Killing Evolution From a Sword

Norman sorted out all the information about the Land of Demon Sealing in his mind, and then recovered from the shock.

He said again: "My lord, if we really want to go to the Land of Sealing Demons!"

"Then how do we go west?"

"This direction is the direction of the blood-soaked land!"

"Eh? Could it be that the place we are going to go to at the first stop is a blood-soaked place?"

Mond nodded: "Just go to the blood-soaked place!"

"It's impossible for the two of us to pass through the entire chaotic place where various ethnic groups live together!"

"I'm going back with the army!"

"I will kill anyone who dares to stop me!"

"Fight all the way back home!"

Ye Fan was surprised when he heard that.

This Mond is actually the blood of the Land of Sealing Demons!

And to lead the army to kill through the vast and chaotic land where all ethnic groups live together, it really is a demon!

Ye Fan became more and more interested in the journey of these two people!

Norman's scalp tingled when he heard Mond's words.

He showed a slightly bitter smile: "My lord, take... take the army to fight back?!"

"Well, recruiting an army requires money, and it also requires people!"

"Uh, shall we go to the blood-soaked land and buy slaves?"

Between the city of order and the land of chaos in the north and south, very fierce battles often broke out.

The various ethnic groups in the north have a large population, but the environment in the chaotic land is very harsh and there is very little food.

Territories of various ethnic groups often gather together, rush across the north-south boundary, and come to the south to kill and plunder.

Moreover, the natural racial antagonism also caused large-scale battles between the two places.

Years of fighting have resulted in almost extinction of life on the long north-south boundary.

And just in the northwest, on a desert wasteland with dangerous terrain, there is a blood-soaked place.

This is a three-way zone where neither the North nor the South care.

Really every inch of land is full of killing and blood.

But this is also the only commercial zone where the north and the south are turning a blind eye.

The merchants of various ethnic groups brought the food from the south to the north in exchange for fur and origin stone minerals.

In this way, the exchange of needs and needs is extremely profitable.

Such a huge profit naturally attracted many profit seekers and desperadoes.

There are many violent people of all races, bandits, and bandits in this place, and it is a truly bloody place.

Norman quickly went through the information about the blood-soaked place in his mind.

At this time, Mond looked at Norman suspiciously: "What did you say, old man?"

"Buy slaves? We have no money, how can we buy slaves?"

Norman was speechless for a while, and asked with a little big head and doubts: "My lord, are we going to form a caravan in the blood-soaked place and start making money first?"

Mond shook his head: "No, that's too slow!"

"If you don't have money, just grab it, and if no one wants to grab it!"

"I believe that as soon as we enter the blood-soaked place, someone will send us money and others soon!"

"Hahaha--"

Norman was slightly taken aback when he saw Mond laugh out loud for granted.

Ye Fan has been listening to the discussion between the two, and has to say that Mond's idea is very correct.

If the Blood Soaked Land is really such a chaotic place with no care, then under the limited order, there is only one reason.

Whoever has the biggest fist is the truth!

Norman obviously thought of this too.

He looked at Mond with a little surprise, and suddenly felt that the big man in front of him looked crazy and reckless, going forward indomitably.

But for the insights of many things, there is often a sharp sharpness.

Norman nodded and agreed: "Indeed, my lord!"

"As long as our fists are big enough, after entering the blood-soaked land, everything can be robbed!"

Along the way, Norman seemed to be infected by Mond, and his eyes became sharp like a wolf.

Mond looked at Norman's appearance, Lang smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, old man!"

"The blood-soaked land is waiting for us to conquer!"

Norman rubbed his shoulders again with a grinning face, and couldn't help but put a healing magic on his shoulders.

Then, the old magician followed closely in Mond's footsteps.

The two combinations, one tall and one short, one strong and one thin, quickly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

After leaving the wolf man's territory, the hunting of the wolf man also disappeared.

It may also be that Lord Gnoll is unwilling to pay more for the two little men, Mond, after the death of a team of elite magic cavalry and a team of elite black panther cavalry.

So along the way, the journey of Mond and Norman passed through two mountains and three rivers without waves, and entered the wasteland of the blood-soaked land.

As soon as he walked out of the mountains, a very violent yellow sand storm blew in his face.

Coarse, finely crushed sand and gravel are mixed in gusts of wind, blowing people's faces, as if being pricked by a cow's hairy needles, causing pains one after another.

If you wear clothes with a wider opening, after a while, you will find that a lot of fine wind and sand have been mixed into the clothes.

It is very uncomfortable.

Mond strode past in the gusts of wind and sand, not caring about the details.

Norman was a little choked up.

He frowned slightly, only feeling that as soon as he spoke, he might stuff his mouth full of wind and sand.

babble, babble——

At this time, a long and dense sound of horseshoes floated from a distance from the wind and sand.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of desolate and distant horn sounds.

Hearing these horns, Mond immediately grinned: "Norman, get ready, our money is here!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Norman responded with a bow behind him.

He was just when he was upset, and someone came at this time, just to let him vent his anger.

Ye Fan looked in the direction of the horn.

I could only see some shadows gradually appearing in the wind and sand all over the sky.

The shadows moved quickly, and the first few seconds were still in the distance, showing a faint shadow.

In the next few seconds, he passed through the billowing wind and sand and came to the front.

This is a blood-soaked bandit group, or a horse bandit.

Each of these people is riding a Warcraft horse.

These magical beast horses are completely different from the tall horses in the south with fast sprint speed and powerful charge.

This kind of monster horse is basically khaki or beige, and looks a little short.

The short-distance sprint speed is not fast, but Mond and Norman are very clear that the stamina and endurance of this monster horse are very good.

It is also the standard equipment for these horse bandits in the wasteland.

On horseback, each horse bandit was wearing a dark gray cloth robe to keep out the wind and sand.

In the wind and sand, these cloth robes fluttered and kept moving backwards.

These cloth robes covered the face of the horse bandit, leaving only a pair of vicious eyes.