At 9 a.m. on dr3717-05-17 in Yincheng time and 28 a.m. on Skadi time, Hildebrand received a notice from the Supreme Military Command Meeting of the Aurora Plane War, and immediately took his adjutant A Fei to lead a team of expeditionary knights to the place where the Thunderbird Legion, the Quartet Alliance and Aishan and other three tribes were fighting to conduct field investigations. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On behalf of the Quartet, the Black Pig King follows the team and cooperates with Hildebrand's investigation. Iron Slag followed behind the Black Pig King, pretending to be a guard.

Shortly after arriving at the scene, the commander of the Thunderbird Regiment also came with a group of soldiers. When the so-called enemies saw each other, their eyes were red, but the iron slag and the black pig king didn't even say a word, just looked at each other quietly. People like them, the more angry they are in their hearts, the calmer they seem on the surface, and their eyes are as cold as knives, as if they are looking for an opportunity to turn the other party into a corpse every moment.

But the strange thing is that when facing the two of them, the leader of the Thunderbird Legion did not show much fear, as if he was full of confidence and fearless. It stands to reason that he has seen the performance of the two on the battlefield, a proper quasi-saint-level powerhouse. At this moment, they were only a few meters apart, and even if he had the support of the Chosen One, it was impossible not to worry that they would suddenly rise up and crush him on the spot.

Iron slag couldn't help but deepen his vigilance, and kept the power furnace running, and did not relax for a moment.

"Relax, guys." As if sensing his nervousness, Hildebrand smiled at him and said.

"Hmm." Wearing a helmet, Iron Slag, who had turned on the voice changer, nodded his head and made a mechanical synthesis sound.

"Okay, let's both of you tell me what the situation was like?" Hildebrand pointed to the wreckage on the battlefield and said, "When you get back, it's best to provide the corresponding video footage...... "He paused, turned his head to look at the commander of the Thunderbird Legion, and continued, "Then, it's up to you to start." ”

"Yes, my knight." The head of the Thunderbird regiment replied.

"On that day, we attacked from the southwest......"

"First bombard the high ground with artillery, beat those demons to the ground, and then send mechs and soldiers up the mountain to ......"

"Who knows......" He raised his hand, pointed at the Black Pig King, and said with a look of resentment, "This group of bandits, in order to compete for war merits, actually fired at us from the southeast, disrupting our formation, so that ......"

"You fart!" The Black Pig King scolded in anger, his eyes widened as if he was about to burst into flames.

"Friend, don't worry." Hildebrand patted the Black Pig King on the shoulder, then turned to look at the Thunderbird Commander and asked, "So, Captain, please explain why you sent me a request for rescue at that time?" Without waiting for the other party to speak, he reminded again, "I still have the video of your request for help." ”

"This ......" Captain Thunderbird was speechless for a while, his eyes flickered, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you need to say this!" ”

"You are in cahoots, colluding to frame us!" The leader of the Thunderbird roared out, his face extremely hideous.

"Presumptuous!" Hildebrand's adjutant had a cold face, took a step forward, pointed at the Thunderbird Regiment and shouted.

"Brother, don't get excited." Hildebrand grinned, pulled Adjutant Ah Fei away, and then said to the Thunderbird Commander, "Go on, I'll listen." ”

"I ...... We're just a small team, you ...... You don't need to ......" Maybe because of his weak heart, when he was drunk by the adjutant, the commander of the Thunderbird became cowering, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't speak well.

"Friend, have you thought about it, being someone else's pawn may be sacrificed at any time." Hildebrand said in a flat voice, without a hint of emotion.

"I ......" was silent for a long time, and the leader of the Thunderbird raised his head, his eyes wandering, as if he was hesitating about something.

"Friend, the all-knowing and all-powerful Sur, will shelter the honest and good, and send the vile and shameless liars to eternal purgatory." Hildebrand stepped forward and said in a sincere tone.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The gray-robed guard, who had been standing behind the Thunderbird Commander with his hands naturally hanging down, suddenly shook his body, and a sharp sword pierced out of his robe and stabbed into Hildebrand's chest.

The latter's pupils contracted sharply, but it was too late to dodge. Seeing that the blue light was shining, and the sword blade that escaped a little bit of star sand was about to pierce into his chest, and at the last moment, Adjutant Ah Fei let out a low cry and knocked him away.

"Poof!"

The sword pierced through the power armor and burst out through the chest. The blood on the sword's body quickly dried up and turned into steaming heat.

The assassin misses a blow and is about to withdraw his sword, but is caught by Ah Fei.

"Ugh!" I saw that his mouth and nose were spilling blood, and his eyes were resolute.

The assassin screamed, his wrist suddenly exerted force, twisted it hard, drew his long sword, and swung it downward, directly splitting Ah Fei's head.

All this happens in the blink of an eye. The Assassin, who drew his sword back, reinfused it with psionic energy and stabbed at Hildebrand, who fell to the ground.

At this time, the iron slag that had been on alert had already drawn its knife and cut it. The movement opened and closed, slashing at the Assassin's head, unstoppable.

The assassin was startled, changed his movements halfway, and defended upwards with his horizontal sword, only to hear the sound of a "bell", a large number of sparks flew out, and the two of them retreated at the same time.

