's chest. He slowly looked at the heroes who looked directly at him with the most dignified eyes. It was already clear that he didn't need to say much.
"Let's go! Everyone!" Kaos drew his sword and stood up, "Go and kill Feldnan! Heaven destroys Nanling, and I will destroy the empire! The heroes of the Sword of Revenge, see the Blood River again!"
The sound of drawing a sword into rain, the sword into snow, the sword into snow, the sword hanging, and the chest holding.
"The sky destroys Nanling, and I destroys the empire! Grand Commander, Blood River meet again!"
Looking at Aofeta's beautiful bare face, Bernard tried hard to open his mouth, wanting to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he was stunned.
In Pingyueli, Bernard and a group of friends called themselves the flower savage, the flower-picking master, the dignified Shizhu Sir, no woman ever seen, and no woman ever had. The matter of bullying men and women was already piled up in the city lieutenant. The sheriff of the Duke's Mansion ambushed several times and wanted to arrest him, but his bodyguards broke his legs. However, because his father Azibert and the commander of the city lieutenant, the end was left unresolved.
The late emperor said that the disasters of the nobles were even worse than locust plagues. However, as one of the locusts, Bernard not only did not feel ashamed, but was quite proud.
However, even though he did so evilly, he still had never seen a woman like Aofeta.
The long hair is as bright as snow, the bright face is as bright as the moon, and the calm expression of the girl sets off her beauty as if it was carefully carved by the best artists in the world. The green eyes of the lake are like jade, and like green grandmother. They have the depth of the former and the crystal clearness of the latter. As the eyes turn, they burn from the cold statue, like fire. What burns is not a beautiful sculpture, but the heart of the viewer.
"Sir, please get out of the way." After waiting for a while, Eofeta couldn't help but say unceremoniously when he saw that Bernard did not respond.
"I..." The cold and clear voice was like a basin of ice water. Bernard subconsciously pushed a step and made way.
"What's going on?" In a daze, Bernard heard the voice, a pretty good male voice, and then the talking man walked to his maid goddess, lowered his head slightly, and asked.
"Nothing, Master Ian." His goddess owed her body a little and replied.
Nothing, Master Ian.
Nothing, Ian
Nothing, Ian
Nothing,
nothing,
Nothing
without……
"You guy!"
Bernard felt his head swelling as if it was about to explode. Maid? Young Master? He remembered that his goddess was a maid. The maid in front of him who looked disgusting, sounded disgusting, and smelled disgusting, and he didn't want to breathe the same air as him! Ahhhh! When he thought of his goddess, like those maids in his family, being pushed down on the bed by the disgusting man in front of him, and being whipped, and playing with the fifth emperor, Bernard felt that he was about to vomit.
So he pounced on it, and he pounced on it desperately, subconsciously reaching his waist, trying to give the goddess who imprisoned him well, forcing her to blaspheme her bastard to give her an unforgettable lesson.
Then, at the next moment, a flower in front of his eyes, a nice-smelling strand swept across the tip of his nose, and at the next moment, he had already flown up.
"Cough ha--" He flipped his body around, his back down, and he hit the ground hard. In an instant, Bernard felt that his spine was about to crack. However, with the sound of bone shattering from the inside of his body and the cochlea, he finally realized that it was not "feeling".
"Ha...ah...ha...ha..." Curled on the ground, Bernard's body curled up in a ball, squeezing his lungs desperately, trying to absorb air, but such a futile attempt only made him spasm desperately.
"Is it okay? Master Ian?" Aofeta fell over Bernard with one hand, and subconsciously looked at Yiwen Ian.
However, Yiwen Ian didn't look at her at all.
Skipping Arit, who was confused and the swordsman Miss who had been in a daze around him for some reason, Yiwen Ian looked at the float with some concern: "Aofeta, don't worry about this, hurry up and notify Abel, time is to-"
It's too late.
“Wait!”
The float exploded.
It was said it was an explosion, but something was wrong. I don’t know what was wrong. The wooden float that was moving forward normally suddenly made a loud noise and stopped. Then it seemed like it was on fire, and suddenly rolled out white smoke.
