Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

A team of wolf cavalry, ten fierce orcs, galloped in the starry night, no one spoke, even the wild and untamable wolves were silent, and the whole team was as cold as a piece of ice. All riders wore standard wallets and carried double-edged battle axes behind their backs, advancing in a skirmish.

The red mound was reflected in the moonlight into a cold white, and the cavalry galloped quickly, almost silently, until they came to the stone house. The captain, a middle-aged orc with braided hair, raised his hand to stop his subordinates, gently took the reins, and watched around the new grave in front of the door.

"Guest, are you back again?"

An old voice came from the room, and the ten orcs immediately grabbed the handle of the axe, and were stopped by their captain with a look.

"Old man, have you ever had a guest here?" The team leader asked in a gentle tone.

Da Da Da ......

There was a slight thump in the room, and the mother of the mallet moved to the door with a wooden stool, looking left and right at the white moon, looking at her gray eyes, and the cavalrymen looked at each other and frowned. A blind man and a lame man, I'm afraid I can't provide any information.

A cavalryman came to the squad leader with the reins and whispered: "My lord, when he is done, he will definitely return the same way, and we will immediately chase southeast, maybe ......"

The captain didn't react when he heard this, and looked at his mother coldly, motionless.

"Oh, are you also the comrades of the mallet?" The mallet girl was excited again, she couldn't see, but her hearing was excellent, and she could hear the cavalryman's words clearly.

"Well, we're all comrades-in-arms of the mallet." The captain responded casually, grabbed the wolf's waist, and slowly walked towards the mallet girl, although his words were gentle, his eyes became colder and colder.

After the mallet mother got an affirmative answer. Eagerly touched the door frame, propped up the bench and moved over the threshold, his face showed joy, and said, "They are all brothers of the mallet!" Fast. Please...... It's a pity that my wife is not in good health, and there is nothing to entertain you at home. ”

"No, you don't." The cavalry squad leader replied casually, his eyes vigilantly patrolling left and right, and then looked into the door. After nothing, his face became gloomy.

"Distinguished guests? Do you want to rest? The bed on my mallet is still there, and I clean it up often, and it's very clean. The mallet mother turned her head and said.

"Really?" The cavalry squad leader bowed his head in thought, answering the question. Suddenly, there was a gleam in his eyes, and he looked at the mallet mother and urged the wolf to come over.

"yes, yes." The mallet mother was a little chattering, and she couldn't help but owe, "My mallet has been stupid since he was a child." In the army, thanks to the care of the brothers. ”

"It's not hard." The team leader said lightly, slowly raised his hand, and grabbed the handle of the axe behind his back.

Scold.

The double-edged battle axe was untied, and the axe surface and the clasp made a metallic friction sound, and the mallet's mother was stunned, thinking that he was disarming, and asked, "Guest, are you tired?"

"It's a little tired." The squad leader's tone turned cold, and he grasped the handle of the axe with both hands. Raised diagonally, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes, he slashed at the neck of the mallet mother!

Airplanes!

The cavalry looked at this scene coldly, although they did not understand what it meant. But no one stopped them, like a cold statue. Stimulated by the cold blade, the mallet mother's body stiffened and shivered.

Just when the huge tomahawk broke through the air and was about to split to the moment, suddenly. A blue light flashed out of thin air, slashing across the mother's chest, grazing her throat against the blade of the axe.

Bite!

The spark flashed, and the cavalry squad leader felt a violent tremor in his hands, and the tomahawk flew out of his hands. The mallet's mother went limp and collapsed on the ground.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"I knew you were still there!"

The squad leader and the mallet mother shouted at the same time.

The wolf roared, and the remaining nine horsemen raised their hands to take down their battle axes, urging their mounts to pounce forward at the same time, encircling the white figure.

Cheng Xiaotian actually didn't leave, and now he was finally forced to appear.

"Lord of the Arathi Basin?" The team leader pulled out the scimitar next to the saddle and stared at Cheng Xiaotian, his eyes began to flash with bloodthirsty light. "We are the Kukaron Guard, since we have come to the orc territory, let's stay."

