Mu Sang Zhuo walked alone on the gravel paved road west of Dawn City

As soon as the foggy moon arrived in Dawn City, the beech trees on the side of the road west of the city fell leaves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoOn weekdays, Lord Lane would send his servants to clean the road to Thornfieldshire. This year, because of the bad luck of the Bray family, no one came to clean up the road. The withered yellow leaves covered the ground with a layer of tightly covering the original appearance of the road.

Mu Sang excels and walks very fast, according to common sense, ordinary people can run at such a fast speed. But His Excellency the General, with his head bowed and his hands in his hands, paced like a pensive scholar, and approached the carriage in front of him. The withered leaves crumbled at his feet, like the drumbeat of the sand balls sometimes used by bards.

The passengers in the carriage were at first in their throats, but only when Éoman told the fugitives in the carriage that Musang Zhuozhuo had not brought any retinue, the crowd breathed a sigh of relief. General Xiao Zat, who had fought with Mu Sang Excellence, knew Mu Sang Excellence's terrifying combat power, and his heart beat the fastest. But he looked like he was just frowning and contemplating.

"It's strange, how could he come here alone?" the people in the carriage looked at each other, and without saying a word, they could see their doubts in everyone's eyes.

Aeoman lifted the bottom plate of the carriage and took out the weapons that had been hidden in advance and distributed them to everyone. Dick on one side stuffed a ball of cloth in his mouth again, and the little guy's light green eyes stared viciously at everyone in the carriage. Odrew had already seen it, and he was careful to block Dick's figure with his body, so that his disgusting eyes would not be seen by others.

Aoman took the opportunity to take advantage of the whip to peek back, and at this time Mu Sang Zhuo was dressed in the civilian clothes that the people of Dawn City usually weared: he wore a pair of ordinary deerskin shoes on his feet, a pair of gray-blue trousers on the bottom, and a headband on his head like all the energetic young people of Dawn City. The headband was navy blue, drawn in a straight line by the wind that swept past Mu Sang's ears.

If it weren't for the fact that Aoman had already been familiar with this terrifying general, he would have regarded him as an ordinary warrior of the Rohan Empire.

Mu Sang Zhuo was about ten paces away from the carriage when he turned right onto a path, and it seemed that he did not know that there was his fugitive in the carriage in front of him.

Aoman secretly wondered in his heart, what was Mu Sang Zhuo going there to do alone?

Aoman slowed the speed of the carriage, and through the gap in the beech forest, he could vaguely see Musang Zhuo walking up the small hill lined with tombstones, his pace slowing as he stepped into the cemetery.

Egman informed the people in the car of what he saw, and after hearing this, little Zatt stroked his chin and pondered for a while, then suddenly turned to the silver-haired elf and said, "Mr. Kuha, do you think that our people here have any hope of winning against Musang?"

The reason why he asked Kuha was entirely because the silver-haired elf had made a deep impression on him by pulling the cage with his bare hands. It is rumored that the wandering mercenary Kuha Silver Moonlight is a warrior with infinite strength and superb combat skills.

The silver-haired elf was now holding his newfound two-handed greatsword and closing his eyes, and as soon as little Zatt spoke, he opened his olive eyes.

"Did he bring an axe?" he asked.

"Nope. ”

"Then, as long as my weapon is not cut off by him, it will probably take a lot of time for me and him to separate the winner, plus the people here......"

Little Zat's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly said, "You'll help us, won't you?"

"Of course!" replied to Dream Vivien Lina, "we wanted to join your father's army, and you have orders, so we will obey them. ”

"Alright, what about you guys?" General Zatt Jr. turned to Ioman, Odrew, and Randy. The former members of the Three Angel Believers Hall nodded, "We follow the orders of His Excellency the General. ”

Sister Maria sat on the side and said nothing, in the opinion of General Zatt Jr., it was a good idea to have a woman help in the fight.

Little Zatt stood up with his newly acquired heavy sword, and quickly glanced at everyone present. The words unconsciously added the tone of the barracks:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a good opportunity to eliminate the enemy's commander-in-chief!

The spirit of everyone was shocked, and the uneasiness that had pressed on their hearts when Mu Sang Zhuo appeared before gradually disappeared, and everyone knew what the young general was going to say next, so he continued in the tone of the commander of a thousand troops:

"I order, start the assassination of Musan Excellence now!Kuha, Aoman, Randy...... And also...... Odrew, follow me!"

