Two minutes later, Wang Xu and Zhana had laid all the traps of the new plan. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After another minute, the centaur general Sharpeur, with eight thousand centaur warriors in eight phalanxes, came to the location of the mouth of the valley.

Although the original land of the river valley has become like hell, full of black dry magma and small pools full of muddy water, the area that can be arrayed in the river valley is still very large, not to mention that it can stand up to 80,000 people, not to mention that the Centaur Legion has less than 10,000 people.

Despite this, under the restraint of the centaur general Shappel, no one rashly entered the valley, and everyone stood outside the valley and looked at the scenery inside, but their expressions were not so comfortable when they looked at the scenery, but they were glaring angrily, like the angry King Kong at the mouth of the temple, and their eyes were full of endless anger.

For, in the middle of the valley, stood a wooden pillar of ten people together, about thirty meters high, and in the middle of it was tied with a thick iron chain a strong centaur man who was constantly struggling, and that strong man was Cesar, the centaur commander who had been killed earlier.

At this moment, Cesar, the centaur commander, is already a dead man, but he has been transformed into an undead creature by Zana's necromantic magic, and is performing a struggling scene, its head is covered in rags, its body is covered with scars, and its body is covered with blood.

In fact, Cesar, who has become an undead creature, has no blood in his body, and the blood outside the wounds on his body is drawn by Wang Xu with the blood of the demonic beast, in order to strive for truth, Wang Xu also used cotton balls to inhale a sufficient amount of blood and stuff it into Cesar's mouth, although its head was covered by a rag bag, but the effect of vomiting blood from the mouth can still be seen at a glance.

As a result, not a single centaur warrior, including the centaur general Shappel, thought that Cesar, the commander, was dead, and everyone felt that it was simply held hostage by the enemy.

Looking at his friend Cesar, who was tied up in thick iron chains, the painful and struggling appearance, the centaur general Shapur couldn't stand it anymore, so he was ready to go in alone to save it, but suddenly, its shoulders were grabbed.

Shaple turned his head angrily and found that the person holding his shoulder was still his closest staff member, who was looking at him with a serious expression and shaking his head heavily at him.

"General, no matter what, even if you kill me, I can't let you in, it's obvious that there's a trap inside, can't you see it?" the staff member said to Shapur in a deep voice.

"I know, but......" Sharpell raised his pure gold scepter, slapped off the hand of the staff member holding his shoulder, and roared angrily: "That's my friend, my comrade-in-arms, my brother Cesar, can I just be here, watching it all over its body, struggling in pain, if it were me, would you just watch it like this, and be indifferent, wouldn't you?"

"I don't want to watch General Cesara suffer so much, but anyone can go, you can't go, and if we lose you, we'll be finished!" the staff member persuaded with tears in his eyes.

"I'm not going to go anywhere, it's my brother!" Centaur General Shapur seemed to have made up his mind, and turned his head not to look at the staff who were already about to cry, and prepared to leave.

Just as Shapoel stepped out of his front hooves, the staff yelled, "I'll go!"

"What?" After hearing the roar of his staff, Shappel's front hooves fell, and he turned his head to look at his closest staff member in confusion, and asked in surprise, "What are you ......?"

"Except for you, General, the only person who may succeed in saving General Cesara is me, you can't go, I can, let me go?" said the staff resolutely.

"This ......," Chapoel asked bitterly after hesitating for a few seconds, "how many people are you going to bring?"

"Ten?" replied the staff in a serious tone.

"What! so little!" Sharpel looked at his staff in bewilderment.

"Knowing that it is a trap, the possibility of rescuing General Cesara is not very high, rather than bringing more people to die in the trap, it is better to bring a few fewer people, maybe you can escape from the trap, you say yes, General!" the staff replied to Shapur in a low voice, and his words were full of endless shrewdness.

"Well, perhaps, you're right," Shapur said in a deep voice to his staff after a moment's silence, "You pick ten people from my guards and go with you!"

To tell the truth, the centaur general Sharpeur still wanted to save Cesar by himself, but in front of him, his staff had already spoken, and he had agreed, and it was too late to regret it, so he had to send it, but he didn't want to lose it.

As a result, Shappel, who has always been decisive, fell into a rare entanglement in his heart at this moment.

"Thank you, General, I'll just pick ten people at random, I don't need your personal guards, it makes more sense to let them guard your side!" the staff responded to Sharpel in a deep voice.

"This ...... Okay......" Sharpel sighed helplessly.

"You," the staff member turned his head to look at the ten centaur warriors beside him, and ordered them, "follow me, we will go and save General Cesara!"

"Yes, sir!" the ten named centaur warriors saluted the staff, then stepped out of the queue and waited next to the staff.

"I'm going, General!" the staff member took a deep look at Shappel, gestured to the ten men beside him, and led them slowly towards the center of the valley, looking at the back, like eleven felons entering the execution ground, there was a sense of déjà vu that would never return.

"Why......" After a long sigh, the centaur general Sharpeur lowered his eyes from the eleven of his own warriors who had stepped into the valley.

Just as the staff led the ten centaur warriors towards the center of the valley and cautiously advanced, in the cave halfway up the valley and shrouded in shrubs, Wang Xu and Zhana were also quietly observing the movements of the 8,000-man centaur army below.

"That's a smart man," Wang Xu raised his hand and pointed at the staff member, and said to Zhana in his consciousness with a transmission note: "It knows that the trap I set is a certain death, so it only brought ten people over, so even if it is a trick, it will not kill a few people, which is really smart." ”

"Are you praising it, or are you sarcastic about it?" Zana turned her head to look up at Wang Xu, and also asked Wang Xu in her consciousness with a transmission note.

"I heard it, I'm sarcastic!" Wang Xu shook his head slightly, glanced at the large army of centaurs, and mocked: "I guess they won't guess after they die, this time, I set a trap at the mouth of the valley where their large army is at the moment......" (To be continued.) )