The town of Sweet Water Well returned to its former hustle and bustle overnight, with an army of 3,500 filling the town to the brim and countless marching tents completely covering up the ruins. Serkin's Great Tent was located at the top of the White Rock Mound, the westernmost part of the army.

The central tent of the infantry regiment is generally set up in the middle of the army, while the large tent of the cavalry regiment is always at the forefront.

The sky was getting brighter, and the rain was turning into a drizzle, but don't expect the sun to come out, it's just a break in the next heavy rain, which can be judged by the muffled thunder faintly coming from the east.

To the south of town, a velociraptor scout was running wildly towards the sweet water well, and he didn't know how long he had been marching like this, and the gait of the velociraptor was a little unsteady when he sat down, but he was still beating desperately, completely ignoring the life or death of his mount.

Coming to the foot of Baishiqiu, the soldiers guarding the big tent noticed the abnormality and immediately raised their spears to guard against it.

"Commander of the big tent, trespassers, no mercy!" Seeing that the scouts were still rushing towards the tent, the soldiers did not hesitate to stab their spears.

Four spears plunged into the chest of the velociraptor at the same time, and the velociraptor screamed, and pounced on it, smashing mud and water everywhere. The scout on the bench rolled to the ground, and just turned over, the tips of four spears against his chest.

"I have a major military intelligence report!" The scout shouted hurriedly, his chest rising and falling violently like a bellows.

"Express!" One of his own soldiers shouted angrily, and the tip of his spear was pushed forward, knocking the scout to the ground.

The scout did not dare to resist, and shouted: "The right army is completely destroyed, the corpses are scattered everywhere, our scout team met the light cavalry of the other side, everyone else died, only I desperately escaped......"

"They let you come back to report the news, right?" The curtain of the big tent was lifted, and Serkin stepped out and said coldly, "Others don't let go, only let you go, maybe it's because you said something, right?" ”

The scout was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then his eyes showed a look of madness, and he shouted, "Your Excellency, please believe me, I am not captured!"

Serkin's face was gloomy, and he turned around with a cold "snort": "You should follow your comrades-in-arms."

Hearing this, the scout's pupils began to dilate, he took a deep breath, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and roared, "Okay, please send my bones back to my hometown."

With that, the scout drew his scimitar with his backhand, grasped the handle with both hands, and stabbed himself in the chest.

Poof, snort.

Hot blood poured out of the wound and sprayed into the mud, but Serkin never looked back.

The staff officer who followed Serkin looked worried, and stepped forward to persuade: "Lord Overseer, such a unilateral passive beating is not the way, I think ......"

"I think it's time for you to go home."

Before he finished speaking, someone suddenly spoke above, and everyone near the big tent was startled, and hurriedly looked up.

There was a thirty-meter-high flagpole erected next to the big tent, which was used to measure the wind, and the sergeants looked up and saw a slightly emaciated figure, dressed in a blue robe, carrying a long sword, sitting leisurely at the top.

"Who? Dare to trespass on the camp! The pro-soldier yelled inwardly, and his heart was weak for a while, this flagpole slipped and didn't leave his hand, how did this person climb up quietly?

"Why, no one of you knows me?" The tone of the man on the flagpole was a little lost.

The person who came was Cheng Xiaotian, he now had a bald head, and ordinary soldiers naturally didn't know him, except for Serkin.

Serkin looked at Cheng Xiaotian coldly, and after a while, he yelled: "Guard!"

In the nearby barracks, several groups of soldiers ran out of the "hulala" and gathered in front of the big tent.

"Shoot him." After Serkin finished speaking, he lowered his head and walked towards the big tent, he had just lifted the curtain of the tent, and Cheng Xiaotian's faint words came from above.

"You can go home too."

"What?" Serkin didn't hear clearly, stopped and turned around.

"Go home, all of you." Cheng Xiaotian's words were not high, but it spread throughout the entire Troll Crusader camp, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Cheng Xiaotian at the highest place on the top of the mountain inexplicably.

