The cold knife-like wind cut the third brother's face, and he could barely feel the coldness of the night.

His legs were sore, and every breath of softness forced him to stop his movements, so that his body could rest after being exhausted to the extreme.

Willpower became the only thing he could rely on at this time, and all his past experiences were not as thrilling and humiliating as they are now.

The young man who called himself Mo Yun was always one step away from him, even though his arm was injured and he smelled the blood delivered by the wind between his noses.

The third brother was chased for an unknown amount of time, and at first he could faintly hear the chasing sound of his companions, but as time went by, only he and Mo Yun were left, running along a route that no one guessed in a panic.

"Is this a madman?" Several times an idea popped into the third brother's mind, stop and let him catch it. Anyway, the man who was chasing after him always hung behind his back. Yes, except for the beginning, Mo Yun's speed was slowed down due to the crossbow arrows, and in the rest of the time, his speed was completely able to catch the third brother.

The strange thing is that Mo Yun didn't do this all the time. It's like a cat catching a mouse.

Mo Yun just whispered on the back of the third brother's neck from time to time: "If you give me something, I won't chase you." ”

"Get out! This is earned by the brothers with their lives! The third brother suffered from that humiliation all his life, and his anger kept burning his heart.

"Rush!"

"Kill you grandma!"

"Ah~"

Suddenly, the whole field of vision brightened, and the noise from all sides against the wind hit the ears of the two of them.

The bloody qi burned in the air, and the third brother flashed a machete that slashed horizontally by instinct, and he could clearly see the blood stains left on the machete and the head that had just flown out horizontally, as well as the soldiers who killed him with a hideous face.

This is an ongoing war.

Both of them forgot that this was the Plains of War, a vast plain where wars of all kinds were going on all the time.

With a bang, the third brother's back palm was flat, and he turned his hand and slapped the opposite soldier to the ground.

Mo Yun stopped, and with a long arm, he pulled the third brother, who was about to fall, behind him:

"Protect my life, I only want things, not dead people."

The third brother swallowed a mouthful of saliva that didn't exist at all, and an empty cough sounded in his dry throat, and the moment he heard Mo Yun's voice, a thought flashed in his mind - what he was holding tightly was a peerless murderer stuffed in his cloth pocket.

A gun that is given an extreme danger rating in all the sources.

The crossbow arrow had barbs, deep into the flesh, and when it was pulled out, the blood flowed nonstop, for Mo Yun, who had been chasing for a long time, it suddenly stopped at this moment, which also made him faint a little, and he felt that he was going to fall to the ground in the next second.

This red-eyed war between the two sides has wrapped him in it, and he has no power to escape, only a battle.

The rising sun gradually dispelled the darkness, and also showed a deeper undertone to the battle between these soldiers—the color of crazy killing, but also the color of death.

Jin Ge resonated, flesh and blood flying.

Mo Yun and the third brother are in the middle of this battlefield at the moment.

Just as Mo Yun was estimating how he could dodge perfectly, the sound of hooves hitting the ground came from all around.

The third brother felt that he had water in his throat at the moment, was that a response from the extreme dryness?

The whole battlefield was in the midst of this huge and uniform sound, and there was another commotion that was completely different from the fighting-

"Artifact Army! We were deceived! This is the Artifact Army! ”

The armies wrapped in fine armor each hold different equipment in their hands, and they are special militarized servants of Lang Pavilion who specialize in testing new weapons.

At this moment, the soldiers on both sides who were killing each other in the circle were the subjects of the test.

"All weapons have to be fought on the battlefield, and weapons that don't see blood will never appear on our shelves. The name of our Langge quality is the best in the world, and it is not something that the dwarves of [Taicheng] can cut off with a few mouths. 'Soldiers and wealth are clear, and no dead people are involved' is the business tenet of Langge. On a small high slope not far from this battlefield, a pot-bellied man took the see-through glass away from his eyes and smiled and accepted the deposit handed by several people in parallel.

"Of course, the quality of Lang Pavilion is assured in our city. My lord sent me to recruit this group of poor people, can Mr. Xi give us a little more discount for the sake of providing test materials in our city. ”

"It depends on whether they can endure the slaughter of the new weapons. The more samples we have, the longer the time we have, and the more data we collect, the better these weapons will meet your requirements. That's a good thing for everyone, isn't it? Xi Gongzi said, raised the hand that had collected the deposit, and waved it fiercely, his eyes were full of excitement, like a demon about to eat blood food.

"Guns!" The third brother had seen the weapon army in his early years, and he knew too well the temperament of these weapons dealers who killed people without blinking.

"Grab it." Mo Yun felt that something cold and penetrating through his muscles and bones was stuffed into his hand. The third brother's other hand grasped the other end of the handleless sword.

"Isn't this a sword?" Mo Yun's face showed confusion.

"Wipe the blood on it, and my blood." The third brother said to himself, his palm had been cut, and the blood oozing out flowed into the sword groove.

Mo Yun glanced at the third brother's messy face, and wiped the blood that was still flowing on his arm.

"You're going to kill someone, aren't you?" The third brother's voice was hoarse.

"I don't kill people."

"A lot of people are going to die later, maybe both of us will die too. It's fierce. The third brother's eyes showed fear, "I don't want to die yet." ”

......

"Tian Dakou!" Xi Gongzi shouted after waving his arm.

A thin man with scars on his face trotted up from behind: "Si, our scavenging team guarantees to complete the task." ”

After he finished speaking, he took the lead and ran in the direction of the battlefield, followed by several thin people like him.

"Scavengers?"

"The sword has no eyes, and the artifact army is so expensive, how can it be used to collect weapons. It's not a pity that these scavengers die, it's good to clean up the battlefield, and they will beg. Xi Gongzi looked at the unilateral massacre that began in the distance, and said with a strained face.

"Haha, they're all born cheap." Several merchants from other countries or those who were ordered to buy troops who were next to him echoed and laughed.

"Secretary ......," a servant approached from behind and whispered a few words to Secretary Xi.

"Everyone, look here, the weapon tested this time is the latest product of our Langge, and it has never appeared in other areas." Xi Sishi laughed loudly, turned around and walked down. On the side of Xiao Gaopo, Vice Lin, who had not slept all night, was still falling into the ice cave at this moment, and repeatedly muttered to himself:

"The murderer is gone...... The murderer is gone. ”

......

Some soldiers began to look for a breakthrough, but more soldiers gathered together, although they were still fighting each other a moment ago.

The weapons of the artifact army had been put on well, and the banner soldier who had been waiting for a long time saw the palm that was waved.

He raised the flag.

......

Mo Yun watched the surroundings become more and more chaotic, he had the intention to escape, but the long chase also greatly drained his physical strength.

Once he stopped, he didn't fall to the ground, he already felt that it was a miracle, and he couldn't do it at the moment when he started running again.

Siye is vast, and he doesn't know what to do at the moment anyway, and his expression, which has been very serious, eased down: "Can this sword save our lives?" It's amazing. ”

"Look at how much it reaps."

"Murderers?"

"One of the fiercest soldiers in the world." Sweat rolled on the third brother's face: "Hmm...... Perhaps, it is the fiercest in the world. ”

"Sounds amazing. But if we're going to survive, you're going to have to take this, uh, the sword...... Gun? Give me. I don't kill. ”

The third brother looked at the young man who was actually a little immature under the early morning light, listened to his words, and thought:

"Don't be a fool."