"Yes!" replied in unison to the people whose names were called.

Sister Maria on the side interjected, "Do you need my help?"

"You?" General Zatt looked at her, and the nun looked at him and continued, "I am a mage who graduated from the Rohan Imperial Academy of Magic. ”

"Great! one more strength and one more hope of killing Mu Sang, but ...... Who's responsible for the security here?"

"Me. "But I don't know how to drive." ”

"I will. Juliet said timidly, "I can drive." ”

"Then Sister Monferwin Lina and Juliet will stay behind, and you will continue at this pace, and we will come to you in a moment. The rest of the people will go with me!" General Zatt Jr., worthy of being a general, immediately made a plan, and everyone agreed in unison. Although the silver-haired elf didn't say anything, she also nodded with a twist behind Mengfeiwen Lina.

Odru whispers to Juliet for help taking care of Dick, and the bar girl agrees. Sister Monferwin Lina took the whip from Aeoman and drove the car in a decent manner.

The group of young men immediately jumped out of the carriage and quietly approached Musang Zhuo under the cover of the beech and the withered yellow bush below. Odru and Randy use short swords, which are handy when traversing the bushes, while Aoman and Zakat have to put their swords down when crossing the bushes with their knightly heavy swords. Kuha's greatsword was almost as tall as anyone else's, and he had to carry it on his back, and he walked through the bushes just in time to make an easy path for Sister Maria behind him.

They had walked a hundred or so paces through the decayed woods, and only then did they see Mu Sang Excellence again through the gap between the trees, and they could faintly hear the general chanting something aloud, which sounded like a human name. After listening to it, they found that Mu Sang Zhuo read the names of the people on the tombstones—there were several names and surnames that were the same, presumably because their descendants had buried the members of the family together.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other again. General Zatt secretly speculated that this was some kind of perverted hobby of Mu Sang. According to rumors, isn't this great general, known as "iron-blooded," known for his perversion? Cruelty to enemies, as well as ruthlessness to women.

Mu Sang's voice was deep and deep, and the names of the dead people added a touch of solemnity and gloom to his voice.

Odrew was afraid of the dead and ghosts since he was a child. If it was someone else reading the name of the tombstone at this moment, this voice would probably have become a nightmare in his heart. Mu Sang's outstanding voice had both the calmness of a thirty-year-old man and the murderous aura similar to that of a teenage hairy boy, and the gloomy component and neutralization made his originally cold voice soften.

While the people in the bushes waited silently for General Zat's orders, Musang Zhuo suddenly stopped, and the people in the woods were busy hiding their figures, and Aoman almost suspected that his actions had been detected by the skilled general.

Surprisingly, however, Mu Sang Zhuo did not turn around and walked towards them, and His Excellency the Great General stared blankly at the northwest, almost in the opposite direction from where they were hiding. This position had been maintained for a long time since he had suddenly stopped, and if it hadn't been for the fact that everyone had seen Mu Sang Zhuo move before, they would almost suspect that he was petrified - the difference between him and the gravestones was that he was not covered in moss. The Shogun has perfected the "imitation" of the static and lifeless attributes that the tombstones are good at, and those with bad eyes will probably think of him as a statue on the tomb of a deceased.

The cool autumn wind blew through the hills, blowing the short fiery red hair on Mu Sangzhuo's head, making them jump like flames. For some reason, a chill rose in everyone's hearts after seeing this scene. Maybe it's because the smell of corruption in the air is stronger than usual.

From where Aoman was hiding, he could only see the left half of Mu Sang's face through the half-withered vines of Tian Xuanhua. The setting sun cast a golden-red glow over half of his face, and this hazy, warm glow traveled from his face to his neck, over the male-specific sexual characteristics of his neck, over the very ordinary sleeveless shirt of linen he wore, over his gray-blue trousers, which had faded from too many washes, and stretched the figure of the great general long and thin and long—the light on the golden wheel of Shamasi's golden carriage projected Musan's remarkable head four or five yards from the bushes where Aeoman was hiding. Aoman's heart pounded, and if the shadow was real, he was sure to plunge his dagger into his vital point at this distance.

