Noble Emblem

The Frostwolf warriors scattered in all directions. Beta used his mental power to detect the mountain of corpses. After repeatedly confirming that there were no survivors inside, he threw out two fire wall scrolls and burned the more than three hundred corpses.

The temperature of the magic flame was very high, and the corpse was burning like firewood. Beta stood aside and watched, silent and speechless.

Not long after, Doug Sisi came in from outside. Snow Wolf seemed a little restless because of the pungent smell of burnt meat.

She comforted her mount, jumped down, walked to Beta's side, and said: "I didn't find anything unusual or anything. They should have gone far away. I just heard about it... Who is he?" So vicious, more than 300 lives were taken, and even children were not spared. "

Beta sighed slightly: "It's probably the sacrifice of the evil god or something like that. Now Huolaiwen is at war with Sunderland, and the lords have sent troops to help on the front line. Now the defenses in major cities are empty. The surrounding areas of the city are okay. This Planting a small village far away from the city will probably become the target of the evil god's followers. "

Not long after, the Frost Tribe warriors who were searching in the village came back one by one, looking disappointed.

But the Frostwolf warrior who finally came back brought something strange to him.

It was the seal of a copper coin. The pattern on it had become quite blurry after playing with it for a long time. After careful identification, I could barely make out that what was engraved on it was a human skeleton holding a long curved sickle.

"What does this mean?" Dougsis felt her whole body numb, and this thing gave her an extremely bad feeling.

"The God of Killing, a typical evil god. The more people his followers kill, the stronger his divine power becomes. Therefore, his followers always like to cause killings everywhere." After Beta finished speaking, he asked: "Your mount The wolf must have a good sense of smell. Can you smell the residual smell on it? Judging from the situation, it shouldn’t have been long since the Evil God’s followers left here.”

"Try it."

Dougsis put the coat of arms in front of the warg's nose. After a while, the warg reacted and started to walk out. Dougsis jumped up and shouted: "Lord, it seems we can do it, let's catch up." ?”

"Catch up and have a look!" Beta turned over and got on the horse.

Then everyone followed Doug Sisi and rushed out of the village.

At the beginning, Dougsis's mount wolf would run and stop, looking for the source of the smell, but three hours later, as the distance between the two parties narrowed, the mount kept running.

It's already dark now... The wolves have night vision capabilities, and the Frostwolf clan has similar abilities.

A group of cavalrymen were running on the mountain road, making a huge noise that could be heard several kilometers away.

Although the mounts have fleshy pads on their feet and generally do not make any sound, the warriors of the Frostwolf Di Tribe, in order to protect their mounts, wear wolf claw irons like horseshoes on their war horses.

In addition, the weight of the snow wolf is much heavier than that of ordinary war horses, so when these hundreds of people ride the snow wolf and run fast, they make a lot of noise and have a strong momentum.

Half an hour later, Beta suddenly flicked his fingers, and a deep white fog instantly enveloped everyone.

The warriors of the Frostwolf Di Tribe panicked for a while, and then they found that they could see immediately again, so they calmed down. Then they discovered that not only did the speed of the mounts become faster, but they also made no sound when running.

Dougsis soon understood the usefulness of this ability, which was perfect for sneak attacks while marching thousands of miles away.

She slowed down and approached Beta and asked, "What magic is this?"

"My blood magic." Beta replied.

"The fog blocks the smell. They are probably in front. If the fog is not removed, my mount will soon lose its target."

Beta said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I already know where they are."

Joan of Arc has been hovering in the sky, and its field of vision is extremely large. Although it will be subject to certain damage at night, it is also good enough as a scout. Beta relied on Joan of Arc to lock onto these people, fearing that they would hear the noise, so she used the fog-riding technique.

"The people I attack will be captured alive later. You can do whatever you want with the others."

Beta's voice caused all the Frostwolf clan warriors to roar. The tragic scene in the village had already filled them with anger.

The ones targeted by Joan of Arc were six men in gray, walking on the mountain road.

There were five warriors, each holding a long-handled scythe. The other one was dressed as a middle-aged magician. He was holding a bone staff with a baby's head strung on top. He walked and looked back, always feeling something was wrong. Uneasy.

But in the darkness, he couldn't see very far, so he didn't find anything.

One of the warriors in gray yawned. His front body was covered with black blood. After walking for a while, he turned around and asked, "Bishop Sagula, where are we going next?"

"Following this road, there is another village. It is not crowded, with only about a hundred people." Sagura's voice was hoarse and low: "Although there are few people, few people go there. Let's go there Kill everyone, stay there for a day or two, and rest for a while, there should be no problem. "

A certain soldier laughed dryly: "It's a pity that there were no beauties in that village just now, otherwise it would have been great."

Sagura didn't say anything. At his age, he no longer had much interest in women. Moreover, he felt that beauty could easily cause trouble. If he did it too much, he would become soft-footed. If he encountered an enemy, he would be in trouble.

When he was thinking about admonishing his men, he heard what seemed to be a strange wind noise behind him. When he looked back, he found a huge thick fog coming towards his face at a speed that was too fast for people to avoid.

Sagura became alert. There was no fog that moved so fast in nature. Just when he was about to tell his men to be careful, the fog directly enveloped him.

What followed was a silence as if falling into an abyss.

There was only white mist around him, and there was no sound. He also felt that the mist seemed to be restricting his movements, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Things were definitely not normal... Sagura took a deep breath, and when he was about to use the dispersion technique, he saw a group of shadows rushing towards him. Before he could even see anything clearly, his nose was severely damaged. hit.

The blow was so merciless that he even felt that the bridge of his nose had been broken, and the bone fragments had penetrated into his mouth.

Huge pain hit him, and just when Sagura was about to open his mouth, he saw a big hand stretching out from the mist, holding his head tightly, and then a sharp mental power pierced the protective layer of his soul. , in less than a second, his spirit fell into the world of consciousness.

In this gray world, one cannot distinguish between left and right, nor up and down... Sagura is very familiar with this place, and he will come in every time he meditates.

But now there is one more person in his conscious world, a man whose whole body exudes a faint golden light.