Ah Lang listened to the information provided by the owl, and was stunned in his heart, although he knew that this dark human had a flying army on hand, he definitely did not expect that all the whereabouts of the third prince were under his control.

"You knew he was leaving?"

Li Zhen shook his head, "If the magic legion didn't make a move, he definitely wouldn't,"

The magic legion's attack squeezed the last bit of legion strength out of the third prince's hand, and now he had to flee.

These ranks of ordinary creatures and nobles who poured into the Silvermoon Canyon were able to buy him time to escape.

"Ah Lang, where do you say our Royal Highness the Prince will flee to!", Li Zhenshu seemed to be playing a simple game, more like speculating on what the opponent would do next.

The third prince can't squeeze a little profit, of course, he can squeeze some wealth.

If Li Zhenshu's memory is correct, the prince of the Black Iron Kingdom eats in his whale tavern, and the golden hooves consumed every day are astronomical.

And the high cost of the Whale Tavern is just a normal expense in its eyes.

There is no way this shrewd third prince will leave naked.

Li Zhenshu took out a needle syringe and inserted it into the black spot on his hand, and slowly pulled out a tube of black blood, "What's the name of the third prince!"

"Post!", Aaron instinctively replied.

Li Zhenshu threw a red and black mud pill into the black tube, then carefully sealed it, took out the envelope and sealed it, and then wrote the letter on the brown paper with a quill pen, "If you want to live, send this letter to the leader of the Magic Legion of Silvermoon Canyon!"

"What are you going to do?", he is a dignified Cold Moon Sword Saint, and the mission of coming here is to supervise this necromancer, and now the other party is actually giving orders.

"Save your life!", Li Zhen trembled and looked at the wind blades that kept falling in the distance, like fireworks, what a wonderful magic, and only the magic legion could create magic so beautifully, "The third prince will not give us an antidote!"

"Do you have an antidote?", Ah Lang was a little anxious, he had secretly probed many times, the mandala incense kiss was the exclusive venom of the Gale Royal Family, and the secret was only in the hands of a few core members of the royal family.

Li Zhen shook his head, "No, but I can give you a chance to find an antidote!"

"Opportunity?", Ah Lang felt that this dark human was so funny, he needed a necromancer's handout?

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!", a silent Wren stepped out from behind.

"You've been following us?"

Wren shook his head, "I'm also walking by, if you don't want to die so simply, it's best to fight for yourself a chance, there are not many who can let him give a chance." ”

Ah Lang is inexplicable, he is a holy step.

Li Zhen looked indifferently ahead, the silver rain of wind blades had come to an end, and the remaining creatures tried their best to leave this human purgatory.

They are nothing but civilians, not normal fighters!

"I need fresh blood!", Li Zhen calmly looked at the red blood river flowing outside the Silver Moon Canyon, and there was a faint impulse in his heart, "Ah Lang, what will happen if you become a god-level powerhouse one day!

Li Zhen trembled and muttered to himself, he didn't persuade Ah Lang, nor did he give him any guarantee, "You are a good person and you shouldn't be enslaved!"

"Slave?", Ah Lang muttered to himself.

"Although I don't know how difficult the Divine Rank is, I know that you can't set foot in the Holy Rank without a free soul, instead of living like a walking corpse, it's better to use the rest of the time to do something worthwhile!", Li Zhenshuo pointed to the farthest place, "The Third Prince is fleeing now, you can go back, of course, you can take my head with you if you want!"

"I have a question?", Ah Lang asked very seriously, "why did you choose me?"

"Because you are the third prince's person!", Li Zhenshu said directly, "You are also a sword saint, it is easier to convince people!", Lao Li stretched out his hand to show the poisoned palm, "Will the third prince give us an antidote?"

"No!", sadness quietly wandered over Ah Lang's face, "a good friend of mine, who has no antidote, finally cried out bitterly that I would kill her!"

"Looks like you did it!"

Ah Lang put the blood in the sleeve of his close-fitting shirt, turned around and asked, "Can I come back alive?", without waiting for Lao Li's answer, he disappeared with an afterimage.

The mangled corpses were scattered in the corners of the canyon, as if they had been chopped dozens of times by a steel knife.