"What are you two doing here!!" Mu Sang Zhuo suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, and the sound shook the universe. Before everyone could recover from the sudden shock, Mu Sang Zhuo had already swayed, and galloped down the hillside like a fierce horse. Everywhere the general's footprints went, not only the dirt and dust, but also the large and small stones had the opportunity to move, and they all jumped and screamed together in the billowing smoke and dust and fell into the depths of the earth.

Aoman and General Zatt Jr. looked at each other, and the latter nodded, and Aoman cautiously stepped out of the bushes to the place where Musang was standing, and hid his figure with a black tombstone, and looked down.

This hillside, this valley is full of tombstones, and there is a place where the bodies of all those who have unfortunately lost their lives in recent days are abandoned. Aoman's heart moved, and the direction in which Mu Sang ran past happened to be the place where Grandpa Langerbei was buried twenty days ago.

When Aoman could see what the two standing there were doing, his mind dizzy. He suppressed the grief in his heart, and watched intently as Mu Sang Zhuo pointed at the two mage guys in the valley and cursed.

The first one was dressed in gray robes, and his thin figure was a bit excessive even among elves. He held a shovel in his right hand and a freshly dug dead man's skull in his left. Behind him was a young mage dressed in black robes, covered in mud and something indescribably disgusting. This man Aeoman knew him, and he was Koloa de Bray, who had defected to the enemy. At this moment, the former lord of the city, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, holding a shovel in both hands, was still digging a grave, which from the appearance of the tomb seemed to be the place where Grandpa Lambert rested.

Aoman heard a growl in his throat that made him himself sad. Perhaps the voice reached Koloa, and the young mage raised his head in horror at this moment, but he was not looking at Aoman, but at the angry Musang Zhuo who was scolding at the gray-robed mage.

Guided by Musang's waving arms, Aoman saw that the corpse exhumed from the grave had been arranged in a strange shape, and the gray-robed mage was standing in the center of the circle of corpses.

Because the distance was a little far, except for Mu Sang's outstanding scolding voice that came with the wind a little, the voices of the two of them could not be heard at all.

Aeoman returned to the place where everyone was hiding and told everyone what they had just seen. General Zatt was silent after hearing this, obviously thinking about the current situation. Odru glanced at Sister Maria when he heard the description of the gray-robed elven mage, and it happened that Sister Maria also looked at him, and the nun nodded, and Odrew spoke:

"That gray-robed elven mage is Esares Almasasia, and I was captured by Sister Maria with Musan Zhuo, and Sister fought against him. ”

"Essare!" General Zatt Jr. was visibly startled. He was a warrior, and despite his years of commanding troops, he still had a slight fear of the mysterious mage. When he was a child, he was often manipulated by his father's best friend, Partisius Liaton. Although Ezares is ranked below Particius, I am afraid that the strength is not far behind. The young general flinched with a look on his face, and this expression was seen by everyone.

"What? you're not going to continue the assassination of Musan?" asked Ioman, his eyes red.

Odru had heard about the grave of the unfortunate but venerable old man at this moment. He silently reached out his hand and took Aoman's hand. Although he didn't say a word, Aeoman knew his mind immediately.

Sister Maria saw Oderu's slightly melancholy eyes, but she had noticed his look from the moment she left the city gate—perhaps it was the homesickness of being away from her homeland, Sister Maria laughed in her heart at the fragility of it. She touched her forehead, pondered the comparison of the strength of the enemy and us in her heart, and said:

"I think that at the moment, our side still has the advantage in combat power, and there is still hope of victory in the event of a surprise attack, but the risk is greater. ”

"Really?" "Really," General Zatt Jr. turned his head to look at the mage, "what do you think are our chances of victory?"

"Hmm...... With Kuha, Aeomaan, and Randy in the fight against Musan Excellence, I vs. Ezareth, and the rest of the men will take out the weakest Koloa first and win it all. ”

"The question is...... Will the first two groups of people be able to survive?"

"Even if the group against Musan's excellence doesn't win, there's nothing wrong with delaying a little time, right? I've played against Ezares, and he doesn't seem to be as good as the legend says, and it will take at least a moment for us to decide the winner. ”

General Zatt stroked his chin and pondered for a while, the opportunity was in front of him, and it was a pity to miss it.

"Praise Coluna!" the young general decided.

"Praise forever!" the crowd replied.

