After receiving Vivas's letter, Wendsol was keenly aware of the anomaly, and he was worried that things would get out of hand, so he reported to his superiors and immediately led the team to rush over. At this time, Gelmar arrived with a team www.biquge.info of knights of the Holy Light, and their mission was not to cooperate with Wendsol to get food, but in fact the opposite.

The belief in the Light is common in the human realm, including the Dwarves, but in the north this faith is gradually being abandoned, and she has come to re-establish the people's devotion to the Light. To rule a country, the use of force is the least reliable method, and common faith is the best glue.

However, Gelma's face was now ugly, even a little angry, and when they passed by the previous village, they saw a lot of people, but none of them were alive. It was clear that the guy named Vivas had carried out a massacre and was extremely cruel.

Not only her, the captain of the knights, but also the subordinates she led also had a cold expression, deliberately keeping a distance from the Northern Legion, and did not communicate with them at all.

"Praise the Light, Captain Knight, I think there must be a misunderstanding here." Windsol wanted to try to ease the atmosphere, and took the initiative to talk to Gelma, "You know, this is war, killing is not necessarily evil, many times it is forced to helpless. ”

Germa was not moved at all, looked ahead with an expressionless face and replied: "Are you forced to fall to death the baby?" ”

Wendthor was choked and speechless.

As a soldier, he knew very well that war never avoided slaughter, but it was often only the defeated who were judged. Windsol shrugged his shoulders without saying anything, and at the same time scolded in his heart, why is Vivas so unlucky?

However, this is not a big stain, and there is no slaughter in the whole territory, although the Knights of the Holy Light have a transcendent status, they and the army are two systems, and they can't do anything about their own leadership with this little thing.

As they spoke, the two drove out of the second village, and a pile of corpses still emitting blue smoke appeared in front of everyone. Countless corpses were entangled, charred by the fire, shrinking less than a meter and piled up to 5 meters high, looking like some kind of animal's nest.

This sudden scene stunned everyone, and more than 10,000 people were silent.

Everyone's faces turned pale in an instant, including the Northern Legionnaires, Wendthor clenched the reins in his hand and trembled slightly, and his heart was beating wildly. The current situation can no longer be explained by resistance, and with this picture alone, he Wendsol will have to be examined by a court-martial!

"Damn it, what did that Vivas guy do?!" Windsor yelled angrily, he had to make a statement, he couldn't carry this black cauldron anymore.

It worked so well that no one spoke, and his voice was heard throughout the village. In fact, like those soldiers, they don't want to share this responsibility, and they can't bear it.

After a long time, Germa rolled over and dismounted, stumbled to the side of the corpse, seemed to want to do something, but did not know what to do, and finally turned back to look at his men.

"How do I bury these bodies?" Gema asked helplessly.

The Knights of the Holy Light looked at each other, and the last one replied in a loud voice: "I'm afraid not, these people are all carbonized, and they are all glued together, as long as they move, I am afraid that they will turn into flying ashes." ”

Hearing this, Gelma's face welled up with deep sadness, and he was at a loss.

As if thinking of something, Wendthor stared at him and beckoned lightly behind him. Another lieutenant commander, Veron, urged his horse to his side, poked his head closer, and waited for his command.

"You quietly stay with a group of people, and when we all drive over......" With that, Wendthor winked at the pile of corpses.

Veron nodded knowingly, retracted the reins, and began to retreat quietly.

Finally, after wandering for a long time, Germa had to hit the road, where she couldn't do anything. It's just that this time they were completely unwilling to go with the Northern Army, so they got on their horses and marched directly and led in front of the brigade.

Wendthor hurriedly ordered the whole army to march quickly, closely following the Knights of the Holy Light, while he himself chased all the way, still keeping parallel to Gelma, which was necessary.

The large army that had accelerated its march soon drove out of the village and gradually disappeared at the end of the horizon, when a group of men and horses flashed out of a small forest behind the village, led by the deputy commander Veron.

"Smash, smash, smash, be sure to wait for a spring rain, no trace can be seen!"

Veron yelled, and the soldiers drew their weapons, threw themselves on the pile of corpses, and began slashing wildly. The corpses had been burned to black charcoal, and when touched they turned into fly ashes, the crematorium immediately steamed black ashes.

The soldiers coughed loudly, and finally choked on it, so they took off the military food bag and tied it to their faces, covered their mouths and noses, and continued to dry. Constantly people couldn't bear it, rushed out and threw themselves on the ground and retched loudly, Veron stood far away on his horse, watching this scene coldly, and kept shouting loudly.

The twilight of spring has passed, and the rain is coming, when the time comes, everything here will return to nature.

Ahead, Wendthor glanced back, and when he turned his head, his face was a little relieved, and although he couldn't see anything, he knew what was going on there.

Compared to the impulsive and irritable Vivas, Veron has never made any mistakes in his work, and Wendsol has great trust in him.

It's just that these Holy Light Knights have all witnessed it with their own eyes, what should they do with them?

When Wendsol was struggling, Cheng Xiaotian was also having a headache, the red dragon had been chasing for a long time, but not only did it show no signs of calmness, but it became more and more crazy, just like a schizophrenic madman.

Well, he's just schizophrenic......

"I'm going to kill you!" There was another roar from Vielan, followed by a big inhale, and Cheng Xiaotian didn't need to look back to know that the thing was about to start spitting dragon breath again.

In fact, this is not useful, its dragon breath is very powerful to ordinary people, but it will not be of any use at all to Cheng Xiaotian, who has built the foundation of the Great Perfection. Even if Cheng Xiaotian doesn't do anything and let him burn, there is no problem at such a long distance.

Five minutes passed, the wind was howling in the rear, the sky was dyed red, and another breath of dragon breath rushed over. Cheng Xiaotian's earth talisman that had already been ready to be sent back, and a big seal flew towards the dragon's breath.

Although this dragon breath may not have hurt him, he doesn't want to become bald, so he resists every time.

In the Five Elements, fire gives birth to earth, and the Great Seal is burned by the dragon's breath, and it immediately becomes larger, completely blocking the way of the fire. Immediately after that, there was a "boom", the big seal shattered, and Vieland collided directly.

He chased and sprayed all the way, and he was very tired when he got here, but he seemed to be in a state of chaos now, and he only knew how to work hard, and he didn't think about giving up at all.

Dragon's breath can't be cast continuously, and Vielan doesn't know how to use other spells, so the next can only be another boring chase. However, in his rage, he did not notice that there were hundreds of blue-clad cavalry in the dense forest below, running to the southwest.

It was a part of the Shushan Revenge Army led by Lan Ya.

"It's your lord!" The sword light flashed overhead, and a female soldier pointed above and exclaimed loudly.

Before he could finish speaking, another roar was heard in the sky, and a huge red dragon flew over.

"Turn your head! Go and support the adults! Lanya screamed, jumped up from the horse, flew to her feet on her own with the long sword on her back, and slid forward a few hundred meters with her in her arms.

Next, the war horses in the forest neighed, and the whole team turned around on the spot and began to chase one man and one dragon in the sky. (To be continued.) )