The sun was setting, and when the last glimmer of afterglow had left, the terrible night had once again descended on the earth. The countless fires erected outside the city swayed as the Beamon army moved, and one area shook even more outrageously.

As the titular commander-in-chief of the campaign, the lion-man prince Lange has moved his command post forward. Although he did not enter the city, it was not far away, enough for him to observe this black fortified city that had not fallen for thousands of years with his upward gaze. It's just that Lange's current attention is obviously not on this majestic city that is about to change hands.

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It is a small hill half the height of the Xilin City Wall. As soon as the orderlies had set up the command post, Lange arrived with Master Fanjet. will stand still, and a stunning figure immediately meets his eyes.

It was a handsome and beautiful young man with a thin body. He is about twelve years old, and he is good at making a big bow. Xiao Nian's lips are red and his teeth are white, and his eyebrows are delicate, even Lange, an alien race, seems to like it quite a lot.

It's just that the young man took people's lives casually, and he was very ruthless. It shows a ruthlessness that is completely incommensurate with its immature appearance.。

Lange isn't that big, though. But as a royal family of the southern prairie, the young Lange has already read countless people. After observing for a while, I saw Lange's eyebrows curled up, and the corners of his mouth curved into an unpredictable arc.

"Pass the order, be sure to capture this person!"

Lange gestured lightly at the boy at the bottom of the valley and gave an unquestionable order. While the order might have cost his men more lives, Lange didn't care.

Others may not know what to do, but Lange, as a member of the royal family, knows. Because of its strong ability to reproduce and survive, Beamon has hundreds of thousands of surplus laborers every year. The orcs themselves are not good at production, and a huge southern steppe that has been in the pristine ecology for a long time is obviously unable to feed all the people of the Beamon Kingdom. As a result, wars in which the name is for survival, but in fact represent the cruel survival of the fittest, have been triggered.

For thousands of years, the Beamon Kingdom and the Tianhua Empire have always maintained this indescribable tacit understanding. The war began in late autumn, and the troops were collected at the beginning of winter. The Tianhua Empire had the right to train troops, while the Beamonan Alliance Kingdom was struggling to recover some of the winter's reserve grain while consuming the redundant manpower, in order to allow more people to survive the winter.

Lange lifted the obstructive armor in front of his crotch and sat down on the horse sent by the orderly. I saw him holding his head in one hand, smiling, and observing the rather handsome young man with interest. The victory has been decided, and after making sure that everything is foolproof, Jet leisurely started to shake his hands. He dragged his old and tired body to the camp in the rear to rest, leaving the young Lange alone to supervise the battle. Anyway, it will take a while for the army to fully capture this black city, and Lange is also a little bored, so he simply takes it as a play.

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Fei'er's face was crimson, and the fierce fight made his fair skin dripping with sweat. Maybe in normal times, Fei'er will still be afraid of her image, but now she is at a life-and-death juncture, and she can't help Fei'er to be coquettish. I saw that the big bow kept opening and closing between his hands, and with the humming of the bowstring, the fierce Bimon warriors not far away immediately fell in response.

After searching in the city for a long time to no avail, Fei'er resolutely sneaked into the city through the erroneous guidance of the rescued soldiers, regardless of his own danger.

At first, it was quite smooth, and Phil avoided the pursuit of a famous Bimon with her strange speed. But after all, it's a one-man battle, and it does support. After a long time, Fei'er also showed fatigue.

The arrows in the quiver had been shot, and Phil wielded a silver bow that was full of height, and performed the perfect war dance that belonged to the elves. A poor man named Beamon watched this graceful dance as if he were demented, and he glared angrily until he died, not knowing why.

I don't know which Beamon, who has no artistic cells, shouted loudly and pulled back the people who were addicted to it. After that, there was an even more stormy offensive. Wave after wave, not afraid of death, one after another!

Fei'er fought and retreated, and her physical strength was almost exhausted. Xiao Nizi kept scolding the lover who disappeared into the sea of people in her heart, but as soon as she scolded twice, she was worried about his safety at the moment.

A loud shock from the clash of weapons pulled her back from her scarf. Fei'er smiled bitterly, now she can't protect herself, and she still has the leisure to care about others.

Phil jumped up with the impact of a collision, and passed the top of several Beamon's heads, and for a moment opened the distance between him and Beamon again.

With a flick, Fei'er released the last three arrows in the dark grid of the quiver. Picked up a white arrow in his hand, drew his bow and arrow, and the sharp arrow rushed towards the almost dark sky like a whistling white dragon.

"I wish he could see it!"

Fei'er couldn't help but think in her heart. Already cornered, she gave up her plan to continue hiding her identity and wanted to gather her people to help. Although it is far from the Northern Regions, there should be a few elves who have traveled outside the country to see it. I just don't know if the far water can't save the near fire!

When the cloud-piercing arrow shot into the sky, Lange Huoran stood up, staring at the rising arrow in disbelief, his brows furrowed.

This cloud-piercing arrow was different from the others, and Lange instinctively sensed the strangeness in it. As a member of the royal family, Lange has a wealth of experience. He had heard the arrows of the elves crying for help several times, but it was clearly a little different. But it always belongs to one category, Lange is very sure!