The group of young men took advantage of the undulating terrain of the hillside to quietly touch the place where the three men were. When you fight against a mage, the closer you are, the better.

By this time, they could already hear the sound of Mu Sangzhuo scolding, and the enraged general repeatedly accused Essareth of their desecration of the dead. It seems that this man known as "Iron Blood" is only merciless to the living, but has high respect for the dead.

Sister Maria was horrified by the reasons of Esares' defense, and the others could not understand what they had lost, what had lost a seventh of their souls, and what kind of corpse had been used to form a circle to restore themselves.

"I see!No wonder I was able to fight Essares to a tie at that time!" Sister Maria said to herself, "The magic circle in that hall is really powerful, but unfortunately I don't have a chance to study it." ”

Although General Zatt had experienced the mountains of corpses and blood on the battlefield, the smell of corruption and death emanating from those corpses at such a close distance was still unbearable for him. He turned his head to look at the crowd, as if only Sister Maria was indifferent, and it seemed that the mage was a terrible creature. He held his breath for a long time and couldn't help but breathe.

Mu Sang Zhuo suddenly stopped scolding, and his silver eyes looked at the tombstone where General Zatt was hiding.

"Who!?" he exclaimed.

"Do it, may Our Lady bless us!" General Zatt Jr., knowing that he had been discovered, jumped out with his heavy sword.

The crowd pounced on their targets according to the prepared groups. Odrew rushed as fast as he could, and General Zatt Jr. felt a gust of wind blow by, and the sound of something being cut off came from the opposite side.

Koloa was the weakest of the three, and as soon as he put his hand on the lightning scroll on his lower back, the enemy was in front of him. When he was in danger, he raised the shovel in his hand to block it, the wooden shovel handle had been cut off, and the robe on his chest had been cut open.

Essare's reaction was much quicker than he was, the elven mage had already torn open a windblade scroll and saved his new disciple's life, or else he wouldn't have cut the shovel just now.

He was about to pursue the man who had attacked his disciple when he heard a familiar chant of a spell.

"Holy art!" he was surprised to think that the way the mage used the spell in the duel was tantamount to telling himself what magic he was using, which meant that the other party felt that he had the advantage.

Indeed, his disciples did not know how many scrolls they had used, and they were about to be defeated. At the critical moment, he had already drawn out the Krell Wind Hunt that he had just given him to resist, although this magic sword could be used as a medium to enhance spells, but it was wind-based, and the effect of the mage's sword could be imagined. As for Ezareth herself, she was having a good time with the female mage she had fought that night.

The battle situation on Mu Sang Zhuo's side was diametrically opposite, the three people slowly surrounded Mu Sang Zhuo from three directions, no one made a move, Mu Sang Zhuo's eyes kept sweeping around the three people and the two mages.

"Hmph, who am I, it turned out to be Mr. Prisoner, the silver-haired elf boy that day, and the group of Angel Believers. I thought you were all gone, and there were still people alive. "Musang is excellent and cold.

"What? all gone!" Randy said in surprise, remembering Todd's head he had seen at the gates.

"Don't be provoked by him! he can't escape today!" General Zatt reminded him.

"Haha!" Mu Sang Zhuo looked up to the sky and laughed, "I have never escaped!"

The general kicked a tombstone, which flew towards Odrew, saving Koloa's life.

The silver-haired elf held the giant sword his size high and slashed down, and Mu Sang jumped backwards, and as soon as he was out of the range of the greatsword, Randy's short sword sneered at his vest.

He drew his dagger in his right hand, and with a single blow Randy retreated, he took advantage of the gap to grab Aoman's wrist with his left hand, and Aeoman was using his heavy sword as a short sword, stabbing him with a sharp blow.

In all fairness, the speed of that sword was already quite fast. But for Musang Excellence, it is still a little slower. Aoman found that he would be caught between stabbing his wrist between the stabbing of Lamusang Excellence, and he was busy stabbing it to sharpening, but Musang Excellence wanted him to change his move at this moment, and the general changed to a fist and hit the heavy sword hard, Aoman was shocked by this huge force and felt a great pain, not only did the person retreat a distance, but the heavy sword in his hand also became a curved ruler.

Although Mu Sang Zhuo forced the two of them back in an instant, he also encountered an unprecedented crisis. The silver-haired elf's greatsword swept through with a thousand armies, and he had nowhere to dodge.

