The war was indeed over, and later Mu Shaoan realized that he had been fighting against the virus nightcrawler for nearly half an hour, although he was robbed of his head by others in the end, but he didn't care too much, and he wouldn't regret the death of an excellent enemy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, he doesn't have any sadness, he is not a coward, he is not a sentimental little white face, and he does not have some kind of illusion of sympathy.

Life is life, death is death, and if he dies in battle, he doesn't care if his opponent has a trace of respect for him, he doesn't care if a crow pecks out his eyes, he doesn't care about maggots crawling all over his body, he doesn't care about rotting into skeletons.

The only thing he thought about now was to get a good night's sleep, he was so tired.

Therefore, for the little white face that appeared in front of him, he really had a hundred thousand reasons to chop it up with a knife and then burn it clean.

"Does it seem that you want to kill me because I saved your life? I know that a proud warrior like you would rather die with dignity than be saved by others, especially when he is rescued by a beautiful man like me, who is far superior to you, handsome and dashing, graceful, loved by everyone, and who sees flowers and flowers, do you feel very humiliated? A weak beauty, a tsundere royal sister, a cute Lori, or a big man with a big beard and a very rough man, similar to Jia Lingling?"

"Get out!"

Mu Shaoan resisted the urge to vomit blood, and wanted to shout, but he really didn't have the strength, where did this Nima come out of such a superlative.

"You're really lucky, and of course your strength is okay. Instead of leaving, the archer sat cross-legged in front of Mu Shao'an with a smile, nibbling on a piece of hard bacon and feeling good about himself: "I think you must be very concerned about the development of the war—"

Mu Shaoan closed his eyes, he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore.

"Do you know Marshal Galen?"

“...”

"I have to say that this time Prince Jiawen, oh, no, now it is His Majesty Jiawen IV's war strategy that has been used so wonderfully, it is amazing!"

“...”

"They first showed weakness to the enemy, and announced three months ago that Marshal Galen was dying of old age and the time limit was approaching, after all, this is also normal, Galen is 198 years old, and it is understandable that he accidentally invaded by wind and cold after marrying the forty-second concubine. Then deliberately shrinking the troops, the first tower city seemed to be crumbling and ready to be breached at any time, and then the virus army gathered forces to invade. ”

“...”

"At this time, the Chaos Base is also cunning, and it decided to send five thousand reinforcements to the airborne, and deliberately accidentally revealed the news, but in fact, the Chaos Base has prepared ten gold-level hunting groups to stand by in the back this time. ”

“...”

"And then today, the main force of the Virus Legion attacked the First Tower City with all its might, and the defense lines could be broken at any time, but at dusk, His Majesty Jiawen sent the Seventh Legion to seize the Rock Cape Fortress and join forces with the reinforcements, ha, this is a joke in the eyes of the Virus Corps, so they gathered forces overnight with the intention of annihilating the Seventh Legion and the reinforcements here, well, you guessed what happened next, the rumored Marshal Galen, who was already dying, led a thousand elites of the Dreadnought Vanguard Legion plus ten gold-level hunting groups sent by the Chaos Base suddenly killed, first destroying the large camp of the Virus Legion, and beheading three S-class Virus Kings in a rowAt this time, His Majesty Jiawen IV led the army to rush out of the first tower city, well, now they are in a team battle, and a big victory can be expected. ”

"Your uncle, I don't care, I just want to sleep well, what the hell are you going to do?"

couldn't bear it anymore, Mu Shaoan finally saved enough breath and scolded angrily, and let people live?

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my negligence, contemptible Lin Xiaolan, the A-level contract collaborator of the Dragon Gate Inn LAN, and also the second deputy head of the Dragon Gate Inn Hunting Group, what do you call it?

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Here's how it happened.

When Mu Shao'an woke up the next morning, he didn't find himself lying on a soft and spacious bed, there was no bright sunlight shining in the window, there was no refreshing fragrance of flowers at the bedside, and most importantly, there was no gentle, beautiful and virtuous beauty with a sweet smile looking at him affectionately.

Therefore, Mu Shao'an's heart, which was poured with blood and killing, was not melted.

The bombing that had tormented him for a long time last night, and the damned Lin Xiao Slut didn't know when he left, maybe it was just a nightmare.

The corpses on the city walls and in the streets were gone, but the smell of blood in the air was still very pungent.

The original dilapidated gaps in the city wall have been replaced by tall and intact walls, and overnight, the territory stones, which have received sufficient resources to input, have rebuilt a ruin into a rock fortress with thick walls and amazing defense.

Cheers can still be heard in the distance, and last night's team fight was indeed played at a very high level.

Whether it is the strategy and fraud in the early stage, or the deliberate weakness of the enemy in the middle stage, luring the ambush, to the final sudden kill, the front and back attacks, the bearded grandfather Galen went berserk, the manager Zhao Xin ran rampant, and Jiawen V killed three times in a row, which is absolutely wonderful.

It's a pity that the identity of the protagonist never belongs to them, these cannon fodder.

The victors were glorified at the highest level, they reaped the best booty, and respected by all, and the glory of this battle was destined to go down in history and be recited by the troubadours for generations to come.

Only them, cannon fodder soldiers, who cares?

They don't even care.

A team of energetic, heavily armed patrol soldiers walked over and demanded with a majestic gaze that Mu Shaoan either show the nameplate of the imperial soldier or get out of the main city immediately.

Yes, this is no longer a ruin, no longer the same section of the wall he had been guarding last night.

He just smiled, didn't argue with reason, and didn't say the names of White and the others.

He's still alive, isn't he?

But one day, his name will make everyone tremble when they hear it, including enemies, his own people, and everyone.

It's not a rhetoric, and it's not the resentment of not bullying the poor of the young man, it's just that he is a warrior, a warrior who can laugh at death, and even death is helpless.

Or it could be a little simpler,

One day, I will become a god of death.

Under the long knife, there are ants. (To be continued.) )