"Quick, Quarkek, they're ahead!"

Nordink strode at the front of the line with a giant axe, his face full of arrogance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 InfoAlthough he was once a member of the Barbarians, he has now abandoned this status and is only Hardinson's right-hand man, the vice-lord of New Harlogas.

The team of more than 2,000 people hurried all the way and gradually formed a long queue. In the darkness of the night, torches swirled and spread over the icy land of the Arrett Plateau, like a giant snake.

"Stop!" Nordink estimated that it was about this distance, but he didn't hear the slightest movement of the fight, and immediately felt bad and raised his hand to signal the team to stop.

The people behind gradually gathered. Nordink wondered. According to Hardinson's plan, it is estimated that Quarkek and other barbarian elites will be lured to the vicinity of here. But there was silence in front of him, and there was no movement except for the rapid wheezing of the team as they were hurrying.

"Let's get a few people to the front and have a look." Nordink can be Hardinson's deputy, in addition to being strong, there is also a cautious heart under the rugged appearance.

Several Assassins quickly stepped out of the group, quickly disappearing into the darkness of night. About ten minutes later, a few fires suddenly flashed in the distance. Nordink's eyes lit up and he immediately beckoned the team to rush over.

Arriving there, the Assassins who had gone to investigate formed a circle like a blank wood. Nordink strode forward, impatiently pushing away the assassin in front of him, his eyes swept away, and his heart was put down.

There was indeed a battle here.

Nordink's gaze swept over the remaining traces of battle on the ground, and something bad gradually grew in his heart. Except for a few footprints that were deeply embedded in the ground, the only anomaly was that it seemed to have been turned over within a radius of about ten meters. The stones in the ground were turned out.

What skill is this causing the traces?

Nordink panicked. Searching through his memories, he couldn't figure out which class's skills could have such an effect. The fear of the unknown is an innate human instinct. He hurriedly beckoned the others to come over and guess together.

"It seems that there was some kind of shock, caused by the mage's skills, right?" A druid rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully.

"No, neither an ice mage, a fire mage, nor an electric mage can cause such an effect." Immediately, a mage stood up and retorted: "It seems to be a pure power-type skill, but I guess it's mostly caused by the paladin's skill." ”

This mage was very discerning, knew that Nordink was a barbarian, and decisively pushed the pot on the head of the paladin. The Paladin's level 30 ultimate, the Fist of Heaven, has the potential to cause such a concussion.

"No way, paladins don't have such pure strength-type skills. Even if it's the Fist of Heaven, there should be a remnant of holy light nearby. But I didn't find anything. Of course, the paladin refused to take the blame, and soon someone jumped out to refute it.

Now everyone knows it. The plan is so flawed that it can't be done perfectly. When we return to New Harlogas, someone will inevitably be scapegoated. What the? You say you're on a mission, and you don't care what kind of secret tricks Quarkek people have unleashed? Don't make trouble, don't find a scapegoat, and you have to let the city lord take the blame?

For a while, the crowd was excited. Each profession tries to exclude the possibility of its own profession. Necromancers, Amazons, assassins, and other professions are happy to lull the waters to the side. No matter how much you talk about it, it won't involve you.

"That's enough." Nordink is not stupid, knowing that his subordinates are discussing on the surface, but in fact they are trying to make others take the blame. He was also helpless. Hardinson is such a conceited man that he will find a scapegoat among these people afterwards.

"Are there any other finds nearby?" Nordink's face sank and he shouted.

"Lord Nordink, there are a few footprints here." Soon someone was shouting over there.

Nordink parted the crowd and strode over. When I got there, I looked down, and indeed, there were a few shallow footprints on the surface that stretched all the way into the distance.

"Let's go."

The group set off again, following the footprints all the way. It didn't take long to come to the place where Hardinson had died. Nordink's eyesight was good, and he could see the decapitated head in the night from a distance. Who else could it be if it wasn't Hardinson.

Nordink panicked. He never thought that Hardinson would die in such a place. He hurried to quicken his pace. When he got closer and took a closer look, his heart was cold.

Indeed, it was Hardinson, yes.

At this time, others also discovered Huttinson's death. The team suddenly became panicked. New Harlogas can be said to be a city that Hardinson has built up alone. Hardinson is the spiritual pillar in their hearts. But now the spiritual pillar has been cut off.

Someone in the ranks howled in fear and began to cry. An atmosphere of despair permeated the ranks. No one knows what to do in the future. Where will the new Harogas go, no one can come forward and give an answer. It was as if everyone had foreseen the end of the new Harlogas disintegrating.

Nordink was also a master of the six gods at this time, and his face was dead.

After losing his only son and suffering a catastrophe, Hardinson became very paranoid. The great racial integration he advocated has completely changed its flavor after several years of development. Under his advocacy, anyone can have a super-friendly relationship with the target of their choice. No one is allowed to stop it. It can be said that success is also Xiao He, and defeat is also Xiao He.

New Hallogas has a strong attraction because of this corrupt and depraved environment. The reborn professionals and civilians were gradually reversed, and became extremely depraved and loyal to Hardinson. But because of this, all professionals and civilians who still have a conscience and a correct view are determined to resist the annexation and expansion of New Harlogas.

Now that Hardinson is dead, even Nordink can't guarantee a smooth takeover of the new Harlogas.

After a long time, Nordink regained his composure. At this time, he suddenly realized that this was a great opportunity for himself. New Harogas is now leaderless, and if he can control New Harogas, then the future of the Arret Plateau and the whole world will be subjugated at his feet. His heart was on fire.

"Hardinson, don't blame me for changing your plans." The corners of Nordink's mouth curled up fiercely, and he immediately shouted, "Brothers, those damned barbarians killed Lord Huttinson. We want revenge. Let their women be our slaves ****** the little cubs born to those women! ”

"Ulla!" Everyone's eyes turned red, and they were gasping for heavy breath. The images of those women in IAN, letting the children they give birth to be their own slaves, are so pleasant.

With just one word, Nordink succeeded in stirring up the darkness in everyone's hearts and accepted their allegiance smoothly. Seeing that the first step was effective, Nordink no longer hesitated, beckoned the two men to bring Hardinson's corpse, pointed in the direction of New Harlogas, and roared: "Come back with me and tell them about Lord Hutinson's death." We want revenge. Those barbarians deserve nothing more than tools for us to vent! ”

"Revenge! Get you back! ”

The slogans echoed in the night, and they never stopped. A long dragon of torches winds its way through the cold earth, stretching into the distance.