At the dawn of late autumn and early winter, the morning sun has not yet risen from the sky, and the air is thick with fog, and the cold wind blows by, making it tempting to wrap your clothes tightly.

On the barren plains, an army of five hundred warriors was now heading northwest on a winding path.

"Chief Heller, what are we going to do this time? It's been more than half a month since we left the imperial capital, and you still won't tell me where we're going. A shiny Hawk-Nosed warrior said to the man in black armor beside him.

The five hundred warriors were all dressed in silver-white armor, except for the man who led the way, who was dressed in heavy black.

The man named Heller did not answer, but looked at the thick fog in front of him with indifferent eyes, and said after a long time: "This is a direct order from His Majesty the King, and there are some things that we still don't want to know." ”

In fact, Heller knew very well in his heart that His Majesty the King was old, and he had slowly begun to let go of government affairs, and put a lot of government affairs in the hands of the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Consul.

And the king has no sons, only three daughters who only know how to dress up all day long, and day by day he thinks about which noble young master in the imperial capital has so much luck to marry the three of them beautiful princesses.

Because of this, the old king was also helpless, so he could only hand over the government affairs to others.

And now, who is the real speaker of the imperial capital? I think everyone knows very well in their hearts! Is it the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Consul? Of course not!

At the same time as them, there was also a team of knights and a team of magicians, and three groups of people from different directions headed towards the same destination - the Monster Mountain.

This was the order that Heller received, and it was said to be the king's will. Of course, whether this is the case or not, it is unknown.

However, as the deputy head of the current Bear Warrior Regiment, he naturally heard some rumors.

It is said that Wren of the Lion Knights had sent a letter back to the imperial capital earlier, saying that on the way to escort the three children back to the imperial capital, two very strange things happened, and two strong knights were lost, and Wren himself was seriously injured.

Although Heller didn't know what was going on, Heller knew very well about Wren's strength that it was a knight with strong fighting quality, and if he could be seriously injured, then things would definitely not be simple.

Moreover, this time the king issued an order to let them three groups of people rush to the outside of the Warcraft Mountain to standby, does this matter have anything to do with the Warcraft?

However, outside the Warcraft Mountains, there have always been defenders of the empire stationed all year round. In previous years, the defenders would send letters of peace to the imperial capital every half month, but after five or six years of peace, the time interval was changed to two months.

Now, in a few days, the peace letter should be sent back to the Empire. Could it be that the rulers of the empire were very uneasy, so they went to the garrison barracks to find out the situation?

The Empire did not want to alarm the civilians, so they generally traveled at night and camped in the woods and mountains during the day to rest.

After more than ten days of long travel, they were about to enter the outer area of the Demon Beast Ridge, and it wouldn't be long before they could see the defenders' barracks.

Heller looked at the fog ahead of her, and for some reason, she felt very uneasy.

At this moment, Heller suddenly saw an extremely faint light appear not far away. He immediately raised his right hand and motioned for the team to stop.

Heller's face turned cold in an instant, you must know that there are no residents in the barren mountains and mountains here, where does the light come from?

Could it be a passing caravan, but who would choose to travel in the middle of the night? Intuition told Heller that there must be something wrong with the light.

Heller winked at his deputy, who immediately raised his torch and walked slowly toward the light.

At this time, the cold wind blew, and the damp mist penetrated into the warriors' armor, and all the warriors couldn't help but shiver.

Not long after, the deputy who had gone to the front to explore the path shouted, "Sir, come and take a look!"

Heller chuckled in his heart, it seemed that his instincts were indeed accurate, and something unusual must have happened ahead.

With a steady pace, Heller led more than 500 warriors slowly forward.

After passing through a thick fog, Heller finally saw his frightened deputy. The deputy pointed to the ground and said, "Sir, here's an oil lamp that is about to burn out, and there's a big pool of blood, and..."

The deputy hadn't finished speaking, but his voice was completely shaky to the point where he couldn't speak.

Heller couldn't help frowning, as the deputy commander of the Bear Warrior Regiment, he hadn't seen any tragic scenes in these years? And this hook-nosed deputy had been following him for two or three years, so it stands to reason that his courage would not be so unbearable.

Heller walked up to the deputy's side, "I can't even say a word, it's a shame..." Who would have expected that Heller couldn't say a word of "human" before he could say a word.

I saw that the feet of the two of them were covered with blood, and further forward, the ground was already dark red. In some places, the blood stains had already condensed slightly, and the bloody qi instantly rushed to the face with the change of wind direction.

Even Heller, who has experienced a hundred battles, can't help but feel dizzy at this time. What's going on here? How can there be so much blood?

Heller endured the feeling of nausea and wanted to vomit, and slowly walked a few steps forward, by this time his steps had become significantly smaller, and there was no longer the big stride he had before.

It wasn't long before he saw a severed arm with bloody flesh on the road not far ahead, followed by a broken leg.

At this time, Heller's body was already a little upset, but the soldier's will told him that he had to keep moving forward to see what was going on.

With his feet on the blood-curdled path, Heller was already struggling to walk, and he moved forward very slowly.

Finally, he was shocked by what he saw, it was a pile of corpses, five or six meters high, each corpse was mutilated, some had no hands, some had different heads, some limbs were all broken and died miserably, and some were just a lump of flesh and blood.

A strong wind blew, and the dense fog around him dissipated a lot, and at a glance, there were at least a dozen hills of corpses like this on the wasteland in front of Heller.

Heller couldn't hold back anymore and vomited wildly. Even a veteran of the legion, like him, who has experienced more than 20 battles of all sizes, is no longer able to control himself at this time, and he keeps vomiting regardless of it. Not to mention those ordinary warriors, who were already in a mess at this time, and the filth on the armor was already everywhere.

On this day, the imperial capital received an urgent report, and the defenders stationed in the Warcraft Mountains were all wiped out!