Dendrobium sat on a luxurious cushion woven of silk, sullenly drinking the soju served in a jade bowl. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Unlike the scattered tribal divisions of the Daredevils, the Totems prefer to live in groups. They like to dig out the underground world in the dark canyons and ravines, carve totems of unknown taste on the stone walls, and then draw the most expressive lines on their bodies.

The underground cave where Dendrobium is located is under the shelter of a large canyon, which is different from the canyon where the imperial army passed through the first front, this is a yin wetland further behind, which is considered the secret palace of the totem clan. Normally, whenever there is a major war, the elite nobles of the totem clan will be evacuated here, and remotely control the direction of the battlefield until the end of the war.

However, at this moment, as Dendrobium, he can only sit on the cushion on the side, because on the tall stone seat in the center, there is a rough figure like an iron tower of the mountain general.

The mountain general, who has been following the Yin general almost without smiling on weekdays, is beginning to show his skills at this time. The front-line information collected by the totem clan, each and every one of them was personally reviewed by him, corrected and sent out, and scattered to all corners of the battlefield. He is like the pivot of a huge mechanical fortress, methodically allowing the entire totem clan to run according to his own will.

Receiving the order were several totem elders of the Young Master Sect, their old bodies moving dryly, like puppets mechanically conveying the instructions of the mountain general, and no one dared to question the correctness of the order, and no one dared to question the identity of the person on the throne.

The elders are like this, and the clansmen below don't dare to ask more.

A few days ago, the second young lord of the Totem tribe accepted the password of the patriarch who was seriously ill in bed, and led a large group of soldiers and a few clan elders who had not yet stood on the side to set off a coup d'état. It's a pity that his army has not yet rushed to the entrance of the cave, and the people have been killed on the spot by the mountain general who got the news in advance, and now the body of the young master is still hanging on the top of the wall next to everyone...... With such a lesson from the past, no one dares to have a rebellious mind.

But there are a lot more people who have fled secretly these days.

Dendrobium continued to drink the sullen wine, and from time to time he peeked at the mountain general sitting on the throne, and his heart was full of flavors. It is impossible for the mountain general to occupy the throne of the totem clan all the time, and I believe that the humans in the city will not be willing to stay in the mountains and forests all the time to be a savage, so this position will be inherited by him sooner or later, which is a good thing! However, in the face of a race whose hearts have been scattered, where is his future path?

After drinking another bowl of wine, he was about to get up when he was hot, but the mountain general on the stone seat stood up first. The giant made of the iron tower threw aside the leather paper in his hand, looked up at the sky and muttered, "It's time to work." ”

Dendrobium looked upwards with the other party's gaze, and saw wisps of emerald green light seeping through the cracks in the crumbling ceiling, and these halos almost dyed the entire gloomy interior of the cave with a clear dark green. Combined with the chaotic veins of the stone crevices, this scene is far more mysterious than the totemic portraits on the walls.

Before Dendrobium could let out a long sigh, the mountain general's huge body galloped out like a giant bear galloping, and picked him up like a chicken, and the terrifying pressure of the oncoming air filled his mouth and nose, almost making him unable to breathe.

The two of them hurried out of the grotto, and within a quarter of an hour they appeared in a mountain stream a few miles away.

The earth was stepped out of the pit by the sudden arrival of the behemoth, the dirt and grass clippings splashed, and the group of Daer, who was rushing in front of them, immediately stopped their horses. Unexpectedly, because the other party's appearance was too frightened, the fierce horse under him, which was accustomed to battlefield fighting, was still frightened, and the animal neighed and raised its front hooves, almost instinctively throwing the little man on its back down.

"Your Majesty!"

Duke hurriedly rushed forward to catch Dale's body, and Pat drew the knight's sword at his waist to protect it discreetly in front of the two.

"Is that your ......?"

Dai Er pursed her lips, she had seen the faces of the mountain general and the dendrobium in the previous meeting, so she naturally knew the origin of these two people, and the mountain general of the Black Dragon Society was also regarded as a well-known Sanctuary powerhouse, as an important member of the Dark Night Group, she probably knew the other party's intelligence information.

"Yo, isn't this the little girl who has been following Corbett, why are there so many green points of light on her body, let me see."

The mountain general who found the target smiled innocently, revealing a curious look, as if he really stopped the three people because he was surprised by the green brilliance. Dendrobium secretly sneered on the side, if anyone really believes in this big man's silly performance, it is a real stupid fork.

Just when the smiling mountain general wanted to reach out and grab the emerald green chain floating on Dai'er's chest, Pat stepped forward and slashed at the mountain general's forearm: "Who allows you to touch Dai'er's crown with your dirty hands, get out!" ”

The mountain general did not roll away, his mountain-like body remained unmoved, and only a small wound was scratched on his arm.

"Interesting, Guardian Knight, do you know who you're protecting?" The general's smile remained the same, and he reached out with lightning speed, grabbed Pat's slender neck, and carried the other party into the air with ease.

With his size, carrying anyone is the same as carrying a chicken.

Dale's face turned pale, and she and Duke watched as Pat was carried into the air by the monstrous giant, and within ten seconds the loyal guardian knight who had only thought out of her was blood-red, his eyes bulging, and his face looked like a toad about to be crushed to death.

Seeing that the dying man in his hand wanted to stop talking, the mountain general finally showed a grim smile: "It seems that you know a little bit of the inside story, but I'm still curious, a waste like you can also be a knight of the assassin god vessel, and there is no one on the Holy See side who can show his hand?" ”

Where can Pat, who is already dying, be able to fight back? At this moment, he couldn't even hold the short sword in his hand, so he could only use all the strength he had left to turn his head and signal Dale and Duke to flee first.

However, Duke was already so stunned that he couldn't even think of escaping. He had known for a long time that Dale was a descendant of the Jonson family, and that she was of divine blood, but what did Egudao Jonson have to do with the legendary god of formations, and the god of assassins, Evan? How could his descendants have just become the vessel of another Lord God?

It stands to reason that since it is the container of the main god, it is not too much for the Holy See to embrace Daile as a guest, and even crown a god. Why did Delle join the Dark Night Group? How did the Johnsons disappear overnight? What's more, he had never heard of similar news before, and it is estimated that the Holy See itself has not heard of this matter.

It's messed up...... It's messed up......

It was not only Duke who was in trouble, but also Dale, who suddenly fell into the most desperate situation when she saw that Uncle Pat, who was closest to her, was about to die, and Duke was also languishing on the side. The contradictions between Protestantism and the Holy See are irreconcilable, and once she, the embodiment of God, is captured by the Empire and Protestantism, the only end is endless torment and fear.

As...... Just cut off the rest of your life here, and save yourself from living a life that is worse than death in the future.

She closed her eyes, her heart was bitter, her family was destroyed, and she was a teenager who could only run around all the year round, thinking about how to take revenge...... Now it seems that I have lived a very unfortunate life.

The incarnation of God...... How much does this ethereal title really mean?

She liked to practice assassination since she was a child, but there were only formation masters in her family, and until the Jonson clan was wiped out, she did not find a famous teacher who could really teach her the way of assassination.

The god of assassins? If it was such a great deity that dwelt in her body, why couldn't she help her truly follow the path of the Assassins?

Only at this moment, she subconsciously imprinted the figure of the white dress in her mind.

If he could become an Assassin Grandmaster like him, he would probably be awakened by laughter in his dreams, right? (To be continued.) )