The constant moaning and screaming hit Ah Lang's nerves, and in the distance, he stretched out his arms and convulsed violently, leaving only half of his body helpless to look up at the sky.

The blood ticked like a spring, but the dripping was red, and a small river the thickness of a thumb merged in the recess of the Silver Moon Canyon in the blood spots.

He had seen the slaughter with his own eyes, and looked indifferently at the tower at the top of the mountain, where the gaze of a Holy Order mage happened to shoot at him.

Hordes of mages descended from the mountain peaks, saw the living creatures, raised their staffs and released the wind blades, cutting off the whole head and carefully receiving it in the package.

"This traitor's head can be exchanged for a meritorious service!"

"If I get this together, I can become a squad leader right away!"

A few mages walked by talking and laughing, and Ah Lang hid in the mountain peak to gather all his breath, and then quickly ran forward, he wanted to go to the top of the mountain.

The heads were placed in the hilltop square, which had been piled up into a hill, and the two mages took out their heads from their cloth bags and threw them into the hill of corpses.

Domination of the military!

The heads of those inhabitants have become a tool for these mages to accumulate merit!

Airplanes!

A stream of cyan light scattered, magic detection!

Ah Lang smiled bitterly and walked out of the hidden mountain crevice, the magic of the five Holy Order mages had locked on him.

"I want to see the leader of the Magic Legion!", Aaron held a letterhead with the name of the third prince Post written on it.

"Are you Post's messenger?", a Holy Stepper next to him stepped forward and opened the letterhead directly, and then smiled at a middle-aged mage in the distance, "Post has surrendered!"

Hearing this, everyone cheered, the last time he directly engulfed the Sandwind Legion, and now he has annihilated such a force, and the third prince no longer has much strength.

"What is this tube of blood for?"

Ah Lang felt his bones tremble, and he saw with his own eyes that Li Zhenshu had taken something black from his body and added it.

"His Royal Highness the Prince pulled out of his body!", Ah Lang lied, "I received an order to deliver the letter to the Captain of the Magic Legion!"

The Saint Rank Mage in the distance walked over and stared at the black blood carefully, "It should be sincerity," and with a slight twist, a pungent fishy smell came to his face.

"Poison!", after being stunned, he threw it at Ah Lang, who kicked the blood vial in the air with a backward volley, and kicked it right into the hill-like pile of corpses.

Poof, a black mist burst open, and the slightest black gas quickly spread with the smell of corpses in the air.

Light Purification!

A bright light rose like the sun, bursting into a ripple of light and scattering in all directions.

But the black and green fog became thicker and thicker, without the slightest intention of dissipating.

"It's the Emerald Ridge Fierce Poison!", the red-robed Bright Priest suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar, as if he thought of the Storm City Lord he had visited, the only thing that could not be purified was the virus extracted from the corpses, "Don't breathe, get out of these corpses quickly!"

Even with the reminder of the red-robed priest, some of them were still a little infected, and their faces were flushed and their breathing accelerated.

Call!

A green flame pierced through the pile of bones, and the flame spread along the thick corpse qi in the air, along the foot of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and along the foot of the mountain to the middle of the canyon.

Puff puff!

Blood, flesh, bones, all the corpses are like oil, just touch it.

The oily green flames were like the footsteps of the devil, moving in the direction of the Silver Moon Canyon step by step, and wherever there were corpses, such corpse flames would appear.

The stunning Silvermoon Canyon has become purgatory, and the mage legion's home has become a veritable netherworld.

The soaring green poisonous gas rose into the sky, turning into patches of oily green clouds, condensing and then turning into viscous grease and dripping onto the mountain wall, slowly drifting towards the back of the Silver Moon Canyon under the impetus of the wind.

"Don't let that cloud of poison drift over!", the red-robed priest shouted as he held the leader of the legion,

He's weak now, and he should be infected.

But it is even clearer that if the poisonous clouds are allowed to drift over, not only here, but all the villages on the periphery of the Silvermoon Canyon will be slaughtered.

This weird virus seems to be contagious when it encounters a corpse!

"Take advantage of the hurricane vortex immediately!", the legion commander calmed down, this virus is spread by the stench of rotten corpses, as long as the smell of rotten corpses is limited, the so-called virus can be limited. <