Mu Sang Zhuo raised his dagger in his right hand to block it, this time it was just the opposite of their first encounter, it was his blade that was cut into two pieces, and the upper half was thrown high into the sky, and his body also bloomed with blood.

The general took a step back, and the corpse's rotting head was shattered. The pain in his chest told him that the injury was not serious, but only a little broken skin.

"Yes, if I have a great axe in hand, we can have a good fight this time. He looked at the silver-haired elf and said, the latter had two swords out and was coughing softly with them.

Koloa's side had already decided the winner, and Krell Kazekari flew far away, and the young mage's body spurted blood and fell to the ground, looking like he had been stabbed in the heart.

Ezareth's pressure immediately tightened, and the elven mage, with a gloomy face, pulled out a yellowed parchment scroll from under his gray robes, and tore it open without hesitation. Some people say that the way mages are desperate is to throw money. That's a good thing, I don't know how old the scroll is just by looking at its appearance.

The moment the scroll was torn open, the sky suddenly darkened—for the clouds in the sky were gathering at an unusual speed, perhaps from high in the sky, perhaps from deep underground, and suddenly the chorus of a church choir sounded, though no one present could understand what it was singing. But my heart was shaken by this majestic tune, and my hands were relieved.

"What is this?!impossible!can't happen!" The first to cry out in surprise was Ezare, clutching his head in pain. Everyone couldn't help but be stunned. Sister Maria stopped chanting the incantation as soon as the words were pronounced, and clung to her head in pain. Another person in agony was Kuha Silver Moonlight, the silver-haired elf coughed up blood so much that if it weren't for the sword in his hand, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Does this thing have a special effect on elves?" Mu Sang Zhuo immediately concluded. At this moment, Ezares is open and could be killed at any time. He hurriedly jumped in front of Esares with an arrow step, no matter what, this person used to be the prime minister of His Majesty the Heavenly Sage, and he couldn't help it.

Ezareth obviously didn't accept his kindness, and he didn't know where he got the strength, so he actually pushed Mu Sang Zhuo out of the air. Unexpectedly, the general would strike at him, and he slammed into the silver-haired elf in the distance, and the two rolled together. The others took the opportunity to immediately approach Esares.

Ever since the ancient scroll was torn apart, Odrew's head had some pain. Despite this, he walked towards Essareth step by step with his magic dagger and streamer. The elven mage's hands spasmedly opened, and he pulled out another scroll. If Sister Maria wasn't in a splitting headache at the moment, she could clearly identify the seal of Alexandros, the "Scroll Scriber", stamped on it.

Ezares tore open the scroll. A white light, perhaps a gray light, enveloped the land. The sound of the non-existent chorus in the air became clearer, as if heaven and hell were just around the corner. The corpses on the ground trembled one after another, some of their stomachs and chests exploded with a pop, and the magic array drawn at the bottom emitted a dark red light, with Esares as the center, a semicircular light curtain covered the land, only the silver-haired elves and Mu Sang Zhuo who had rolled out earlier were not among them.

"This ...... This is a forbidden spell...... Forbidden Arashi!An absolute barrier that separates all sound from space!A legendary spell!" Sister Maria recognized the magic, "Impossible! Did he use a scroll blessed with holy power?"

Essareth could no longer answer her questions, and the dark red glow of the circle painted on the ground had merged with his body.

Through the translucent curtain of light, I could vaguely see that there was lightning in the dark clouds in the sky on this graveyard, and the earth beyond this semicircular earth had cracked, and some of the openings actually gushed out red magma, and sure enough, as Sister Maria said, everything that happened outside could not be heard inside, but the hymn-like tune sounded from beginning to end.

"Coluna's blessing! what's going on?" said Odru, frightened, and somewhat superstitious, he came to the conclusion that the undead here or some god in the heavens were outraged because the two mages had done something to desecrate the dead.

Soon, his suspicions were confirmed—the corpses that had been lying on the ground staggered to their feet, their empty eyes staring at all the living in the barrier, and that chilling wail came out of their throats. The sound echoed the hymn-like melody, and made the fear and humility in his heart even worse.

"Don't ...... Don't come here!" he said in a threatening or pleading tone, "I...... I'll repent......"

The zombie answered him with an arm as thin as dry wood stretched out toward him.