"You're saying I didn't kill the real Rodney?" Mu Qing stood up openly, shocked. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Liu Yan'er nodded, she lay lazily on the soft chair, and said unhurriedly: "The real Rodney has already returned to the territory. What remains there is nothing more than a stand-in for him! And you idiot is working with that Collei for too long! Hearing the word "stupid", Mu Qingyang could only smile bitterly - he was indeed stupid enough, thinking that he had no last resort, but it turned out to be delivered to the door. Who would have thought that Rodney would be so shrewd that he would keep a stand-in in the Demon Firm. As for working with cavemen, it was really the best way out of the road, and he didn't regret doing it.

He hurriedly turned around and walked towards the back room, taking out his weapons and other tools.

Just as she was about to go out, Liu Yan'er's voice sounded faintly: "Are you leaving?" ”

Mu Qingyang was suffocated, this mysterious and ridiculously beautiful woman, even if she took good care of herself in the past few days, she did even better than her real wife. But Mu Qingyang faintly smelled a hint of danger, which was an innate intuition.

"It seems like it's too late for you to leave now!" Liu Yan'er continued.

Mu Qingyang stared at her: "What do you mean?" ”

"Kolai has been killed, and now the Dwarven Kingdom has fought outside the gates of Mali!"

"What!"

One sentence hit Mu Qingyang stiffened on the spot, these **** who were recuperating from their injuries were equivalent to being isolated from the outside world, I couldn't imagine the changes in the situation, the situation has reached this point, what is the use of killing Rodney now, it is only a matter of time before the caveman steps down, it is too late, everything is too late.

Mu Qingyang stood there in a daze, for a long time, silently leaning against the door and sliding on the ground.

His eyes fell on the mountains in the distance, and his eyes were filled with inexplicable sadness, and he missed his own life, and even let Collei and Rodney's conspiracy succeed. Mu Qingyang had never tried to be so frustrated, even if he had half a foot in the ghost gate.

Bang!

The entire door panel was shattered by his furious punch, and blood gushed out of his fingers. Mu Qingyang laughed out loud, laughing sadly. Tears burst out of his eyes, mixed with his desolate laughter, and the smell was sad. He didn't want to shed tears, but he couldn't stop his tears, he was still a flesh and blood man after all......

At first, he thought that he was the one who was strong, but in the end, he found that it was fate that was strong. The pain in his fingers cleared Mu Qingyang's mind a lot, and he stood there like this, letting the blood fall to the ground drop by drop. Time passed quietly, and I don't know how long it took.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, Mu Qingyang slapped himself hard. Half of his cheek quickly swollen high, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Smack!"

Another slap, after two slaps, Mu Qingyang raised his head and straightened his waist. How long it had been since he had shed a tear, he didn't know. When he was on Earth, he received special training and was scolded by his instructor to the point that he was bloody. The deepest memory is a sentence - what is the old man doing when he has something to carry, suffer, and cry? Since then, he has vowed not to shed any more tears. This time, he couldn't help it, he cried, but the important thing was that he could find himself after crying.

A faint fragrance entered his nose, and Liu Yan'er, who had not spoken, fell in front of Mu Qingyang's eyes like a cloud of smoke. The lilac eyes are like water, the water of a secluded pool, silent and sparse.

"I can show you a path, but it's not an easy path to follow." Mu Qingyang was shocked, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said coldly: "What way?" ”

"Join the Dwarven Eastern Front Army!"

The Eastern Front Battalion, which controls the entire dwarves, may personally subdue the troglodyte army on the battlefield if there are thousands of troops, and even defeat the demon army in the open, giving them the worst lesson. Nothing is more tempting than that. Mu Qingyang's breathing was heavy in an instant, his eyes were shining, he stared at the mysterious and beautiful woman in front of him, from the first glance, he knew that this woman was not simple, since she could propose this path, then she should also know the way to take this road.

"Can you help me join the Dwarven Eastern Front?"

Liu Yan'er looked at him calmly and said leisurely: "Of course I can!" ”

The lilac eyes are always incomprehensible, Mu Qingyang relieved himself from the excitement, and asked quietly: "What conditions?" ”

"It's really easy to talk to you," Liu Yan'er stretched out a slender jade finger and gently tapped it on Mu Qingyang's chest, wandered to his heart, buckled it twice, and whispered slowly: "Join the Night Temple and stand by my side......"

