Desert, night, eleven forty o'clock.

"It's coming, the hour is coming!" Davisy opened his eyes with sorrow, he didn't feel the slightest sleepiness after staying up for most of the night, and clenched his fists with excitement on his face.

He willingly stayed in the desert for more than ten years, with the yellow sand as his companion and with the soldiers, just for the arrival of this day.

Time flowed through its fingertips little by little, like wisps of yellow sand rubbing between its fingers, itching and impatient to scratch its mind.

11:55 a.m.

Davisy looked back at the dozens of pure-blooded yellow men who had been escorted and marked as exile, and a fierce and ruthless look swept through the depths of his eyes.

At this time, Kamanda was the first to move, and she was like a ghost, silently approaching the camp of the 13th Regiment of the Eighth Army in the night.

A soldier snorted boredly and cursed softly: "Damn magician, what's so nice about the desert? If it weren't for my magical talent of only forty-seven, would I still eat sand here?" I have long been a nobleman, drinking and bullying people, and then pampering and pampering teenage maids...... Tsk, this beautiful day, it's really his "" and "son" raised comfortably~~"

Kamanda listened quietly to the soldier's conjecture, looking at his silhouette with a playful face.

Suddenly, the soldier glanced over his head with a slight feeling, and with the faint bonfire, he saw a very sexy beautiful woman, staring at him with interest.

"Oh, the goddess is above, I must be thinking that women are crazy and hallucinating. The soldier groaned, his eyes wide open, greedily staring at Kamanda's towering breasts.

"Have you seen enough?" a cold, seductive voice came, and the soldier struck a spirit, and in an instant he came to his senses, and was about to shout and question Kamanda's origins.

Hearing a "poof", a yellow fighting qi turned into a sharp sword blade, which pierced the soldier's eyebrows in one fell swoop, and a cluster of blood flowers burst out. His eyelids rolled and he fell straight down.

Kamanda leaned over and caught the soldier's heavy body behind his back, her towering breasts pressed against the soldier's back. A burst of indifferent laughter reached the soldier's ears: "It's soft, it's a pity, you can't experience it anymore~~ Dirty soldiers." ”

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A few minutes later, another soldier on duty collapsed and was secretly wiped on the neck.

The head of the west had a pair of cold eyes. Putting on the light armor and helmet of the soldier on duty, he quietly came up with a bag drop trick.

A minute later, another taller soldier on duty fell, and after a gentle change of clothes, a muscular figure stood there as if nothing had happened.

At twelve o'clock, at midnight the next day, Davisy suddenly opened his contemplative eyes, two terrible wisps of light. Gone in a flash.

Bite~~

Bite~~

Bite~~

Davisi's expressionless face touched a yellow boy covered in blood with his magic wand, and a strange sound was heard.

The sound of boiling blood suddenly rippled like ripples, as if it was burning, and the boy howled miserably, and with a bang, his whole body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist lingered in the void for a long time, floating there wickedly.

Davisy closed his eyes, his wand in hand, and the words came to his mouth. He fell on his knees and bowed to the east in devotion.

The mutation alarmed the soldiers of the 13th Regiment of the Eighth Army, and many people crawled out of the warm bed. Armed with iron swords and spears, they swarmed around Visy.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a desert tornado hit madly again, and many people screamed in fear and fled in all directions. Look for something to hide.

"Hahaha...... A bunch of stupid things!" Davisy screamed excitedly when he saw the desert tornado again, and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh as he glanced at the frightened soldiers.

"Keep up, and take these exiles with you. Davisy gave a faint command and walked straight towards the desert tornado.

Fortunately, the commander of the thirteenth regiment is also a battle-hardened person who has seen the world, and after swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, he rode the sand beast and followed.

Before the thousands of people had time to pack anything, leaving only more than 100 people to guard the supplies and heavy weapons, they went on the road lightly, marching towards the storm of death in horror.

The hurricane is getting stronger and stronger, and it hurts people's faces.

The sand beast hissed in horror, and everyone pulled the reins of the water tightly, trying to control the sand beast.

It didn't take long for the hurricane to stop, and the desert tornado disappeared without a trace.

At 0:09 the next day, thousands of officers and soldiers of the 13th Regiment of the Eighth Army of the Empire, under the leadership of Da Weixi, saw a landscape that they could not forget in their lives.

It was a dirt pit......

A very wide pit with a depth of dozens of feet!

In the middle of the earthen pit, there is a ruin!

The ruins of an ancient city buried by windblown sand!!

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"Heavenly ...... Oh my God, the goddess is above, the great goddess of light is above, I can't believe what I'm seeing!" shouted one of the soldiers.

