Twenty days later, the Western Wilderness Province, somewhere to the southwest.

An army of more than 4,800 professionals, walking on the windy barren grassland, marched straight from the northwest to the south, in the direction of the city of Moon Creek.

This army had obviously only fought a tough battle, more than 90 percent of the soldiers were bandaged, and all the officers were wounded, but none of them showed a decadent color, but they all had a look of excitement.

When the army reached the leeward side of a gentle hill, a female warrior who rode a war horse at the forefront looked up at the setting sun, raised her hand and gave an order: "Suspend the march, and we will camp here." ”

"Yes, Brigadier General. ”

The four officers who followed behind the female warrior first replied respectfully, and after one person went down to carry out the order, they asked tentatively, "My lord, where is Major Grofe?"

Hearing the name "Grofe", the female warrior was obviously stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of her subordinates' inquiry, held back the disgust and fear in her heart, and responded helplessly: "Let's do it according to the previous rules." ”

"Yes, Lord Matilda!" this time the remaining three officers left to carry out the order.

This remnant army of less than 5,000 men was naturally the remaining force of 15,000 men, ambushed by 60,000 or 70,000 people of the Brotherhood of Defia, and finally won the victory, and the destination of their march at this time. It was the final assembly place of the liquidation troops this time.

Because the army was too badly attritional, and there was a lack of logistics chaplaincy troops that the regular corps had, it took months to barely restore most of the troops' combat effectiveness, and then they hurried towards their destination.

On the day of the victory, when Matilda Valen, somewhat dejected, came out of the mine to find that the enemy had evacuated and learned that it had all been attributed to Yang Long, the shock in her heart was unimaginable.

As a berserker whose strength has reached the twelfth rank. Matilda Valen knows it all too well. Rank is actually not the same as combat power, there is such a group of people who can kill the enemy with a slightly lower rank, skipping the level or even skipping the rank.

But she still couldn't believe that Yang Longna was a month ago. He had just advanced to the rank of the eighth order. To be able to exert that terrifying power. Directly reversed the tide of defeat and won the victory.

"Absolutely impossible, someone must be secretly helping him!" Matilda Valen thought secretly, refusing to accept her former enemy. has grown to the height of his fear: "How can there be a person in this world who improves his strength so quickly?!"

Because of the hatred with the Grove family, Matilda Valen had already secretly investigated, and Yang Long, who arrived in the Tirisfal Glade more than ten years ago, was not even a professional except for some of his own melee martial arts.

At the beginning, Matilda Valen also had plans to assassinate Yang Long, but in the end she gave up because she couldn't find a suitable opportunity, and the reason why she was willing to join the hunters was that she had no intention of cleaning up the Grofe family after gaining power.

Who knew that after only more than ten years, Yang Long, who could be pinched to death casually with one hand, became such a strong man when she appeared in front of her, not only did she have a high status among the hunters, but also had the strength that she couldn't catch up with.

"Well, someone must be helping him!" Matilda Valen thought silently again, as if she was hypnotizing herself, making excuses for the unwillingness in her heart: "How can that kind of cold-blooded and disgusting butcher deserve to have such a powerful one"

Ahhh

A scream suddenly reached Matilda Valen's ears from a distance, interrupting her thoughts of self-care, making her face even more gloomy, and after thinking for a while, she strode towards a corner of the barracks.

The barracks, which numbered only a few thousand men, were not very large, and in the more than half an hour that Matilda Valen was thinking, the improvised barracks had been set up, and the soldiers were cooking meat in a heap according to their ranks.

As the supreme leader of this army, and the top berserker, Matilda Valen has always been very tough, so that the soldiers who saw her pass by hurriedly stood up and saluted.

But the brigadier general, who didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, and her face was very gloomy, but she ignored the soldiers, and walked straight to the corner of the barracks, and stopped in front of a tent with the largest area guarded by a small group of soldiers.

The terrible screams that emanated from the tent did not affect the team of nearly twenty people at all, who were talking and laughing around a campfire, eating the yellow leg of mutton boiled in an iron pot.

"Your Excellency, Brigadier General, you are here. "The leader of this squad, a seventh-order warrior, saw Matilda Valen's appearance, and quickly took the lead in standing up straight and saluting, and he didn't bother to wipe the oil on his mouth.

The other soldiers were also startled, and immediately threw away the wooden bowl in their hands, stood up and saluted one after another: "Your Excellency, Brigadier General!"