"The Temple of the Night?" Mu Qingyang took a step back and dodged Liu Yan'er's hand on him: "What is that?" ”

Liu Yan'er's eyes suddenly flashed with fanatical brilliance, and her tone was slow and urgent, full of bewitchment: "The Night Temple is an existence that you can't imagine, and the people of the Night Temple are the real pinnacle of this world, and what you see is just the lowest thing in this abyss world." ”

Mu Qingyang is not such a good person, and sneered: "It sounds good, since the Night Temple is so powerful, if I join the Night Temple and want to destroy the demons, you can also help me do it." ”

Liu Yan'er was silent for a moment: "This can't work." ”

Mu Qingyang laughed even louder.

Liu Yan'er was not angry, and said calmly: "You will understand, although the Night Temple is a top-level existence, it is not without an existence of the same level. Especially the people from the Demon God's Domain, that's our long-cherished enemy! We can't interfere in ordinary wars, otherwise the entire abyss order will be chaotic, this is the rule of the game, and no one can destroy it. ”

"Then you let me join the Dwarven Eastern Front Army, wouldn't you break the rules."

"Giggles," Liu Yan'er laughed coquettishly, "So, you're not a member of our Night Temple now......"

There are many temptations that people will face in this life, some of which can be easily refused, some of which can only be rejected after the battle between heaven and man, and the last of which you cannot refuse. Mu Qingyang is also facing a temptation that he can't refuse, an opportunity for revenge is close at hand, "A gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late" is just a declaration of the powerless, who knows what will happen in ten years, nothing is more tempting than a real opportunity to get it. He didn't know what the Night Temple was, but since he had decided to go down the path of revenge, the risk he had to take was proportional to what he gained. For him, revenge has become the most important thing in his life at this moment.

"Since you agreed...... Liu Yan'er said softly, "Then I have a "gift" for you!" ”

"Gifts?" Liu Yan'er turned back into the house, and when she came out again, she had a small silver bottle in her hand. She opened the cork, the mouth of the bottle was against the palm of her hand, as if something had fallen into her hand, and she stretched out her clenched hand in front of Mu Qingyang. "What is this...... Uh......" Before Mu Qingyang finished asking, his right hand was grabbed by Liu Yan'er, and Liu Yan'er released her clenched fist and aimed it at Mu Qingyang's palm. Suddenly, a pinprick-like pain came, and Mu Qingyang snorted.

Liu Yan'er swept behind Mu Qingyang like a ghost, wrapping around his body. Only then did Mu Qingyang see his palm clearly, a small insect that was as transparent as a red crystal was buzzing and flapping its wings in his palm, the wings were like the golden color of the sun, and the gorgeous color made this little insect look extremely precious and unique. However, what made Mu Qingyang angry was that this insect was sucking his blood. Of course he wanted to get rid of the bugs, but he found that he was entangled by Liu Yan'er, and he couldn't even move.

"What are you going to do? Let go of me. ”

"Don't be nervous, it'll be fine soon......" Liu Yan'er's faint voice sounded in his ears, Mu Qingyang felt that the blood all over his body was losing rapidly, and the insect in his palm became more and more crystalline, almost like it was about to emit light, he couldn't know how this little insect could suck so much blood, he only felt that his head was getting dizzy and dizzy, and finally his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

Standing on a huge chariot, Bronze Whisker looked at the towering walls of Mali, where hundreds of thousands of troops were forming five phalanxes and besieging the city of Mali. This is the third day that the dwarven army has broken through the last line of defense of the Principality of the Wasteland, and the troglodyte army of the wasteland has been defeated at Sunset Mountain three days ago, and the general who replaced the general of Kolai has also been beheaded by Copperbeard, and the remaining remnants of less than 10,000 soldiers will retreat back to Mali. One of the three fortified cities on the mainland is not a lie, during the three days of siege, Tongsu launched two tentative attacks, in the face of the huge green stone city wall as high as 30 meters and up to 5 meters thick, the catapults and siege vehicles seemed so weak, and the dense sharp arrows and rolling stones shot down on the city wall caused great damage to their side.

The abundance of baggage reserves in the city of Mali made the siege an impractical existence.

The army of the dwarves on the eastern front has already been dispatched. There were 50,000 light infantry regiments, 20,000 siege corps, 20,000 heavy infantry regiments, and a cavalry regiment of 10,000 men on each side, for a total of 110,000 men in five legions. Such a large military force gave Bronze Beard the confidence to fight.

What's more, he has even more ruthless tricks.

A cruel light shot out of Bronze Beard's eyes, and he waved his right hand violently: "Zhongjun, drive them up." ”

The tide of Chinese troops separated, and tens of thousands of civilians of various clans were driven towards the city gate, and in the vast land from the border to Mali, two hundred miles, inhabited by thirteen tribes of the Principality of the Wasteland, when the dwarf army swept across this land, the Copperbeard gathered all the clan members and soldier captives who had no time to escape, and finally played its role today.

