The army went to the front line, and there were many fewer people in the camp for a while, except for a few soldiers who patrolled back and forth, and the camp was quiet, and it was precisely because of this tranquility that the fierce fighting on the battlefield ahead, the sound of swords colliding, the neighing of war horses, and the inspiring shouts of soldiers were even more shaking, and even the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

The soldiers on patrol seemed to be accustomed to these patrols and were still calm and vigilant.

From time to time, the wounded were brought into the camp, blood fell on the stretchers and mixed in the mud, the road leading from the camp gate to the wounded medical tent had been dyed red, the air was filled with gunsmoke, and the smell of blood was strong, even if you were not on the battlefield, you could still feel the fierceness of the battlefield.

"Yun'er, my brother should be fine."

Ling Churou stood at the door of the tent, quite uneasy.

Chu Yun'er pursed her eyebrows, looking at the gate of the camp with her dark eyes blankly, in fact, she was the first time to come to the battlefield, and it was also the first time to witness the cruelty of the war. The terrain of the Foggy Mountains is dangerous, and it is difficult for the enemy to attack them."

At the foot of the Foggy Mountain, in front of the battlefield, a ** Beili soldier is like a puppet without will, the advance of the wood, from a high place, as if the flood that broke the embankment rushed to the Foggy Mountain, blood and corpses can be seen everywhere at the foot of the mountain, and the stumps and broken bodies can be seen everywhere at the foot of the mountain.

On the opposite side of the Foggy Mountains, behind the enemy's battlefield, on the high mound, a tall black steed sat a man in a white robe and black man, whose entire face was covered in darkness by the black hood, and only the white, perfectly curved jaw and thin lips pursed into a line could be seen, making the man look extremely gloomy.

Under the stiff thick eyebrows in the shadows, the dark green eyes looked indifferently at the battlefield ahead with a sharp light.

A faint anger climbed up his eyebrows, and his indifferent black eyes looked at the foggy mountain opposite, without the slightest mercy for the corpses in the blood river at the foot of the mountain, the two sides have been facing each other for half a month, and they still can't attack for a long time, if they can't attack it today, how can he get the red flame bead.

Hatred gnawed at his heart like a worm, and even though his heart had long since stopped beating, he still couldn't forget the nightmare he had three years ago.

Back then, when he learned that Wan Yichen was poisoned and returned to Shengjing, he secretly sneaked into Xiqi, and tried his best to find out the route of Wan Yichen's return to Beijing.

Beifeng Mountain, finally found the army to escort Wan Yichen, and annihilated them all, only to learn that Wan Yichen had died of poison, revenge was broken, he was angry for a while, regretted that he should not return to Beifeng Mountain to find Wan Yichen's body, deep in the Beifeng dense forest, just when he thought he had found Wan Yichen who faked his death but sneaked into the forest to escape, he suddenly rushed out of a few unkempt maniacs, held him down and bit him, he was stunned for a while, blood was lost little by little, and the bone-eating pain he still remembers.

He has become a blood-sucking monster that is inferior to a human ghost, and only fresh blood can make him eliminate hunger and maintain his body, and remorse and anger have tormented him for three years, and this hatred will all intensify in Xiqi Kingdom.

After three years of silence, today, he must capture the Foggy Mountain to obtain the Red Flame Pearl, and then drive straight in, go straight to the Xiqi Shengdu, and then return to the Soul Eater Mountain, break the Spirit Devouring Array, and let Wan Yichen disappear and never be reborn.