War is brutal because people die.

This is an ironclad fact.

Standing on the city wall, the high priest looked at the barbarians who were dying tragically, and his expression was full of indifference.

Heaven is ruthless, and life and death are in the destiny of heaven.

From the moment he stepped into the realm of the Grandmaster, the High Priest had seen a new world, and his heart had hardened.

"In the future...... Your descendants will be proud of your sacrifice today. ”

The High Priest spoke slowly.

The barbarians have been living in the harsh environment of the 100,000 mountains for too long, and the high priest has begun to reject the harsh environment there from the inside.

- Shucheng has always been a vicious tiger intercepted in front of the barbarians. No matter how much power the barbarians wield, they were helpless, and this evil tiger would ruthlessly tear their bodies apart. This makes it impossible for them to enter the Nanban Thirteen and enjoy this comfortable natural environment.

Now, the barbarians have successfully crossed the insurmountable barrier of Shu City, and they have stood on the land of the thirteen states of the Southern Barbarians...... Since I'm here, I don't want to go back.

Withdrawing his gaze from the battlefield, the High Priest felt a faint invisible pressure pressing down on his heart.

It is impossible for the high priest not to understand the truth of seeking skin with the tiger.

All along, there was a trace of inexplicable pressure in his heart, and now the barbarians and the temple were just taking what they needed - the temple needed to use the barbarians' powerful combat power to consume Taiqian's strength. And the barbarians also need to use the strength of the temple to occupy the land of the southern barbarians and obtain a good place to live and work in peace and contentment.

But—

Once this war is over.

The relationship between the temple and the barbarians was a contradiction in the high priest's mind.

You must know - the temple has always wanted to subvert the rule of Taiqian and seize the world of Taiqian, once this war is won and the temple takes the world, then this piece of land under your feet will belong to the temple, so won't the barbarians become vassals of the temple?

- Every time I think about this, I feel inexplicably uncomfortable for the high priest who is accustomed to being high.

Slowly take a few steps forward.

The High Priest rested his hands on the city, his gaze once again cast on the battlefield.

Far away –

The white tiger holding the razor was carrying a fierce might, pressing Chen Baohu and beating violently.

Chen Baohu looked a little embarrassed, the scimitar in his hand kept swinging out, to resist the fierce attack of the white tiger, above his chest, two deep wounds that could be seen were extremely hideous, and the blood continued to flow out, which had soaked his clothes.

Hmmm-

Hmmm-

The razor flicked flexibly, and the cold light continued to emerge.

There was a hint of a hideous smile in the white tiger's expression, and his body moved violently, as if he was a tiger and wolf.

In the twinkling of an eye.

There were several hideous wounds on Chen Baohu's shoulders, and the sharp pain made his expression a little distorted, and the knife in his hand kept trembling.

"Get down on your knees. ”

"Prostrate at my feet, kiss my uppers, and I'll make you die a painful death. ”

The white tiger said in a very light tone, with a hint of strange temptation in his words.

Chen Baohu's hands hung down, letting the blood continue to drip from his fingers, and a smile appeared from his expression.

"Huh...... You think I'm one of those ignorant barbarians, worshipping you like a god all day long, I'm ...... What do you count. ”

Chen Baohu's voice was very flat, but his words were full of unkindness.

"In that case...... You're going to die in pain. ”

The white tiger's voice was very low, his expression became more and more cold, and his thin figure exuded a strong killing intent.

The smile in his expression became more and more intense, Chen Baohu felt the strong killing intent emanating from the white tiger's body, and said slowly: "Come on...... The soldiers of Taiqian can only die standing and never live on their knees. ”

White Tiger nodded.

In an instant, his body flashed like thunder, and suddenly appeared in front of Chen Baohu.

The two looked at each other face to face, the distance was very close, and the temperature of each other's breath could be clearly felt.

Chen Baohu's expression revealed a hint of shock.

However, soon, Chen Baohu's eyes returned to indifference again.

——As an old man in the army, Chen Baohu has been waiting for this moment to come, the general died in a hundred battles, and the horse leather shroud was still ...... This is the best place for him to be.

A great avenue of cold light kept flashing in front of Chen Baohu's body.

In an instant, dozens of hideous wounds appeared on Chen Baohu's chest.

Blood flowed out.

The white tiger smiled slightly.

Step out.

The razor stabbed directly and ruthlessly into Chen Baohu's chest, and smashed out with a fist.

Chen Baohu's body flew upside down, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The body fell to the ground, and the blood quickly penetrated the ground.

The smile in the white tiger's expression became more and more intense, and he slowly walked in front of Chen Baohu, looking down at him, with frost in his smile, "I said, you will die in pain." ”

Chen Baohu looked at the white tiger, his expression was full of lightness, and there was no fear of death.

"Your blood will gradually dry up, your body will gradually stiffen, and you will feel the process of death little by little......"

The white tiger said again.

Chen Baohu closed his eyes, as if waiting for death to come.

Seeing this, the white tiger's expression became more and more ruthless, and he slowly squatted down, stretched out his right hand, held the handle of the razor, and moved slowly.

The sharp blade cut directly through Chen's chest.

The face of Chen Baohu, who was in severe pain, was constantly distorted, and his muscles were violent, but he didn't make a sound.

"White Tiger...... Don't waste any more time, there are still a few heads for you to harvest!"

The fox-eyed beauty appeared behind the white tiger and said softly.

The movement of the white tiger's hand stopped, let go of the hilt, and said softly: "Enjoy the pleasure of death." ”

As the words fell, the white tiger straightened up, his eyes looking in all directions, as if a ferocious beast was looking for its next prey.

After a few breaths, the white tiger's body burst out.

A cold light flashed, and a new razor appeared in his hand.

The razor took the Youzhou general Zhang Derong directly.

——

Chen Baohu lay quietly on the ground, and the passage of blood made him feel endless cold.

Scenes of fantasy kept appearing in front of his eyes.

The corners of Chen Baohu's mouth showed a hint of a smile.

Because fantasy is full of good things.

Lying still, enjoying the beautiful fantasy, waiting for death to come, Chen Baohu's expression was very calm.

All of a sudden.

A thin figure appeared in front of Chen Baohu, glanced at the scarred Chen Baohu, the figure took out a piece of black cloth, directly wrapped Chen Baohu, and then fled away from the battlefield.

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