Sindra's adjutant and guard, Gober Gerret, tried desperately to suppress his breathing, but the trembling on his right hand could not stop.
A scream came from a distance, and Gober understood that it was his side who had lost another companion.
Even if these sudden enemies were killed, they would never scream. Gober didn't know what kind of power they contained in their bodies, so that even if they were pierced by four or five spears,
You can throw away the last heat and glory of life, and roar and smash the enemies into meat pies one by one.
Gober looked at the vast white space in front of him. He didn't know who his opponent was, but as a true knight in the middle level of truth, he was not an enemy of one unit.
Faced with the sudden whistling sound, he subconsciously blocked his chest, and the next moment, his whole body had already flew out again.
"Huh?" The other party was a little surprised, as if he was curious about his failure to kill his opponent with two consecutive swords. "I didn't expect that there would be such a swordsman in the short-lived species, which is a pity."
The other party's words were like Gober was already a corpse, which made Gober's arrogance as the first swordsman of the city lieutenant was detonated, and he forced his body to support it-
"you--!"
Looking at the thin blade that penetrated his chest, Gober's face was a little confused. He didn't feel any enemy's breath at all. He subconsciously wanted to turn his head, but his head fell from his neck simply.
Got down.
In the last awakening, after Gober saw his headless corpse, a black figure quietly left.
"What a pity." The giant man from the Molang clan repeated his feelings, "If such a swordsman could cut off his head with his own hands, he would be a good respect for him."
Carrying a giant blade more than 2 meters long, Kaos stopped and listened.
The sound of war in the dragon smoke gradually became smaller, and the imperial warriors who dared to block the blade of the sword of Revenge were almost dead.
However, just as Kaos was planning to make a judgment like this, he suddenly said "huh".
He heard some chaotic footsteps mixed with unscrupulous roars, and rushed over like a roar of death.
"For the Duke! Kill all those pig tricks!"
"I didn't expect that the mere short-lived species were not lacking in blood." Kaos shook his head, and for the first time he felt that he couldn't understand these short-lived species, "But that's fine, since that's the case, I'll use the etiquette of killing swords and still
You are loyal and dedicated to death.”
He was muttering to himself, and a serene movement came from behind him.
The war hammer covered with brain and blood, the Modao, who had just drunk blood, was still hanging a war gun with intestines.
The Forest Clan, who can tell the position even in the wolf smoke, walks in the wolf smoke like the night Clan, and the heart Clan, which tends to take beasts as the eyes...
In the previous battle, the Sword of Revenge also suffered losses, but after being eliminated on the battlefield, all the soldiers who survived were well-deserved elites in the hands of Kaos.
"Let's go, do you still remember the slogans they had when they were in Seven Towns?"
Kaos waved his hand gently—
"No one is left wherever you see, and everyone who breathes will be killed.
Everyone holds a sword and destroys everything, and all living beings return to the river of blood!
The Sword of Revenge! Return ten times! Return ten times!"
"..." Listening to the roar and slashing sound that boiled again not far away, Yiwen Ian sighed softly, "Is it finally started..."
Four or five corpses with incomplete body and heads were falling under their feet. There was nothing to say about excitement on his face, or he didn't think there was anything to be excited about.
Arret slowly walked behind Ivan Ian, and also heard the sudden loud shouts of killing. His face was a little pale, but he was not panicked.
"..." Erite stared at Ivan Ian's side face, "Is this your plan? Mr. Sir Ivan Ian? You have known that the South Ridge rebels will attack you, so you go with the flow,
I plan to capture all the nobles in Nanling... But why are you so sure that the enemy will use Dragon Smoke?"
"..." Yiwen Ian turned his head and looked at Erite. He finally decided to let Erite be a lie, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if the sword of Revenge does not use the Dragon Smoke, as long as it looks like
It's just the Dragon Smoke they used."
Arret immediately understood, yes, the Silver Rose family had been dealing with the people of Nanling for so many years, and even if there were more than a dozen boxes of the dragon smoke that were seized and used in the future, they took out some of them for use at this time.
There will be no problems.
"...If the signs of death are not like death in battle, it will also cause controversy..." Erite proposed another hypothesis.
That's why he and Katerina are coming to Abel...
Yiwen Ian thought silently in his heart, but replied: "It doesn't matter, just burn it all. Although it's not clean, it can be said that it can be justified. By the way, you can also blame Master Arut.
He turned around and said a few less words.”
Erie nodded and suddenly lowered her voice: "Sure enough, can only the dead keep the secret?"