Although he still had the intention of capturing him alive, Lange knew that this incident would inevitably lead to serious consequences. The lion prince, who had no intention of starting an all-out war with the elves, waved his hand, and the crowds besieging Fei'er retreated one after another, leaving the tired Fei'er in an encirclement within a radius of 100 meters.

Fei'er breathed a sigh of relief, and just as she was about to think about how to go next, she heard a roar that rang through the sky from the direction of Xilin City.

Fei'er lifted her sweaty head, her beautiful eyes full of hope. In the blink of an eye, I only saw a cyan dragon leaping down from the towering city wall, and after a few points on the city wall, he stepped on the angry head of the big man and killed him all the way to his side.

Fei'er suddenly felt an indescribable happiness, no man had ever sacrificed his life for her like this. She just shot a cloud-piercing arrow with full expectation, who would have thought that the warrior in her dream would really dare to face thousands of troops to meet each other. This kind of sensational passage that is only recorded in third-rate dog blood novels has been experienced by myself in my lifetime. Fei'er's face was flushed, and she was already drunk without drinking......

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Several giant maces smashed down on Qingfeng, blocking all the routes of Qingfeng's advance. Blue Blade had no choice but to jump off the roaring orc's huge head. With a snap, the poor orc suddenly became a scapegoat, and was crushed into meat sauce by the mace that was smashed down.

"Hey!"

The little beast that had rested for a while was powerful again, but under the strong request of Qing Feng, the gravity field was only controlled within ten meters. However, within the control range of these ten meters, Qingfeng has also made it all the way to the ground.

Qing Feng didn't kill him, he just used his big sword to lightly pick up, dodged the attacks of many fierce orcs, and then moved forward quickly, never staying.

He knew that even if he wasted a minute or a second, the final result might be the separation of heaven and man. Qingfeng didn't dare to think about this result, and he didn't want to think about it.

Fortunately, the journey is not too long, otherwise the long wait will definitely drive people crazy. When Qing Feng finally picked up the weapon of an orc man and made a rapid assault, Huo Ran entered a small no-man's land.

Looking at the familiar face in the center of the clearing, Qing Feng couldn't help but be stunned, and a few ups and downs came to Fei'er's side.

"You...... It's okay!"

"Do you think I look like a nobody?"

Fei'er rolled her cute eyes, glared angrily at Qingfeng with a sneering face, and pouted dissatisfiedly.

"Where, let me see!" Qingfeng said hurriedly, and hurriedly stepped forward.

Fei'er stretched out her slender hand and slapped Qingfeng's outstretched caring palm, made a grimace, and spit out her pink tongue mischievously.

"If you come a little late, I will be the first elf to die of exhaustion, and I will be honorably recorded in the history of the elf royal family. ”

"Hehe, that's not great......"

Qing Feng withdrew his hand a little embarrassed, scratching his head and smirking. But looking at Fei'er's pretty face that quickly turned from sunny to cloudy, he immediately looked at his nose and nose, and wisely chose to shut up.

Qingfeng's naïve appearance once again caused Fei'er to laugh, and the two of them didn't seem to be surrounded by thousands of troops at all. This annoys the orc troops around them who have received orders to capture them alive.

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"I'm glad you're here. At least we can be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate. ”

After venting the bitterness in her heart, Fei'er couldn't care about elegance and sat on the ground with her ass. He put his hands around his already scraped knees and said with a happy expression.

Qing Feng shook his head and pulled Fei'er up, only to find that Fei'er had no strength left. She was limp and sat down again after standing for less than two seconds.

"It's useless, I don't have the strength anymore. It's full of enemy troops. If you can, kill it yourself. Don't forget about me in the future. Fei'er smiled sweetly.

"They have entered the city, and at the moment the rear is their weakest link. From there, we can break through and escape. ”

Qing Feng pointed to the dark prairie in the distance, tore off a long cloth from his clothes, pulled Fei'er up without reluctance, threw it behind him unreasonably, and then tied it tightly with strips of cloth.

Fei Erqiao's face became more and more red, and she lay quietly on the young man's broad back, greedily breathing in Qingfeng's rich masculine atmosphere. Qing Feng scooped out a half-body soft armor from the Space Ring and hurriedly draped it on Fei'er's back. Then he lifted the terrifying greatsword and slashed towards the dense crowd.

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At this moment, Xilin City has completely fallen. The orc army slowly entered the city, and even the interested commander-in-chief Lange had no more reason to pay attention to the pair of teenagers who were destined to have no way out. Xilin City, which has just been captured, needs him to go to the town!

Of course, the hundreds of elite fighters left in place will not disappoint them. Soon he will see the two captives who have been taken back to the barracks.

However, Langer was clearly in too much of a hurry and missed a good show that was about to start.

Qing Feng carried a person on his back, carried a small beast, and carried a terrifying big sword, and with a spirit of not admitting defeat, he brazenly rushed into the group of Beamon elites who planned to watch the excitement.

At this moment, Qing Feng seemed to kill a god. God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!