"Soldiers, go home." Cheng Xiaotian stood up and turned down the mountain, "You can only do two things when you stay here, either kill or be killed, is this what you came here for?" Why not go back and be with your family? Then no one will hurt you. ”

Serkin looked at Cheng Xiaotian and smiled, this is the legendary mad demon lord? Such a cowardly person is only worthy of being a ghost under the sword, how can he be qualified to survive in this chaotic world!

"Less nonsense! The bravest warriors of the Darkspear Trolls, your mission is to bring the enemy to their feet and kill all those who dare to resist, this is the true nature of a man, do you want to learn from him to be a woman? Serkin roared in the wind, his voice like thunder, "Kill everyone in this basin for me, starting with this bullshit lord!" ”

"Kill!" Thousands of troll soldiers roared in unison, and the sound of killing converged and rushed straight to the sky, and the thunder that had been gathering momentum for a long time slashed down!

Click!

Airplanes!

The lightning struck, the feathered arrows went upward, and countless arrows shot to the top of the flagpole.

The sword flashed, all the incoming arrows missed, and Cheng Xiaotian was no longer at the top of the flagpole.

"There it is!" The sharp-eyed soldier shouted, pointing overhead.

Directly above the ruins of the sweet water well, Cheng Xiaotian hung under the rolling dark clouds, looking at the countless crazy and bloodthirsty faces below with a hideous face, and the strong wind blew his clothes "rattle".

These are the people who want to kill another group of innocent people for no reason! Why?

No one told him the answer, and he didn't need the answer, because if you want to kill, you have to have the consciousness of being killed.

At this moment, Cheng Xiaotian's murderous intent suddenly became stronger, and it was never stronger!

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Cheng Xiaotian roared in the air, and the roar and thunder rolled and echoed in the sky.

Serkin scoffed and shook his head disdainfully, as if it were a big joke.

It is rumored that trolls have plant-like vitality and can be reborn even if they cut off their limbs, but this is definitely a fallacy. The reason why there is such a misunderstanding is only because these trolls who believe in Zujin are the most fierce warriors who are not afraid of death.

"Are you really not afraid of death? Try it and find out. Looking at the disdainful troll soldiers, Cheng Xiaotian muttered to himself, a touch of cruelty appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The next moment.

Woowoo......

A pale blue starlight burst through the sky, slowly at first, getting faster the closer it got to the ground, and finally exceeding the limit of the naked eye. The soldiers only felt a flash of blue light in front of them, and the little sword light swirled on the ground and flew upwards again.

Where the sword light flew, a troll soldier clutched his throat tightly, blood gushing from his fingers, his eyes rolling, and he fell straight down, and he was breathless.

"Okay, this person is really not afraid of death, but who else?" Cheng Xiaotian's evil smile came from the sky, and the soldiers looked at him with tears in their eyes, gritting their teeth.

But from such a high position, they couldn't hit any attacks.

"Come again!" There was a shout, the flying sword shot down again, and another soldier fell to the ground clutching his chest.

Serkin's eyes widened in anger, and he stood on the top of the white stone mound and shouted: "Everyone hide, soldiers, bring my bow."

The commander gave the order, and thousands of people immediately searched for the ruins of the broken wall and hid, and the ruins of the sweet water well full of soldiers disappeared in a blink of an eye.

But it didn't work, the flying sword still shot down again and again, penetrating the cover and taking people's lives one by one.

"Why are you hiding? Do you like to kill so much, but you are afraid of being killed by others? Cheng Xiaotian sneered in the air, the sword technique in his hand kept changing, and the flying sword became faster and faster.

Serkin's face was as cold as ice, he took the big bow handed over by his own soldiers, put on the arrow, and shouted with both arms, and instantly opened to the bottom, roaring: "You get out of here!"

Sa!

The feather arrow was like thunder, dragging a "crackling" lightning bolt and shooting towards Cheng Xiaotian.