At this time, Lie Long Hao passed by the door of his classroom, he had already started class, he did not choose to go in, but walked towards the dormitory in a sluggish manner.

In this world, it is indeed impossible to gain a foothold without strength, and if the strength is not enough, all unfavorable things will befall the head, which seems to be an eternal truth.

Pushing open the door and entering the bedroom, the room was empty, except for the two beds lying quietly.

Yes, there are only two of them, Mengjie left, and arranged for the teachers in the academy to dismantle it, and Lie Longhao felt as if something was missing in his heart.

Closed the door and slowly walked to the window, the weather was still so sunny and sunny today, but this sunny weather did not bring him a good mood.

Inside a small village.

The village was already full of flames, some small houses had fallen and corpses were lying on the ground.

Look closely, some masked officers in yellow striped cloth clothes are rushing wildly with spears in hand. The cloth has a yellow pattern on it, and most of the others are gray.

Some villagers came to resist, but they were impaled and fell down in an instant, you know, in this kind of village, there are very few priests.

But judging from the spiritual seals on their hands, these officers are all chivalrous priests.

A large number of villagers were herded to a dirt platform, and several white officers in yellow clothes stood proudly below.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" The old cough sounded, and I saw an old man with an old dragon bell on the earthen platform walk out.

He was hunched on his back, his face was wrinkled, he looked weak, and he was holding an ancient wooden cane.

"I didn't expect the royal family to attack these ordinary people!" said the old man in an old voice.

An officer below jumped up and stabbed at the old man with all his might, and the old man's words had angered him just now.

The old man actually swung the crutch violently, and actually pulled the soldier to the ground, and the strength was not something that ordinary people could beat.

The other soldiers looked at the old man in surprise, in this village, there were priests, and their goal was to slaughter the entire village with zero casualties.

A spirit mark appeared on the old man's forehead, which was brown, and vaguely looked like a walking stick......

The soldier who had just been whipped to the ground was angry again, and jumped up violently, the spiritual seal in his hand lit up, and the spear in his hand stabbed at the old man at a rapid speed.

But the old man turned around dexterously, and the spirit mark on the back of his hand lit up again, and he slammed his cane on the soldier's head.

The soldier bled and fell limply. Died like that?

In the middle of the soldiers, a soldier suddenly jumped out and went directly to the earthen platform.

"It's actually a priesthood master, and he killed our teammates, do you want to die?" the soldier exploded.

The old man raised the cane in his hand again, and a faint light appeared in his cloudy eyes.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and the crutch collided violently with the spear.

The soldier lifted it hard, and the old man took a step back, and then, at this moment, the spirit mark in the soldier's eyes lit up, and his whole body was actually covered with brown hair.

A fierce kick on the old man's stomach.

The old man took several steps back.

The soldier, who looked like a wolf of fortune at this time, grasped the spear in both hands and stabbed forward.

"Poof!"

The old man's body was pierced by a spear. None of the villagers next to him dared to come forward to help, and they all huddled together, trembling.

The spear was drawn, and the old man fell to the ground.

The soldier turned and raised his spear at the sky, and a dozen soldiers rushed up and stabbed the villagers who were huddled.

After a while, these fresh lives passed away, and the blood stained the entire Tutai. The soldiers laughed insolently at the sky.

In the center of the soldiers.

It was a relatively thin body compared to the others, he was not wearing the military uniform, but a black mask, and next to him stood a young man in a white suit.

He made a retching performance. The young man in the white suit said, "This is war, you have to get used to it." ”

"But they were all living ......," said the thin man. There were already tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Child, if you want to stand at the top of this continent, you must go through this, you must know that the strong people who are more than fifty years old have one or two lives on their backs, child, you have to be strong, and firmly believe that the mainland is your stage......"

The boy looked up at him.

The man in the white suit nodded to him.