Although Bronze Beard is not a famous general, he has learned a lot of war experience over the years, and he vows to make the Wasteland Principality Alliance pay a heavy price. Tens of thousands of civilians of the Principality of the Wasteland, men, women, children, and prisoners, were driven forward by the heavy infantry regiment with long spears, and the 20,000-strong archers were lined up on both sides in a semi-arc, full of bows, and the sharp arrows glittered in the daylight.

Suddenly, dozens of captives in the ranks suddenly went berserk, screaming and rushing out of the flow of people, and hundreds of powerful arrows shot out in an instant, puff puff...... A series of blood flowers exploded, dozens of captives were pierced into hornet's nests by bows and arrows, blood instantly stained the earth, and the driven people let out screams, cries, and shouts of fear. Some of the slow-moving old and sick stumbled to the ground, and the pikemen behind rushed forward and poured barrels of their spears into their bodies, and blood poured out......

The bloody slaughter and the hideous faces of the dwarven army constituted the most tragic and thick brushes of this high noon. Tens of thousands of captives were driven to the gates of Mali.

"Let them open the door, or you'll all die!" A dwarven officer rode back and forth on the flank of the captives, shouting. Under the pressure of death, the women, children, and children of the captives cried loudly below, while the young men shouted to the city walls: "Open the door...... Open the door! If we don't open the door, we'll all be killed! Open the door and let us in! ”

Loud cries resounded over Mali.

There was already an uproar on the city walls.

A large city like Mali is a strategic location, and the garrison is all troglodyte army.

At this moment, looking at the black and oppressive heads below, countless clan people, and army captives were there, shouting to open the door, and they who were originally waiting for the battle also lost their attention all of a sudden.

The voices of tens of thousands of people can be described as earth-shattering, and even the people in the inner city walked out of the door one by one and looked in the direction of the city gate. In the grim atmosphere of wartime, the already overwhelmed Malian people speculated that rumors of panic spread rapidly among the crowd. On the city wall, Young Master Cham's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and scolded: "These dwarven countrymen are so shameless that they even use such a vicious method. ”

Since the sudden death of his father and the murder of Collet, the caveman has fallen into a crisis of confidence, and Chammu is painfully aware that he is embattled.

If he hadn't provoked Mu Qingyang's ...... at the beginning, his father would not have died, and Chammu regretted it very much.

But now he didn't have any chance to regret it.

Brass looked at the city gate of Mali five miles away, thick dust and chaos. It's been a lapse of time, and before he can react, the corner of his eye crosses the cold light, and he slashes down with his hand. The adjutant standing beside him immediately rode his horse and rushed forward, and immediately afterwards, a large group of archers broke out of formation, and the captain shouted an order: "Bow the archers, take their bows, and go up at an angle of forty-five degrees!" ”

With a brush, all the soldiers will draw their bows to the fullest and raise them high!

"Launch!"

There was a rapid and dense scream in the air, and thousands of sharp arrows pierced the sky, falling into the group of captive civilians in an arc, and the black arrows smirked and pierced into the human flesh, and the blood flowers bloomed, and the screams resounded in the sky. Chham's eyes were as wide as brass bells, and he stared at the bloody slaughter beneath the city.

"Launch!"

Another roar! Denser blood flowers bloomed......

"Open the door quickly, you only care about your own life and death, can the people of our other clans be sacrificed at will? There are a lot of kids here! Hurry up and open the door...... "Under the baptism of two rounds of arrow rain, the clansmen below went crazy, and rushed towards the city gate one by one, and the spread of fear was so fast. It's completely messed up below.

Chammu slammed his fist on the city wall, blood bursting between his fingers, he pulled out his command knife and roared, "Lao Tzu fought with them!" ”

A hand reached over and grabbed him.

It was his most trusted adjutant, and his face was cold: "Can't open the door!" ”

Chammu shook off his hand vigorously, pointed his knife at the civilians under the city, and roared wildly: "Then what do you want me to do, kill these people!" ”

"The general's reputation, not killing is not enough to determine the heart of the army! If we don't kill us, we will wait to be killed, and as soon as the city is broken, everyone will die! The adjutant's eyes were murderous, and he said viciously.

Chammu froze there violently, his horse chopping knife trembling in the air for a long time, and gradually drooping, his face turning pale.

All the soldiers on the walls stood there in silence.

The words of the adjutant also reached their ears.

On the battlements of the city wall, countless swords, lime, boulders, boiling water, boiling oil, and the same kind of defense machinery were erected. Chammu looked around in a hurry, and under the city walls, the cries of the captives were still hurried and violent.

The screams, the screams, and the weepings pierced his heart like a sharp cone. But the hundreds of thousands of people in Mali weighed him down like a heavier boulder. (To be continued.) )