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Chapter 387: War with Xitai (2)

The sky was flushed with reddish black, like ominous black blood, and it was a faint red that spread to the entire sky, and there was a faint blood-colored mist and a thick lingering smell of blood around it, which was indeed the taste of the battlefield, but it seemed that the situation today was not good.

Morrow stared at the sky and frowned, and whispered in Dylan's ear, "Instructor, I don't think it's a good day. ”

Dylan also looked at the sky, frowning slightly, "Don't worry, we are bound to win Mondstadt." ”

Mo Luo was still hesitating, because the anxiety in her heart made her uneasy, "But I think ......"

Dylan quickly calmed his brows and glared at Morrow, his face was not good, because the attitude of the general directly determined the direction of the army, so he reprimanded, "If you are still in the academy, you will be whipped." Dylan coldly threatened, "This is a battlefield, not a training ground, and it's not because you're not in good shape today that you can stop fighting!" ”

Dylan understood what Morrow said, so he didn't hesitate.

"Yes! The subordinates got it. She replied in a low voice, and spurred forward.

Patrick followed her, apparently sensing her abnormality and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling unwell?" It can't be a battlefield phobia. ”

Although it is still a poisonous tongue, the faint concern still makes Mo Luo a little moved.

"No, I'm just a little worried, it's not going to be good, and I always think Adler has something else to do." She lowered her voice and said, "I wish I had thought about it." ”

"Today, you are not allowed to leave me for a single step." Patrick's voice was quite loud, as if he had deliberately said it to Lorenzo next to him, and sure enough, Lorenzo's face darkened again.

The little goodwill that had just risen in Mo Luo's heart was extinguished at once, and the eyes under the mask rolled very rudely.

Dylan drew his sword and pointed it to the sky, and Morrow followed Dylan with his long sword drawn and pointed at the sky.

All the soldiers who belong to Ales

- In the name of Ales!

- In the name of Ales!

- In the name of Ales!

The slogan of the soldier behind her boiled the blood of the original Ales in her bones, she silently recited it in her heart, and she had already driven her horse forward more quickly, a silver armor with a silver mask to face the blood-colored mist needlessly forward, the silver long sword cut through the air and picked up a small general in front of the battle, and the soldiers next to her looked even more boiling and boosted morale.

"You woman!" Patrick cursed under his breath behind her, and had to follow her forward.

The sound of horses' hooves on the battlefield was loud and loud, and Morro's horse had already rushed into the enemy line, and she understood the reason for the panic she felt today, and she saw the dark beasts that appeared on the Mister docks.

She had thought that she and Patrick had wiped out the dark beasts, but in fact she had seen much more on the battlefield today than on the docks.

Where did all these things come from, and how could there be so many dark beasts? These things are too evil, maybe they will turn against the controller, so fighting like this is too physically exhausting, and the person who manipulates these dark beasts behind must be found, it should be in the city.

Lorenzo felt bad in the back command, and had the same worries and considerations as Moro, because the deterrent power of the dark beast against those soldiers was too strong, and the soldiers felt a little afraid when they looked at it from a distance, but Moro had already led his troops into the enemy formation.