The camp covers an area of dozens of square miles, the people are strong and strong, the military appearance is neat, the clothes and armor are distinct, the swords and guns are better than the snow, quiet and orderly, and it gives people a very majestic appearance from afar. The leader, Mo Tianming, likes to stay in such an atmosphere. The barracks, well-trained servicemen and this equipment gave him a full sense of security. Only by staying here can he feel his power.

Under normal circumstances, he would not leave his barracks easily. Only when something was forced and very necessary, he would put on his close-fitting barbed soft armor, take his elite bodyguards, and leave for a while. Once he was done, he would quickly return to his Black Flag Army camp.

Although he has 8,000 men and horses, all of them are elite soldiers selected through rigorous training. His Black Flag Army is an important force in the Sunset Alliance. It is precisely because of this that he is full of confidence in his big camp.

Since the death of the old alliance leader, he has become less and less interested in the new alliance leader. He knew that in the future, there would be an even younger Young Alliance leader to take over, that little yellow-haired boy with a big temper named Lin Yi. But what does this matter to him? He doesn't need to look up to people, no army in the Sunset Forest dares to do anything to him. He also doesn't listen to anyone dictating to him.

I heard that the kid himself was tossing some kind of Tempest Warriors. How could a young boy know how to lead troops? Didn't he later plant a big heel in that place of sighing? I don't know how thick the sky is? How can the officers and men who can defeat the army of the Northern Alliance be easy to provoke?

"Report—!" a soldier interrupted his thoughts and stood outside the door of his room. "Lord Qiqi, the envoy of the King of the Northern Alliance has sent a secret letter. ”

What is the matter with the Northern Alliance looking for me? Mo Tianming was puzzled at first, and then a little proud: They lost the first war of invasion of Black Cloud City, and they need to find helpers and allies in our Sunset Forest! How did they think of me? Haha, I didn't expect that I was so famous? Even the king of the Northern Alliance could ask for me.

"Invite the envoy of the upper state to come in and speak. Mo Tianming cleaned up his clothes, stood up and said.

"Returning to your lordship," the soldier reported, "the envoy said: The secret letter contains a letter from the king of the Northern Alliance, and I ask Lord Mo to read the secret letter in detail before considering whether it is necessary to invite him in for a detailed discussion." ”

As soon as Mo Tianming thought about it, he took the letter and returned to the table to read it in detail. Among the secret letters were a letter and a stack of golden tickets from the Northern Alliance, as well as a letter of appointment appointing Mo Tianming as the general of the expedition to the south. Mo Tianming smiled when he saw this, and said in his heart that my old Mo also has today, isn't the opportunity to soar to the sky?

Let's go and read the letter first. The letter first listed all kinds of wrongs in the court of Black Cloud City, which was not only illegal, but also incompetent in governing the country. It not only harmed the people, but also squeezed many capable people into the forest and did not reuse. The whole country was in such a mess that it was the result of the king's incompetence and corruption.

The Northern Alliance held high the banner of righteousness, saved the people from fire and water, and sent troops to the south, in accordance with the will of heaven. Who knew that it was ruined by the villain's demon magic, so that the success was lost. Now that the Northern Alliance has decided to mobilize a million troops to sweep south, it has been said that Lord Mo not only has the talent to pass through the heavens and latitudes, but also takes the common people in the world as his own responsibility. He was specially appointed as the general of the Northern Alliance to conquer the South, as the vanguard of the rebel army, etc., etc.

After reading an article, Mo Tianming saw his eyebrows flying, and he was not happy. He went to look at the golden tickets again, and saw that the paper was excellent, the ink was fragrant, and it was well-made. The heart says that a big country is a big country, and even this silver ticket is so exquisite that it makes people feel comfortable to watch.

Probably because of the newer production, the letter, the silver ticket and the large pile of letters of appointment were glued tightly to each other and were not easy to separate. Mo Tianming licked his fingers and dipped his saliva to turn page by page. It's his old habit.

But he soon realized that something was wrong. There was a numbness in his tongue, and then before he could figure out what was going on, he felt his heart beat unusually violently. He opened his mouth to shout, but found that he could only make a low, muddy sound of "oh, oh" in his throat, and he couldn't utter anything. He tried to rush out the door, but he stumbled and fell to the ground. There was black blood coming out of the nose and mouth.

The soldiers outside the door heard the movement, called a few adults, and when they saw that there was no response, they pushed the door in to see, only to find that something was wrong. He hurriedly shouted, and the entire barracks was immediately thrown into chaos.

Knowing that after more than ten minutes, Mo Tianming's heartbeat was gone, and only then did the officer think of arresting the special envoy of the Northern Alliance to ask what was going on, but no one could find the so-called envoy again. Upon closer inspection, the golden tickets were all fake, and the paper had been soaked through with highly toxic venom.

At the same time, Li Jinxiang, the leader of the Brave Alliance, was sitting in his helm, looking at a letter with similar content. He is a very particular person, has good personal hygiene habits, and will not lick his fingers when he is fine.

In the letter to him, there was one more thing that Mo Tianming did not have-a string of crystal clear agate necklaces. Li Jinxiang is famous for his fondness for gold and silver treasures, and the necklace in the envelope is so beautiful, shining with gorgeous and unusual brilliance under the sunlight shining through the window. He picked up the necklace and looked at it carefully, and said in his heart: Sure enough, it is the wealthy Northern Alliance, and such a treasure can't be taken out even in the palace of Black Cloud City!

Suddenly, he felt a tingling pain in his hand. When he looked closely, he found that there were several sharp steel thorns on the gold chain of agate, and several small cuts had been pierced in his hand. If you don't look closely, you won't be able to find these little steel spikes.

"How could there be such a thing?" he muttered absently, wondering why there were such tiny steel spikes on the necklace. But he soon found that his fingers had become stiff and less dexterous. And those small punctured wounds were bleeding all the time, and those that flowed out were no longer the red blood that had been at the beginning, but black blood mixed with a fishy smell.

He shouted out the door, "Come on, come on!" and he tried to hurry out of the door, but somehow, he stumbled and knocked over the table and fell to the ground.

When Lang Zhong, whom he had hired at a high price, came in a panic with a medicine box, he had no pulse. Upon examination, it was found that the necklace was not agate at all. A few years later, it was revealed that the crown prince of Black Cloud City had taken them into the mountains to collect ore and refine all kinds of glass.