There were dozens of corpses lying in a dirt pit, and judging by the clothes of these corpses, all of them were cultivators. Seeing dozens of cultivators with the same status as themselves being killed, the English people took a breath of coldness.

There was no doubt that there had been a massacre in this place where they were standing at their feet, and the target of the slaughter was still cultivators, how could such a horrific thing not make the English people frightened?

Imagine what it would have been like if they had set out early and met the people who had caused this massacre?

I'm afraid that few people in the team will survive.

The English had no doubt that it would be easy to take over their team of a dozen or so cultivators with the strength of the other party that could slaughter dozens of cultivators.

The thought of being a cold corpse, to be buried in a pit by the side of the road, made the faces of the English people uncontrollably show fear.

If you are human, you will be afraid of death. Don't look at the cultivators who have a power far beyond ordinary people, in fact, the more they are like this, the more afraid they are of death, which is the same psychology as the ancient emperors with supreme power who pursued the so-called immortality. It is precisely because you have something that ordinary people do not have, and it is precisely because you have something that is very out of reach, the more you want to occupy it, the more you want to control it, and the more you want to live for a long time, so that you can enjoy it more.

The werewolf who stayed next to the leader of the team did not expect to dig a burial pit, he held back the horror in his heart, and asked the leader: "From the smell of blood, I can feel that the person who caused this massacre has not been gone for long, should we catch up or ......?"

Still what the werewolf didn't finish, but everyone understood what he meant, and the leader was naturally no exception.

The strength of the other party to create such a horrific massacre must be extremely strong, and after his own people catch up, can he really please him?

The leader shook his head: Not necessarily.

After catching up with the other party, not only can you not kill the other party, but you will be killed by the other party, if that happens, you won't become a fool who runs to die?

That's going to laugh off someone's big teeth.

Even if they catch up with the other party and can't beat their own people, can they create a massacre, and the people who kill dozens of cultivators can be good with each other? When the other party is dying, he will fight back and bite himself hard, which is too much.

There may not be any benefit in catching up, and if you don't chase, you can preserve the strength of the team, so the answer to the question of whether to chase or not to chase is clear.

If you have a plan in mind, you still have to do it to save face. The leader gestured to his men and commanded, "See if any of us are among the dead." ”

There are some things that don't need to be said, because everyone knows them.

If one of your own people is killed by the other party, you have to make a show and chase after it in a fake way. As for whether it can catch up, that's another matter. Anyway, I found out that I had been killed, so I immediately pursued him, but the other party ran too fast and couldn't catch up, can you resent me?

If there are no people of their own power among the dead, the matter has nothing to do with them. The most important thing to enter the mandatory task space of the Divine Music is to complete the mandatory task, and under this premise, everything else can be put aside. Compared to the mandatory tasks that must be completed, everything else is trivial.

I have to say that this group of cultivators in England is indeed born with a surname of Liangbo. In fact, not only the English people, but also the entire circle of practitioners in Europa, the environment may not be very good. Think of the original Europa, when they went to the American continent, they were dying of starvation because of lack of food and clothing, and the Indians saved them. But look at what they did to the Indians who helped them when they got their footing -- the massacre, the genocidal massacre with no one on their feet.

Lei Han didn't know what happened after he left, he only knew one thing, and that was to rush back to the castle as soon as possible.

The dozens of cultivators Lei Han had not been buried too deeply, and he had not been well hidden, and he believed that it would not be long before he would be discovered.

All he had to do was to reach the castle before the angry English practitioners were found before the bodies were found. As long as he arrived at the castle, with the advantage of being in the same camp as the castle defenders, Lei Han could enter the castle without hindrance. At that time, the English practitioners could only watch him stare dryly from outside the city.

Entering the castle is a temporary safe place to rest and recuperate from a night of fighting.

Lei Han told himself and his soldiers.

After a whole night of killing, Lei Han understood a truth: people can't live without companions, especially in the world of cultivators who could die at any time. Thinking about the cultivators who were pinched to death by Lei Han as a soft persimmon, and thinking about the teams that were ambushed by him because of the small number of people, Lei Han deeply realized how correct the two statements of many people are great and powerful and powerful.

After a series of battles, the number of soldiers under his command has been drastically reduced, but it is undeniable that the number of remaining soldiers is small but the combat power is high. If you don't believe me, just look at the suffix in their message, this single-digit soldier is no longer a soldier suffix, but an elite.

Lei Han tested the combat power of elite soldiers in the battle of cultivators, and found that these guys still looked like they were only level fifteen, but their combat power was equivalent to that of a level twenty cultivator. In a one-on-one battle, the elite soldiers of the fifteenth level singled out the cultivators of the twentieth level, and if the latter did not have any special means, the chances of winning were very small.

As we all know, what soldiers in the army are best at is not fighting alone, but cooperating. Once the soldiers have gathered a certain number, their combat power will increase exponentially when they cooperate with the enemy. Lei Han had a feeling that with the cooperation of the remaining elite soldiers, even against the knights of level 30, he could win the battle.

Such a powerful force will not be abandoned unless it is a fool.

Grandpa Tai said it well, power comes out of the barrel of a gun. In the music of the gods where there is no killing all the time, having guns, soldiers, and strength is the most important thing, and only then can you best ensure your right to speak. If Lei Han didn't want to return to the castle and become a bare-bones commander who couldn't command anyone, he would have to have a group of obedient subordinates.

Therefore, even if these soldiers would be much slower than Lei Han, even if they would drag Lei Han back to the castle, Lei Han would not leave them.

Along the way, Lei Han's biggest worry was that he would be discovered by the English cultivators in the brigade, but fortunately, the heavens favored him very much, maybe because the darkest days before dawn were not suitable for wandering, or maybe the English people focused on the castle, and what Lei Han was worried about did not happen.

Traveling without fear or danger to a place where they could see the castle, at this speed it only took half an hour for the thunder chill to return to the castle. Seeing that he was about to return to the city, Lei Han stopped, his face full of bitterness.

Outside the castle, bonfires were lit, and a military camp stretched for miles between the thunder and the castle.

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