The night is a special place for death, and it is also a hunting ground for orcs. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

They are sharper, quicker, more accurate, more vicious, and God has given them the sharpest claws and the strongest bodies in the world, they are born strong, they are born strong.

The blood-colored canopy of the sky glowed purple against the background of the night, revealing a sporadic evil aura, like an abyssal demon god sleeping there, and every bit of power escaped from his breath.

Night, getting thicker.

Heavy gasps gradually sounded in the orc camp that had been silent for several hours, a pair of green and yellow pupils opened, dotting the darkness, and the petite figures stood out one by one, swaying slightly, and disappeared into the air silently.

Senka struggled with one leg, moving inch by inch on the ground, the bones everywhere provoked the broken nerve in his calf, and every step Senka took seemed to have someone with a knife to cut his thigh, and the pain overwhelmed his consciousness, making him have to climb a few steps before stopping to catch his breath.

He can't die, he must go back alive, although he knows that if he goes back alive, he will also die, but he still has a family, and children, and he makes him proud of little Roth, he wants to watch his little Roth become a member of the Scarlet Judgment Knights, and become a high nobleman, so he must watch the promise made by the Lord in the shadows be fully fulfilled.

The scattered snowflakes gradually sprinkled, perhaps because of the attack of the beasts, Senka felt that the snowflakes were getting colder and bigger, so big that there was already a thick layer of snow on his body.

He gasped helplessly, tiredness welled up in his heart like a tide, he shook his head, gritted his teeth, his calf slammed on the ground, and the severe pain made his consciousness instantly sober.

"Still alive?"

In his ears, a sudden cold voice attracted his attention, and he was stunned, and when he raised his head, the hazy snow obscured his vision, making him not see very well.

There, huge shadows like mountains stood, eyes burning with black flames swaying under the snow, and suffocating death power emanated from the shadows, devouring the surrounding life.

Senka asked confusedly, "You...... You are ......"

"Living, I feel that the blood in your body is what I desire, hand it over, and I will let you go. ”

The hoarse voice is like two pieces of glass slag rubbing against each other, which makes people shudder.

"Hot ...... Hot blood?"

Senkaren paused for a moment, all he wanted to do now was to return to the city and see that the things promised to him were fulfilled, otherwise what else could he talk about?

"yes, your steaming blood. ”

A hoarse voice came from behind, cold and faint like an abyssal breath, a pale hand slowly put on Senka's shoulder, Senka stiffened, cold sweat broke out instantly, he turned his head slowly, only one eye, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The shawl has long hair, as white as snow, the ****'s eyes seem to fall off, a black mandala petal blooms in the center of the eyebrows, thirteen purple and cyan veins tightly entangle the flower stems, and the black veins turn into black mandala patterns that are continuously transported into the center of the eyebrows.

Si Silu smiled, her thin cheeks were like a devil's smile, her bright red lips flipped to reveal her white gums, and a trace of viscous liquid flowed quietly, exuding a pungent sour smell, "It's really hot blood." ”

Silu licked the corners of her mouth, and her appearance was exactly the same as that of the witch in the record.

"You, you...... You are ......"

Senka wailed in despair, knowing in his heart that under such greed, there was absolutely no way for him to escape.

"Who am I?" Silu smiled, her thin face getting paler and paler, "What do you think of the Vengeful Queen Silu?"

"Huh?"

Sisilu's slender nails picked up Senka's chin, kissed him gently, and bit him on the earlobe under Senka's gaze.

Senka's eyes widened and he yelled in terror, but he couldn't make a sound.

After a while, Si Silu retracted her mouth with satisfaction, licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, and smiled with satisfaction, "It's hot, now, I'm getting more and more ...... Who?"

A huge shadow instantly appeared behind Si Silu, and a black shield carved with a face appeared in front of her, stubbornly resisting the claws that suddenly appeared.

The claws were fleeting, bringing up a little spark, and in the sparks, the green pupils glanced indifferently at the huge shadow, and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

"Who is it?" Si Silu roared, casually spilling a cloud of black mist over the four fields, took out a bone staff, and pestled it on the ground, "Come out!"

“#￥%...... ￥*&*......”

Sisi raised her eyebrows and sneered, "Beast language, a lowly race!"

The murderous aura in the air condensed, and dozens of figures came out of the darkness, brown fluff, half a meter tall, and green pupils looked at each other, turned around, and disappeared into the air.

"Kill!"

Si Silu laughed debaucherily, the darkness behind her shrouded the four fields, and the purple ghost fire "poof" and "poof" appeared, surrounding the left and right, in front of him, the shadow was like a mountain, the shield in his hand was raised, the long sword swept, and the power of darkness rolled out from his body......

"These shameful traitors, I'm going to destroy them!"

Ofer roared angrily, the battle report in his hand turned into powder under the pouring of power in an instant, and the table inlaid with three magic arrays below was also shattered, and the three magical elements of earth, water, and light overflowed from the fragments and merged into the void.

The thirteen sacrificial knights carefully dodged the debris flying in the air, which contained the wrath of a legendary-level powerhouse, and it was not something that the sages could easily touch.

Just a few minutes earlier, the Death Squad, a special unit of 5,000 felons who had been requisitioned from the rear, had charged the orc troops, but at the time of three thousand meters, they had turned a corner and fled to the south.

This is not only the loss of an important force to resist the orcs, but also the desecration of the Holy Light, you know, it is five thousand felons, each of them has a bad record, even if they cannot be burned at the stake, but every one of them is absolutely not a problem to be hanged in public.

And now, they ran, and it was like a huge slap in the face to the Holy See of Light. It's tolerable, it's unbearable!

"My lord, what are we going to do next?" asked the Sacrificial Knight Whisperer, bowing down.

"What should I do?" Oliver turned around and roared, "Do you still want me to hand it over to you?" Go, use the long sword in your hand to remove all resistance in the path of light, and there is not a single scum left!"

"What about the death squads?"

The anger in Oliver's eyes jumped, "Since they ran away, let's treat them as dead!"

"This ...... If you let them escape, you will ...... to us."

"Remember, they're dead!"

Oliver pulled the word Ret, stared at the word Ret, repeated the last few words fiercely, turned around, and dissipated into a puff of holy light in the air.

Whisperer pondered for a moment, nodded to the sacrificial knight behind him, and sighed softly: "Prepare, the time has come for the sacrificial knights to sacrifice." (To be continued.) )