A dry day thunder lit up the sky again!

Under Hal's terrified gaze, a cavalry leaped out from the other side of the hill and slashed down the brutes behind the hall. These terrible cavalrymen had black smoke from their weapons, and they all wore grimace helmets on their heads, and their bodies were covered in a shocking blood, as if they really crawled out of hell.

An unexpected third army appeared in front of Hal, but it only made Hal hesitate slightly, he could see that this demon and his own goal were the same, both Ptolemy.

"Chase!" Without hesitation, Hal commanded the army to catch up, but his eyes were fixed on the battlefield where the cavalry was in the distance.

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"Whew... Ptolemy could only hear his own heavy breathing because of his nervousness, and the remnants of the soldiers left behind could not resist even a moment before they were easily broken through.

The battlefield in the rear had already surprised him, and thunder continued to fall from the sky, turning this hill into a thunder purgatory. But both the Central Plains and the barbarians clearly saw that this deadly thunder light had all been slashed at anyone who dared to stand in front of the Grimace Leader! It's as if the thunder is opening the way for the people of the Central Plains!

Gradually, all the barbarian wounded soldiers also felt that something was wrong, and they didn't even have the courage to stand in front of Wen Zhong, and those who had the courage had basically become a lump of charcoal along the way.

Under Wen Zhong's intimidation, after all the wounded soldiers who dared to block the way retreated, Wen Zhong didn't care about them, and chased after the fleeing Ptolemy. At this moment, Ptolemy abandoned the pride of the lord of the steppe, and just wanted to get away from the horrible group of creatures behind him.

But all this is just an extravagant hope. Wen Zhong's army deliberately attacked from the rear, fundamentally cutting off Ptolemy's idea of retreating and finding his follow-up troops. At this time, Ptolemy could only flee to the west, where the terrain was more complicated than here, and he planned to try to get rid of his pursuers in that place.

It's a pity that he still miscalculated a move, he didn't expect that even God would help the Central Plains people like this, and the remnants of the soldiers left behind couldn't even last a stick of incense, so they let the Central Plains cavalry pass through their defense line. In the distance, the Golden Wolf Guard and the Silver Eagle Guard were desperately rushing towards them, but it was impossible for the enemy to let them leave the battlefield.

The two most elite troops from the barbarian clan, at this moment, had to pay nearly seventy percent of the battle losses before they barely left the battlefield, but even so, almost everyone in the rest was injured.

Gradually, the barbarian lord Ptolemy gave up, and he gradually slowed down, allowing the enemy in the rear to catch up.

Some of the barbarian cavalry, who were still loyal to their lords, left the group and rushed towards the ghost-faced cavalry like moths to a flame, and finally fell to the ground. The Ghostface cavalry soon caught up with Ptolemy, the lord of a barbarian tribe who had a million men under his command, but now had less than a hundred men left around him.

Even in a desperate situation, Ptolemy felt that he could not afford to lose his momentum, and rode out of the siege of his men.

"Come out, Second Prince of the Central Plains!" He was still old after all, and he squinted his eyes, but he could never find the figure that he would never forget again from this dense grimace cavalry.

Ichijo slowly walked out of the Grimace Cavalry, and he slowly took off the Grimace helmet on his face, revealing his pale face. It was only at this time that the soldiers found that the general they had always relied on was already pale at this time, and even his eyes and nose were bloodshot, and he looked dying.

Olivia on her shoulder was a little moved, and gently put her hand on Wen Zhong's face, but Wen Zhong shook his head imperceptibly, and casually threw the grimace mask in his hand to one of the knights behind him, and then showed that trademark smile: "I didn't expect that the last time we met would be on such an occasion." ”

"The second prince is very decisive, paying more than 100,000 people, just to exchange for the life of an old man like me. I don't know if this matter has reached the Central Plains, will you still be able to win the hearts of the people and win the throne if you disregard life? Ptolemy had no idea that he was about to hit the street, and looked at the man opposite with a sneer.

His words suddenly made the cavalry behind Wen Zhong commotion, but only Wen Zhong did not move at all, and even the smile on his face did not change, as if he was looking at a clown who jumped off the beam.

I saw Wen Zhong gently wipe off the blood stains under his nose and eyes, inserted the blood-stained long sword in his hand back into the scabbard, and said slowly: "No matter how much a defeated general knows, after all, he is just a lost dog. You, who are about to die, can't say anything to affect me. ”

As he spoke, Wen Zhong took off the heavy armor on his body and threw it on the ground, revealing a somewhat thin body inside. Tearing off the smoke pipe on the hilt of the sword, which could no longer emit smoke, and threw it away, he looked seriously at Ptolemy, who was mocked by himself, and said: "You have two choices, one is to fight me alone and die in the most glorious way." The second is to go head-to-head with a group of us, but you will be greeted by arrows. ”

Ptolemy looked at Wen Zhong in a daze, obviously he didn't expect that the guy in front of him, who seemed to be weak, actually had the courage to fight with him in front of him, this stupid decision instantly made the arrogant Ptolemy angry again. Everyone didn't understand why the second prince (the great general) would do such an impulsive and meaningless thing at such a time, and even Olivia didn't understand why Wen Zhong would do such a thing at this time.

Wen Zhong's words not only angered Ptolemy, but also the remaining barbarian soldiers of less than a hundred men. Among them, there are many barbarian warriors with MAX force value. Duoduo rushed out with his weapon on horseback, "If you want to kill the leader, kill me first!" ”

In his mind, Wen Zhong's thin body couldn't stop his iron bones at all. On the iron bones, a brilliant blood flower was finally added, which made Duoduo's blood boil, as if the merit was in front of him.

And then... And then there is no more...

The Grimace Cavalry fired more than a dozen crossbow arrows one after another, aiming at the vital points of Duoduo's body, but a heavenly thunderbolt was faster than them, piercing the sky and slashing at the super macho Duoduo's body. At the same time as the arrow entered the flesh, a disgusting smell of disgusting meat completely filled the battlefield, and Duoduo didn't even have the ability to make a slight resistance, so he fell to the ground, and he couldn't even see the expression on his charred face.

At this moment, the only remaining barbarian soldiers and even Ptolemy finally confirmed one thing, the man in front of him really had the help of heaven and thunder.

"Destiny?" Ptolemy looked desperately at the charred corpse lying on the ground, and at this moment, even he gave up.

Slowly turning off his horse, he asked the soldier to take out his golden broadsword, only to find that the weapon had already been lost in the chaos. Casually taking a scimitar from the soldier's hand, he walked towards Wen Zhong: "Come on! ”

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