This assassin was none other than Vernon, the Holy Order powerhouse sent by Matthew the Chosen One to assassinate Hildebrand. Seeing that the opportunity was missed, Vernon did not dare to fight and was about to take off. Suddenly there was a darkness above his head, and a fat and strong giant man, holding a short axe in each hand, slashed at him with a fierce momentum.

Vernon leaped backwards, dodging the attack. But before he could stabilize his body, the iron slag followed closely behind, slashing at him. He didn't have time to dodge, so he had to force down.

"Bell!"

The sparks splashed, and half of the blade flew out. Vernon staggered back, his mouth numb, and his sword almost out of his hand.

The Black Pig King immediately strode after him, slashing through it like a whirlwind with two short axes. Vernon dodged left and right, embarrassed.

"Ah Fei, Ah Fei!" Hildebrand recovered from his stunned snarl and roared heartbreakingly. Ten years side by side, deep love, but I didn't expect that once forever. I saw that his eyes were red, and with full grief and indignation, he pulled out his psionic dagger and pounced on Vernon.

Seeing someone rushing towards him, Vernon puffed up, took a board axe, and then kicked the black pig king in the lower abdomen, kicking it out more than ten meters away.

"Kill!"

In the next second, Hildebrand came up and stabbed Vernon in the waist.

Vernon concentrated, and the star sand flowed rapidly along the lines of the sword. At the moment when the blade reaches the waist, it opens downward, and is about to swing the sword to kill the target. But at this moment, a gale blew behind his head, and he had to give up the opportunity and block backwards.

"Bell!"

With a crackle, Vernon's longsword came out of his hand. Before the tiger's mouth could recover from his numbness, Hildebrand behind him grabbed him by the waist and stabbed the dagger violently.

For a moment, the blue star sand flew in all directions, and Vernon's whole body was surging with light waves, which could withstand the dagger's stabbing blow.

As soon as Vernon broke free, Iron Slag slashed him in the neck with a half-straight machete in both hands. He jerked his head, dodged downward, and rolled to the side.

Until this time, he had gone from being full of self-confidence to a frightened bird, and the idea of falling was out of control.

As soon as he got out of the way, he jumped to his feet, trying to escape through the air.

"Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!"

The group of Templars brought by Hildebrand had already picked up their assault rifles, pulled the bolts, and waited for the right moment. Vernon had barely been a few meters above the ground when a dense barrage of bullets slashed his head and face, scattering him all over his body.

"Die!"

Vernon froze, and a large black shadow shot straight at him like a cannonball, knocking him back to the ground.

As soon as he got up, he was thrown to the ground by the Black Pig King, and a fist the size of a football fell to the ground.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Despite his psionic protection, he was smashed to the ground and half of his body fell into the snow. He held his breath, condensed the spiritual energy of his whole body, and suddenly exploded, blasting out the giant man who was pressing on his body.

But before he could get up, a second figure pounced on him and smashed his head desperately.

At this moment, Vernon has been frightened by the opponent's deadly play. For so many years, he has been pampered, and even if he occasionally makes a move, he only deals with people who are much weaker than him.

"Wow!" Vernon screamed wildly, bursting with psionic energy again, overturning the man riding on him, and soaring into the sky.

"Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!"

The dense bullets came again, knocking him to the ground.

"Raging ......"

At the same time, a red light flashed below, and the man brought by the iron slag shot out a shoulder-mounted thermal seeking missile.

In the next second, the sky exploded into a huge fireball, and Vernon fell down with black smoke all over his body.

Iron Slag, King Black Pig, and Hildebrand immediately surrounded him, daggers, axes, and broken knives, and desperately beckoned to him.

Vernon rolled and struggled on the ground, blasting one or two of them away from time to time, but to no avail, someone was always pestering him, leaving him with no way up and down to the earth. Eventually, his physical strength was exhausted, his psionic armor shattered, the dagger sank into his chest, the axe split bones, and the broken knife cut flesh and skin.

By the time Vernon stopped struggling, there was no good meat left on his body, his features were bursting, and his limbs were twisted. The Black Pig King grabbed him by the hair and smashed his head on the ground until his skull burst and his colorful brains flowed to the ground.

After killing Vernon, the three of them sat down on the snow panting.

After a while, Hildebrand got up, walked over to Fei's body, held it in his arms, and wept.

The Templars who came with them knelt in half-kneeling, then split into two columns, raised their assault rifles, and fired into the air.

By this time, the Thunderbird Legion had fled the scene and was nowhere to be found. Iron Slag and the Black Pig King glanced at each other, and both rose into the air, chasing the footprints on the snow.

A moment later, the two of them landed in front of the Thunderbird Commander's convoy one after the other. The team members jumped out of the car and dispersed.

"No...... It's none of our business...... We've been deceived too......" Captain Thunderbird said as he stepped back, "Big ...... Eldest brother...... Hear me out...... We're also forced......"

The Black Pig King stepped forward and grabbed his head with both hands.

"Big ...... Eldest brother...... I can help you testify...... You've been framed......" said the Thunderbird Commander in horror.

"It doesn't make sense anymore." Iron Slag said expressionlessly. For political games, the so-called evidence is all manufactured.

"No...... You can't do that...... Can't ......"

The Black Pig King's eyes widened, and he suddenly exerted his strength. I saw the leader of the Thunderbird struggling, the cry stopped abruptly, and finally with a "bang", his head exploded, and a large cloud of blood mist exploded.