Although Eret's voice was low, it was enough for Yiwen Ian to hear it.
After a little silence, Yiwen Ian did not answer.
However, at this moment, the movement from the mist cleared him.
"Save me...I don't want to die..." Someone ran over from a distance with a wail.
Ah... By the way, Abel's command technique is very useful, but unless further one-on-one strong hypnosis is performed, it is difficult to turn people into killing machines that completely obey themselves - wide-area hypnosis is even more
Abel had honestly explained to Yiwen Ian before when he was injured, felt pain, or after completing the instructions.
Syndra was covered in blood, her arms were gone, and the sword she was carrying on her left hand was broken so that only a piece of it was left, but the strength of the high-level warrior still allowed him to escape from the terrible hell.
"Save me...please help me..." Syndra subconsciously murmured something and ran towards this side. The severe blood loss had already made his consciousness begin to dissipate.
"Master Syndra?" A somewhat surprised voice suddenly came from the distance.
Shindra's eyes were confused for a while before she reacted: "This voice is... Lord Yiwen Ian?!"
When he realized that it was Yiwen Ian, Syndra suddenly became excited. It was Yiwen Ian! It was his lucky star, Young Master Yiwen Ian!
That's right! It must be like this! God must not want him to die! Sir Ivan Ian sent to him!
Suffering the severe pain of the broken arm, Syndra staggered towards Yiwen Ian: "It's me! Lord Yiwen Ian! Escape! Escape! Escape! The attacker has surrounded us
Now!"
The white smoke in front of him broke through the fog in an instant, and a flower in front of him had already planted into the arms of a strange young man.
The young man was obviously confused: "Encircling? Lord Shindra, what are you talking about? Isn't the stairs leaving the viewing platform right behind me?"
Hearing this, Cindra and Ariet, Benard huddled at Arriet's feet, and Flanriel, the little maid who was alert to his sword, were all shocked.
Although Syndra did not recognize this face, she could hear Yiwen Ian's voice. He felt as if he had ascended to heaven: "Really?! Lord Yiwen Ian, then why are you waiting here for?
Let's leave quickly—"
Yiwen Ian gently patted Syndra on the shoulder, and the expression on her face was faint: "Sir Syndra, if I leave, who else can send you to see the gods?"
Syndra's face was incredible until she fell down. His fingers were still holding something for Yiwen Ianxu, as if she wanted to grab something from Yiwen Ian for granted.
.
Blood spurted out of Shindra's chest stained Iven Ian's cheeks.
"Yiwen Ian... Young Master?" Flanriel looked at Yiwen Ian with incredible face. Although she saw Yiwen Ian killing four or five immortal species with her own eyes, she knew that it was the enemy.
It was the attacker, so he endured the discomfort in his heart, and still felt that I was so powerful that I could protect her and Master Arret, Yiwen Ian, was becoming more and more ideal.
However……
She looked at the body of Cindra's eyes rolling in her spasm, and subconsciously covered her mouth. She had seen this old man. During the days at the Earl Azibert's house, this unknown kind old man and her
She talked about flowers and gardening in the garden. It was not until a long time later that she realized that this unpretentious old man was actually the highest commander of the city lieutenant, and even in the entire White Rose City, she was one of the most powerful people.
But now he was dead, dead in front of her eyes, the body fell down, blood was left all over the ground, and amid the man's harsh screams, he died like a piece of pork—
The person she likes the most and respects the most, the person she likes even more than Master Erite...
Killed.
After stabbing him to death with the short blade in Shindra's hand, Yiwen Ian slowly stood up and looked into the depths of the dusk-
His expression was calm, and in his eyes, there was a blue arcane light flashing: "Come out, even if you can hide the sound of footsteps by controlling your pace, the magic light on the long sword has exposed you."
"...Well... it seems that it's really exposed..." A powerful response came from the fog.
Kaos waved his arm suddenly, and the huge slashing knife made a huge whistle in his hand. While waving, a faint white light flashed away on the blade. The wolf smoke that could not even be torn apart in magic at the next moment, and the sweeping
Under the sword wind, it was like a tamed lamb scattering everywhere, revealing the figures of Yiwen Ian and others behind him.
Kaos, who was nearly two meters tall, looked at Yiwen Ian and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth: "Let me guess...
Who is the guy in black robe?"
"I originally just wanted to clean up a minion, but I didn't expect a big fish to pull out. I'm not interested in the power struggle within your short-lived species, but I heard it right, he seemed to call you...what?"