What the hell is going on? Jing Ling wondered in his heart, he remembered that Leo, who had been killed by himself, had said that Falow was a cavalry captain, but now why was he dressed like a businessman? And what about the weapons in this carriage?

But before Jing Ling could think about it, the sound of a leather whip whipping a horse suddenly exploded in his ears, and then the carriage began to shake violently. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jing Ling knew that the caravan was starting to advance, and the bumpy carriage made his wound ooze some blood, and felt the slightest pain in the wound, Jing Ling said helplessly in his heart: Fortunately, he was only hit by a knife wound in his back and left arm, but although the wound is not deep, and the bleeding has been stopped by me with a point method, I must treat the wound as soon as possible, otherwise I will definitely die once I am infected with bacteria.

Although he felt exhausted, Jing Ling's gaze was as sharp as a cold blade, and his identity in his previous life had created his cold character, and the encounters in this life might have wiped away his only trace of tenderness and childishness.

When he first saw Leo, he didn't bow his head until he was forced to kiss Bais's shoes by Badillo, all of which silently told that Jing Ling's heart had been changed.

Although he was only thinking about how to save the slaves in the arena at the moment, he himself did not realize that there was a hatred in his heart, which was a kind of resistance of his nature to this dark age.

This hatred will gradually permeate his heart, and when he has enough strength, this dark and rotten despot. The world will tremble and shatter because of him!

The caravan marched all the way, but Kyungei, who was hiding in the carriage, did not know where he was, so he could only open his tired eyelids as best he could and seek a perfect opportunity to escape. Otherwise, when this group of soldiers disguised as traders came to pick up weapons, he would face life and death in his sleep.

As the sun began to set, night gradually became the master of the world, and the caravan sailed along the river in a field, ahead of which was a long forest, which looked eerie in the light of the growing moonlight, and the cold wind that blew from time to time was like the wail of a lonely ghost, causing the caravan horses to scream.

Listening to the roar of thousands of horses, Jing Ling's heart suddenly had a sense of fear, and he opened the wheat stalk to try to find out what was going on outside the carriage, but the carriage suddenly stopped moving forward, causing him to withdraw his hand suddenly.

The groom, who only listened to the car, muttered quietly, "I think the chief will soon give the order to set up camp, after all, it is not a good thing to go around the forest of corpses at night." ”

A forest of corpses? Jing Ling seemed to have some impression of this place, but in the end, he couldn't remember what it was, maybe because the memory cells of this body had not been activated by him, so he simply didn't think about it so much. Now the priority is to find a way to get out of this 'caravan' as far away as possible.

As the groom had predicted, Falow soon gave the order to set up camp and ask everyone to prepare for battle. Thousands of soldiers disguised as 'traders' began to divide and cooperate, some camping in piles, while others sorted the leather armor of their horses and the weapons and armor of the soldiers and dry rations from the wagons.

The night was getting darker, but the army didn't do anything to light it, like an army of darkness that was completely integrated into the night.

Before the soldiers could carry the goods in the wagon, Jing Ling seized the opportunity to escape from the carriage and plan to sneak into the river at night.

But he forgot one of the deadliest problems, which was that he had been hiding in the carriage wet, and the wheat stalks were sticking to his body when they were wet with water, making him look like a monster covered in soft thorns.

The moment he jumped out of the carriage, he suddenly became the focus of the audience, even if the moonlight was no longer powerful, the blind man could notice that he was such a monster with thorns all over his body.

"There's a lot of work!"

A soldier shouted a gong, and Jing Ling's hair suddenly stood on end, and he ran away without saying a word, but the soldiers around him gradually surrounded him.

Before the dense encirclement was formed, Jing Ling mustered all his strength to escape, and finally rushed into a camp, and the first image that came into view was the light. Upper body Fallo!

Fallow looked at Jing Ling who suddenly rushed in with a shocked expression, his body trembled violently, as if he thought of something, and hurriedly put on the clothes he was going to take off. But he was still a step late, and Jing Ling had already seen a tattoo in the center of his back through the moonlight.

It was a triangular-headed viper hovering over a sharp sword, the snake's pupils were painted in an eerie green, and the snake's phosphorus was rendered in purple, giving people a sense of coldness.

Jing Ling didn't know what the sword snake pattern represented, but Falow looked at him in shock.

At the moment when Falow was in a daze, Jing Ling took out Falo's saber hanging on the branch of the camp tent and slashed towards the camp tent without hesitation. With a loud 'tear', a wide opening was made in the tent, and Kyoling threw down Farrot's sword, and ran through the gap and in the direction of the forest.

At this time, Fallow came back from his stupor, and he shouted in shock and anger: "Catch up, shoot and kill!" ”

As soon as the soldiers chased into the camp tent, Jing Ling disappeared, and when they saw the big opening in the camp tent, the soldiers who had been fighting all year round immediately guessed what was going on. I saw them quickly step on the war horses and chase in the direction of Jing Ling's escape, and some of them even controlled their horses with their legs and bent their bows and arrows at Jing Ling.

The sound of 'whirring' wind in Kyoling's ears erupted in fear of death, escaping from the scythe of death at a speed comparable to that of a cheetah. At this moment, he had long forgotten the pain of the wound to the nerves, and only thought about escaping into the forest and reducing the mobility of the cavalry to the greatest extent, so that he could have a chance to escape!

The sound of bowstring vibrating from time to time behind him, Jing Ling could only pray in his heart that his character would explode, and he didn't know which god heard his prayer. I saw several arrows flying past his body, and finally fell to the ground one after another due to the exhaustion of power.

Under the murderous gaze of the cavalry, Jing Ling rushed into the forest, and the junction between the forest and the field seemed to be a horizontal ditch that concealed the killing machine, making the cavalry chasing behind him pull the reins one after another.

At this moment Farlow and the horse-faced officer also rode after him, and one of the horsemen pointed to the long forest and reported to Farlow: "Sir, he has fled in. ”

"Then chase me in!" Falo shouted angrily with a hideous face.

The cavalryman looked at Falow with a frightened expression, he had never seen his commander so furious.

The horse-faced officer said to Falo, "My lord, the corpse forest is perennially full of miasma, and people who stay in it for only a few minutes will be poisoned to death, and soldiers must not be allowed to enter it to hunt down that monster." ”

Fallow took a deep breath, and after calming down a little, he said to the horse-faced officer, "Dean, he'...... I saw that pattern. ”

Dean's body shuddered violently, and he pondered for a moment, then shouted to the cavalry who came one after another: "Surround this forest, and never let that monster escape!" ”

"Yes, my lord!"

The cavalry replied in unison, and then lined up and drew a long perimeter at the junction of the forest and the field. But even if fifteen hundred cavalry were lined up, they could only pull out a small perimeter at the edge of the forest, because of the fact that this windswept forest seemed to have no borders.

Although the sight at night was not as good as that of day, in the eyes of the cavalry, the stunning scenery ahead still made them marvel at the magic of nature.

The misty forest seemed to flicker in the moonlight, and the cold wind swayed one after another tree waves, the rustling of the tree waves was very pleasant, but the cold wind like a ghost crying wolf broke the dreamy feeling given by the sound of the tree waves.