The pit was so big that there was no end in sight, and even if you looked at the horizon, it was part of the pit.

Completely different and similar to the ruins of modern cities, the presentation of Chiguoguo in front of everyone, this visual impact is absolutely incomparable.

"Let's go. Davisi said lightly, and took the lead in getting off the back of the sand beast and sliding all the way down the dirt slope.

The commander of the thirteenth regiment opened his mouth in shock and confusion, wanting to ask what Davisi wanted to do, but after seeing that the latter had already slid down, he helplessly pulled his throat and shouted to the rest of the soldiers: "Stupid soldiers, be careful, pay attention to your feet!"

"Adjutant, you stay, take care of these sand beasts. The commander of the thirteenth regiment whispered to his most loyal adjutant.

The adjutant nodded solemnly and quietly disappeared from the crowd.

Thousands of people descended the dirt slope, and the light armor rubbed against the dry and cool sand, making a sonorous sound.

Most of the ruins of the ancient city under the pit are already dilapidated, and only the vague outline can be seen clearly, and they are basically broken when touched.

Walking through the streets, stepping on roads covered with a lot of sand, kicking out a few paved gravel from time to time.

"Ahh

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" the commander of the Thirteenth Regiment pushed through the crowd and leaned over.

A soldier, pale, stretched out a trembling arm and pointed ahead.

It was a skeleton, long since it had been air-dried, and its mouth was wide open, as if it had seen something terrifying before it died.

"Stupid soldier, isn't it just a skeleton, can't you have never seen a dead man?" The commander of the thirteenth regiment angrily kicked him with his military boots, and with a thud, an orange light swept away, and the skeleton suddenly fell apart and scattered on the ground.

For a long time, under the horrified gaze of everyone, nothing unusual happened. The commander of the thirteenth regiment secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

"Stupid soldier, don't get up yet?! If anyone dares to shout and scream again, if he has nothing to scare people and play, he will directly whip his '' and 'son' fifty leather whips!" The commander of the thirteenth regiment shouted with his eyes wide open, glaring at everyone angrily.

A corpse is not terrible, these people are battle-hardened warriors, and they all have blood on their hands.

But in such a strange and gloomy situation, a corpse suddenly appears in front of you, and you are already frightened and frightened in your heart, so it is wrong not to scream out loud.

There are many corpses in the ruins, but they are all like a piece of tissue paper, which shatters when touched, lighter and more fragile than tofu.

Obviously, the owner of the corpse has been dead for some years.

A long time ago, not a hundred years, not a thousand years, should be counted in 10,000 years.

"Could it be that this ancient city ruins were originally a city-state founded by orcs in ancient times?" a school captain whispered.

Davisy sneered, what orcs? That's our ancestors! Ancestors who declared war on the Church!

It's a pity that since the victory of the light and the rule of the goddess doctrine over this plane, history has been tampered with, and the truth has been covered up with the wind and sand.

Davisi's parents were devout believers and dedicated almost all of the best things in the house to the goddess of light.

Once, little Davisy was almost beaten to death by his father for stealing a melon and fruit offered to the goddess of light!

A seed of hatred, a seed of hatred of light, and hatred of the goddess had been planted deep in the heart of young Davisi.

When the truth was revealed and he knew, Davisi didn't have a good impression of the goddess of light, if it weren't for his own power being too humble, Davisi really wanted to go to the divine realm to see the true appearance of that stinky "" and "son", whether it was as beautiful and pure as the church preached!

A soldier snorted softly, and found a flickering light behind a low house somewhere.

He walked over and slowly approached the glowing place.

Suddenly, a sizzling sound came from the soldier's left ear, and he glanced at it and saw that a yellow two-headed snake was staring at him with cold eyes.

"Double ...... The two-headed ghost snake!" The soldier wanted to make an exclamation, but the two-headed ghost snake suddenly poked out a head, opened its sharp teeth, and bit through the soldier's throat, and a large puddle of blood **** came out, and the scream did not have time to be complete, like a rooster cry that was suddenly choked off its neck, and stopped abruptly in an instant.

Another soldier faintly heard a voice, vigilantly holding a spear and carrying a lantern as he approached.

Flutter~~

Two streaks of venom shot out and poured into the soldier's eyes, and a heart-rending howl suddenly resounded through the vast pit ruins.

The eye socket was burned deep and the wound was cracked all the way to the lip, and black blood was constantly flowing.

The soldier howled violently, covered his blinded eyes, ripped his face, and fell to the ground, but after only three breaths, he convulsed and died. (To be continued.) )