"What's going on?!" Almost as soon as the situation happened, a loyal city lieutenant rushed up. The Nanling Legion and the New Model Army had military parade missions, so the security mission of the parade fell on these black-uniformed city guards.
At the same time, looking at the float that suddenly stopped in the distance, Cynthia also stood up.
Lamberts stood up and leaned against the railing as early as the parade. He was holding a glass of water and shocked. He could not help but look back when he heard Cynthia's words, and then his blue one-eyed narrowed.
"What smells so good." Cynthia subconsciously sniffed, and the people around her gradually reacted-
"Dragon Smoke..."
Then for a moment, Cynthia thought she had heard it wrong, but she raised her head and looked at Lamberts biting her lip and suddenly realized-
It was not her illusion. At that moment, Lamberts, who had always thought it was a mute, squeezed a word out of her throat.
The dragon smoke swallowed the white mist smoke with hundreds of thousands of imperial soldiers. The secret spice given to the Molang clan by the Emperor of Nanling. Decades ago, the appearance of the dragon smoke on the battlefield represented the signal of the appearance of the wolf. Therefore, in the empire, there is a way to describe the dragon smoke.
Wolf smoke.
The wolf smoke rises, and the dragon cannot enter.
The next moment, the first drop of blood at the parade burst out from the city lieutenant who was surrounded by the faulty float.
The moment a man with black sleeves flew onto the rostrum, everyone was stunned, and then a few seconds later, someone finally reacted—
As people flew up, there were more than a dozen wooden balls the size of a ball, and the wooden balls instantly swallowed the front end of the rostrum with rolling smoke.
"What's going on?! What happened?!"
"Murder!"
"Leave the front!"
"Come on! They are on!"
The first wave of attacks consisted of six feather warriors. After flying from the float, they threw all the two dragon smoke balls in their arms, emitting white smoke to the rostrum. After throwing the wooden balls, they quickly pulled out the guns behind them, used the location to inject wind magic power, and then plucked all their strength and threw them over to the looming crowd covered by the wolf smoke.
"Ahhhh!!!"
In the blink of an eye, screams and wails were connected together, and the spear poured into the magic of wind turned into a storm, and in an instant, deep ravines were plowed into the crowd-
The next moment, with two "dreams", the huge spear was thrown onto the viewing platform nearly ten meters high by the giant warrior of the fierce clan. The flying claws and railings in the front of the spear were firmly entangled together. Then the two spears were connected by thinner chains, and after being straightened by two giant men-
It was a huge, wide soft ladder that was enough for more than a dozen people to walk side by side!
"The sky destroys Nanling, I destroys the empire, the sword of revenge, charge!"
Until the cup in his hand fell and slid to the ground more than ten meters away, Dark Gill didn't realize who it was. He was so bold that he rushed to the rostrum at the military parade?!
You should know that almost all the most famous people in the Quannanling Mountains are here now, not only those scumbag-like nobles, but also those with powerful martial arts skills like him - for example, the Truth Mid-level True Knights that he only knows are not considered guards, but there are thirty people on this small ceremonial platform with less than 300 people! And this is not the thousands of emperors who have just completed the military parade and sit quietly and rest a few kilometers away!
However, until he was fascinated by Bai Yan, he was not panicked at all. Unlike the nobles who had never seen the market, he had seen this unique fanciful smoke from the Nanling people ten years ago. Although he usually talked about wolf smoke and would be tied to the Molang clan, it was actually just like the Feather clan. After twenty-one wars, Galilee, the Molang, has only a few left. Even in regular organizations like Nanling Fu [***], the people who used wolf smoke were mainly the clans of the Molang clan, and there was no arrogance that the gods retreated back then.
While thinking about this, Dak reached out his hand to the hilt of the sword around his waist.
Thanks to the empire's etiquette, scumbags, after nine years, my Dakjer's sword will once again stain your blood!
Repressing the slight excitement and desire for fame and power in his heart, Dark narrowed his eyes slightly and focused all his attention on his ears.
Then, he heard the sound of chains shaking—
"The sky destroys Nanling, I destroys the empire, the sword of revenge, charge!"
With a huge roar, a huge figure fell from the sky, slashing the ritual sword in the jazz's hand in half.
Until his head soared into the sky, Dake's heart was still full of at a loss-