The monotonous ringing woke him up from his sleep, Jiao Long, who was dressed in a neat dress, slowly opened his eyes, fear hit like a tide, and subsided again, as if it had never appeared at all, but his heart had always been imprinted with the figure of the demon.

A nightmare haunted in the soul......

The bonfire in the middle of the night had not been extinguished, and under the light of the fire, the muscular monster beside him was motionless like a boulder, sitting cross-legged in front of the flames, without saying a word.

"Hasn't Zeng Qing come back yet?" He frowned, vaguely smelling a bad smell, but he didn't receive a hint that the enemy team was losing one person, so he only waited silently, regretting why he pulled this guy who had no organization at all to form a team.

After a long time, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the distance, and a crying girl was approaching: "Woo...... I'm so hungry......"

"What are you doing?" Jiao Long turned his head, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

"I'm very hungry, people are looking for food......" Zeng Qing didn't know when he had changed out of the clothes that had been torn in the battle, and the blood on his face had been wiped off, and on top of her slender figure, her face was cute, and she didn't look like a guy who could eat people.

She wouldn't be stupid enough to tell Jiao Long that she went to harvest the prey by herself, the enemy was indeed a little prickly, if it was Jiao Long, maybe she would run into some trouble, but why did Zeng Qing tell her? Zeng Qing wished that the more serious his injuries were, the better, and it was best if his strength was greatly damaged, so that she could easily eat the rest of the people.

"It took so long?" Jiao Long frowned, he felt that he should beat this teammate who didn't understand the rules, at least to find out who was in charge here.

"I've tasted several of them, but they don't taste good." Zeng Qing sat down across the fire and tilted his head to look at Jiao Long: "If it were you, it would definitely be the same, even if others were picky eaters, do you have to care?" ”

As if talking about recipes, Jiao Long suddenly felt a wave of nausea, frowned and said, "Since you have joined the team, then you have to listen to my command." ”

He sneered: "You don't even understand this, do you?" ”

Zeng Qing didn't have the slightest sign of rebuttal, and was not angry because of his ridicule, but nodded perfunctorily, bending over weakly: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm going to sleep, girls will get wrinkles if they sleep too late." ”

"Ah, by the way, I've been watching it for so long, it's time to act, right?" Zeng Qing suddenly raised his head: "What if they run away?" ”

At the mention of his prey, Jiao Long let out a disdainful sneer: "Tomorrow, I originally said that they would be scared for a while, I really hope that they can bring me more joy......

With his suddenly clenched fists, the silent flames suddenly jumped, and the jumping flames almost burned to Bento's body.

The blazing flames didn't burn its skin, like a muscular monster forged of steel, and Bento didn't notice the sudden heat at all, just staring blankly at the bonfire in front of him.

In this way, Jiao Long easily finalized the fate of the 'Hope Team'.

What he didn't know was that the enemy he thought was his prey had already hidden its fangs and lurked in the darkness, keeping an eye on his neck.

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Awakened by the great commotion, Ottoria opened her eyes vaguely, but found that the entire tent was empty, and suddenly felt a sense of disappointment in her heart.

Have you finally been abandoned? Why did the blindfolded captain behave like that......

The uneasy sense of crisis made her grasp the long sword beside her, and listened carefully to the complex noise coming from outside the tent.

The hurried and chaotic footsteps, the shouts, and the sounds of fighting in the distance, and the constant wailing.

The blonde girl suddenly clenched her long sword, vigilant, and slowly walked out of her tent, but almost bumped into the newcomer who had some brain problems.

"Ah...... Yes...... Liuxue, are you awake......" Liang Chengcheng smirked and came over and grabbed the corner of her clothes: "Follow me...... A lot of people are playing games......"

"Games?" Ottoria frowned and lifted her eyes, her turquoise pupils trembling in the reflection of everything in front of her.

Bands of soldiers with spears in hand gathered together, trampling on some muddy dirt, with panic or determination in their eyebrows, rushing forward, and in the direction they ran, soldiers with mutilated hands and feet or blood on their backs kept returning.

It is clear that this is war.

The war between the Crusaders and the Yellow Turbans had begun, and not long ago, before the last of the Yellow Turbans, thousands of soldiers stepped onto the battlefield and set off a slaughter.

"Come on, come on." The stupid Liang Cheng pulled the corner of Ottoria's clothes, and the distraught girl was pulled in the direction of the soldier's run.

The more you advance, the clearer the roars and screams in your ears become, the more you go to the front, the more blood you have on your bodies, the more people retreat from the front line, everyone's face is covered with blood, and the knuckles on the palms of the hands holding the weapons look white with excessive force, as if they are locked on them, and they are unwilling to let go even if they have a short rest.

The weeping soldiers were dragged away, the badly wounded soldiers were constantly being pulled down from the front, and through the thick wooden walls, Ottoria could almost feel the hell on the other side.

Countless people are swaying their own blood, creating a scene of killing in the world.

The smell of blood made her almost vomit, and the brutal wounds on the corpses made her almost unbearable to watch.

It's hell.

For the first time, Ottoria found herself so vulnerable, that the training she had maintained for more than ten years could not calm her down at all, on the contrary, she suddenly hated the perseverance she had been training, and it was these that allowed her to distinguish the origin of those wounds, and even imagine how the weapon cut through the skin, muscles, bones, and organs of the person, and finally tore out the hideous wounds.

Her palms trembled slightly, but they quickly stabilized, and if she was not mistaken, she would soon be on the verge of stepping into battle as well.

She finally saw the figure at the top, the man with a black cloth covering his face in a loose sweatshirt that was out of place for this era, sitting on the command tower next to the wooden wall, with his back to her, proving that he was still not wavering in the shock of the tragic scenery on the battlefield, and behind him was Chen Jingmo, who forced himself to adapt to this.

Sensing Ottoria's arrival, Chen Jingmo breathed a sigh of relief, gave himself an excuse, turned his head, no longer looked at the battlefield beyond the wooden wall, and beckoned to her from above, motioning for her to step forward.

In Ottoria's sight, Chen silently waved his hand and said something to Bai Shuo, and then the silent man nodded, continuing to observe the unimaginable battlefield scene outside the wall.

Ottoria suppressed all the fear and anxiety in her heart, grabbed the long sword beside her, and slowly advanced up the stairs.

Through the not-so-thick wooden walls, the chaotic sounds coming from the battlefield became clearer and clearer, roaring with all their might, the steel screams from the slashing and colliding, the screams of pain, and even the slightest blood splattering sound could be faintly heard.

Ottoria forced herself to stop thinking about it, and after a pause, she resumed her steps and finally reached the end of the stairs.

She only had to look up to see the battlefield beyond the wooden walls, where thousands of people were fighting.

The moment she raised her pupils, her turquoise pupils ushered in an impact that was a combination of blood and loess colors

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