This kind of performance seemed to make Matilda Valen very dissatisfied, and she couldn't help but snort coldly: "This is how you take care of the prisoners? There is no one guarding inside, immediately give me twenty laps around the barracks!"

"Brigadier General, you misunderstood. The leader of the seventh-order warrior squad was stunned for a moment, and then explained with a sigh of relief: "Actually, it's because Major Grofe is inside, so we don't disturb his experiments."

"Fifty laps! Half an hour to finish! Immediately!" Matilda Valen shouted angrily with wide-eyed eyes.

At this time, the seventh-order warrior squad leader understood that he had touched the mold, and he didn't dare to say any more nonsense, so after saluting with a bitter face, he hurriedly ran away with his subordinate soldiers outside the barracks.

After taking a few deep breaths and suppressing the disgust in her heart, Matilda Valen lifted the tarp and entered the tent, and frowned tightly at the sight of the not-so-wide tent.

Fifty or sixty men and women, all in groups of four, were tied to deliberately erected stakes, each with desperate fear in their eyes, struggling with all their might for mercy.

The reason for this scene was Yang Long, who was standing in front of a wooden stake for the test, and twenty or thirty prisoners who were also tied to a wooden stake, who had endured boundless pain and died miserably.

The age of these captives ranged from large to small, the oldest ones were almost forty years old, and the youngest ones were only seven or eight years old at most, and all of them did not escape the fate of death, and their faces were distorted one by one.

When Matilda Valen entered the tent, she was about to touch Yang Long, a girl who was only eleven or twelve years old and was being captive and crying tied to a stake, and after frowning a little unpleasantly, she still put down her hand and turned around.

"What's the matter? Miss Matilda Valen. Yang Long asked lukewarmly, not welcoming her arrival at all, which made the disgust in Matilda Valen's heart even stronger.

In particular, Yang Long's surname Valen, is more like a blatant contempt, which makes Matilda Valen's blood constantly rush to her brain. After taking a deep breath, he said coldly, "Major Grofe, you should stop this behavior of yours. ”

"Behavior, what behavior?" Yang Long said expressionlessly.

"These people are all the people of the Stormwind Kingdom, not slaves at your disposal!" Matilda Valen said loudly, with a very bullying posture: "If MI7 knows about this, how will you explain it?"

It's a pity that Yang Long didn't have any pressure at all, and he didn't bother to argue with her at all, and after a faint glance at Matilda Valen, he said in an orderly manner: "Since Lord Brigadier General minds so much, then from tomorrow onwards, I will go alone, right?"

"Uh" Matilda Valen choked for a moment, and it was not that she did not agree.

It started five days ago, for some unknown reason, when Matilda Valen took out the magic map again after two days and was about to check the direction of the march, only to find that the signal that could mark the six armies had disappeared from the magic map.

This abrupt phenomenon frightened Matilda Valen a lot, and after finding another officer with a map in his hand to compare, she finally determined that the team led by Cromwell must have some unknown situation.

Before that, through the magic map, Matilda Valen had already noticed that the other armies were gathered in a group and were moving towards the city of Moon Creek, so she would lead the army in the direction of the city of Moon Creek after the correction was completed.

At the same time, because of the almost successful experiment, Yang Long joined this army that still retained good combat effectiveness in order to catch as many test samples as possible.

With the advantage of the army's numbers, as long as they encountered homeless people and bandits along the way, the army did not drive them away as usual, but arrested them all, and finally all died under Yang Long's experiment.

In fact, there are already many people in the army who are very dissatisfied with this inhumane experiment in their hearts, but they are all wise not to show it, because of Yang Long's strong strength.

No one wants to die in vain, and in the action with an uncertain future, the existence of such a powerful professional as Yang Long undoubtedly gives these professionals a booster and keeps their morale at a certain height.

Matilda Valen hated Yang Long, but she couldn't ignore the huge help brought by his strength, the old butcher's words at this moment undoubtedly hit her key point, so that she couldn't say a lot of follow-up words, after taking a deep look at Yang Long, she turned around and quickly strode away.

"What a troublesome fellow!" Yang Long stared at Matilda Valen's back, his eyes flickering for a moment before he withdrew his gaze and turned around and began to continue the experiment.

The screams of dying continued to sound from inside the tent

(To be continued......)