"Captain, hurry up, here!" Fury ran out to greet Colin and the others.

At this moment, they no longer cared about the danger of exposure, and ran straight out of the woods.

"There's a deserter! "Chase!" a heart-rending shout came from the sentry behind Colin.

It turned out to be an enemy sentry who happened to be back at the sentry post when he found Colin's group.

"Tema, Captain, they've been discovered! Bring me a gun and see me get rid of that sentry!"

The sentry's heart-rending screams were heard.

Lex picked up the rifle handed to him by the man next to him and aimed it at the rebel soldier at the sentry point.

With a "bang" gunshot, the sentry's voice was cut off abruptly, covering his chest and planting the sentry, falling on the wooden thorn wall, the thick wooden thorn penetrated his abdominal cavity, he gasped for two breaths with difficulty, he couldn't shout anymore, and gradually lost his life, he will become an ordinary dry bone on this hundred-mile battlefield.

The only thing special was his wound.

"Hurry up, Captain, come here!" Fury waved and shouted because he was afraid that Colin and the others would not see him.

"Hurry up, run two steps!"

Colin shot behind him as he ran, and several rebel soldiers noticed that the "gendarmerie" was abnormal, and reacted under the warning of the sentry, and chased after them as they called for someone.

"Dangdang......"

Some of the rebel soldiers were smarter and did not immediately catch up, but ran to the sentry and shook the alarm bell.

The shrill chiming of the bell added to the chaos in the camp, and tonight was destined to be a sleepless night!

But all this has nothing to do with Colin and "Leviathan", after running out of the rebel camp, Colin directly took people and rushed into the Ersor Mountains with equipment.

The large forest on the outer layer of the Ersor Mountains made it difficult for the rebels, and the rebel general in charge of tracking down looked at the forest where the "Leviathan" had fled.

"General Hadmon, what are we going to do? Do you want to chase down?" asked the general's aide-de-camp.

"Are there any local villagers in our civilian camp?" the general, known as Hadmon, asked.

"Tell the general, don't say it's a villager, even the town was burned down when we came, and the cunning enemy has taken away all the population and supplies, and not even a dog familiar with the neighborhood can be found. The adjutant replied.

"Damn, do you really want to break in?" General Hadmund scolded.

The expression on his face was tangled, and he remembered the strength of this mysterious small force, and what His Majesty would do with him if the mission failed.

"Follow me! No one is allowed to retreat!"

He gritted his teeth and resolutely led the team into the boundless Esso Mountains...... Large forest at the foot of the mountain.

Compared to the mysterious enemy squad and the unknown Forest of Doom, His Majesty Harlaus's disposition is even more terrifying and unacceptable.

Soon, though, he would know the horrors of this forest and this team.

The fear of being dominated by the unknown......

.........

The flames of the rebel camp burned from night to early morning, and this is due to the fact that the "Amilo Flame of Imquency" is a semi-magical flame, and although it is powerful in destruction, it also burns much shorter than normal flames.

The soldiers who were fighting the fire did not know that the burning flame was the legendary "Amilo's Unquenchable Flame", but because it did not bear much resemblance to ordinary flames, it confused the rebel soldiers.

As usual, they took water from the water storage storehouse and poured it on the raging fire, but when this order suddenly grew in size, they brought the flames on themselves.

They slapped the flames on their bodies in horror, rolled on the ground, jumped into the water, and tried their best to count them, but in vain, especially the benevolent brother who jumped into the water, who was still a small flame on his body, and this time he was directly burned into a burning man.

All those who had this flame on their bodies were already desperate at this moment, and they turned their eyes for help to those companions who had not yet stepped forward, but those companions looked at them like snakes and scorpions.

The men closed their eyes in despair, and let the flames burn to the ground.

Others suddenly struggled to their feet, and rushed at their former companions with hideous faces, knocking them to the ground, and staining their bodies with flames.

The scene is getting more and more chaotic, and there is panic everywhere, rumors and malice, which are getting more and more intense.

The people who created the chaos are gone, but they leave the chaos behind.

"It's 'Amilo's Unquenchable Flame'!"

Haraus looked at the chaotic barracks, the anger in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Check it out for me! You must find out who did it! You shit!"

Finally, Haraus could no longer bear it, and he was about to vent his anger, and kicked over one of the attendants next to him, and the gilded scepter in his hand smashed on the head of the attendant, who held his head and howled, but Harlaus only hit it a few times, and the attendant was silent.

When he opened the arm that was protecting his head, it turned out that his head had been smashed into several pieces by the scepter, his brain was bursting, and even the bones of his arm were smashed.

Harlaus threw away the scepter, held the crown on his head, and killed one of his attendants, and his mood almost calmed down, and he began to think calmly.

"Hadmund has already gone after the enemy, right? This time, I must capture that squad back with nine out of ten, and there must be no mistakes! You, go and order Vincent, tell him to bring five hundred shield axemen who are good at jungle warfare, and follow behind General Hudmund to make sure that nothing goes wrong. Harlaus gestured to another attendant next to him and told him to give the order.

The attendant resignedly agreed, and then quickly turned around and ran, the moment he ran out of the camp, he greedily breathed a few breaths of air with thick smoke, he was afraid, afraid that one day he would be like the attendant just now, obviously did nothing wrong, but was killed for no reason.

Ignoring what the squire was thinking, Harlaus turned and went up to the second floor of his house and began to draft various orders.

The few attendants left behind glanced at each other, and they all sighed helplessly, no way, if it wasn't forced by life, who would want to cut off the guy who passed on the lineage and follow this fake king to live?

A companion is like a tiger!

A few attendants hurriedly cleaned up the corpses on the ground and the gilded scepter stained with blood, and several attendants hurriedly retreated, for fear of following in the footsteps of their companions.

Harlaus's orders were passed to all corners of the barracks one after another, and the generals and bureaucrats were also rare and efficient, and they forcefully suppressed the chaos in the barracks, and all the rumor-mongers in the generals were killed, and the methods were extremely ruthless.

Of course, the ruthless methods did work, and almost all those who took advantage of the chaos to do evil were screened out and killed, and the chaos in the barracks gradually subsided.