Cheng Xiaotian didn't look up at all, he pinched a trick with his left hand, and a soft green glow flashed in his palm, and gently pressed it on the top of the head of the mallet mother. As soon as the spiritual power vomited, the trembling body of the mallet mother was stunned, and she fell asleep.

"It doesn't matter who I am, why should I kill my own people?" Standing up and looking at the team leader, Cheng Xiaotian's eyes were still indifferent, and in the face of his gaze, the team leader couldn't help but shudder.

As the elite of the Kukaron Guard, he had seen the most ferocious enemy, the most tyrannical murderer, and the most domineering leader, but it was the first time he had seen Cheng Xiaotian with such an expression. Those dark eyes were like death, only death, and they were already dead.

The team leader was a little annoyed and angry, when was he afraid of death?!

"Her family collaborated with the enemy chieftain, and she had committed a capital crime!" The squad leader gritted his teeth.

Cheng Xiaotian's expression became a little lonely, and he said softly: "So, now that the enemy chief is in front of you, what are you waiting for?"

Hearing this, the squad leader took a deep breath and roared like thunder: "Kill!"

"Kill!" Ten cavalrymen roared in unison, the encirclement contracted, and ten sharp blades slashed at the same time.

"I've been delaying for too long." Cheng Xiaotian shook his head and sighed lightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, the extinguished blue light flickered, and with a swirl of sword light, the head of a Kukaron cavalryman flew up.

Immediately after that, this bit of sword light was like a jumping elf, a smart firefly, shuttling back and forth in the cavalry cluster, taking away a life with every acceleration. The cavalry roared wildly, wielding their weapons desperately, but they could not touch anything, not even the figure of the enemy chieftain.

One after another headless corpses fell to the ground, and the bloody gas in the air became thicker and thicker, and when the ninth corpse fell into the dust, Cheng Xiaotian finally showed his figure. He was dressed in white and stood in place, as if he had never moved.

The only team leader who was still alive tightened his heart, swallowed his saliva, his chest rose and fell violently, and the wolf under his crotch whimpered and took a step back.

"The enemy chief is still in front of you, why did you stop?"

Cheng Xiaotian's cold words were like knives, cutting through the pride of the Kukaron squad leader, and when he heard this, madness flashed in his eyes, and he screamed strangely, rushed up again, and rushed to death without hesitation.

Cheng Xiaotian looked at him coldly and muttered to himself, "That's right."

With that, he opened his mouth and sprayed, and a cluster of blue stars erupted in a cone shape and shot directly into the squad leader's chest, and the stars condensed halfway through, turning into the blue flying sword.

Burst!

The sword light passed through his chest, and the team leader's heart was shattered, his eyes darkened, and he fell off his mount.

"You can't escape, Lord Tabaroque is here." After the dying captain Kukaron finished speaking, Yuan's godless eyes were dead.

Phew!

As if to verify his words, a chirp suddenly came from the east, and when he looked up, he saw a full moon against the backdrop, and dozens of black dots appeared in the sky. This is the flying mount of the orcs, the Wind Resistant.

"Tower Baroque?" Cheng Xiaotian's expression became colder and colder, looking at the flock of flying wind resistors, he pinched the sword trick in his left hand, and the flying sword came out in response, and circled around the sleeping mallet mother, bringing her body into the air.

The next moment, Cheng Xiaotian soared into the sky, dragging the sword light and flying towards the southeast. As soon as he left, about fifty Wind Protectors flew in, and at a glance they saw corpses all over the ground.

"Sure enough, it's him." The leading orc was as burly as a mountain, wearing leather armor full of bubble nails, and carrying a two-handed giant sword, he looked up at the white figure flying away, and waved his hand heavily, "Don't let him escape, live or die!" ”

With an order, the Wind Protector troops ignored the corpses on the ground and flapped their wings in pursuit.

PS.5.15 "Starting Point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters! (To be continued.) )