The swaying and bumpy body, the sound of Ding Lingdang, the tightly trapped hands and feet, the cloth stuffed in the mouth, the still faintly painful wounds on the body, gradually waking up from sleep, Shaharu felt his situation, he was captured alive.

For three days in a row, Shaharu had spent half asleep, and the gang had not even given him a sip of water to drink, let alone leave the sack that had it on him, except for being fed food.

Hurt and thirsty, Shaharu was sure that even if they let themselves go, they would never be able to walk a few meters. But these people still tied themselves to death, and they didn't even care about gasping.

The procession was still walking on the road, certainly a mountain road, for Shaharu heard not only the sound of the branches of the trees, the rustling of the wind through the trees, but also the undulating and uphill road.

He must be on horseback, because his perennial horseback career allows him to easily distinguish the taste of war horses. It's just that the horse is pouted, and can only make a low neighing sound, and the horse's hooves can only make a popping sound when they step on the ground.

The swaying body and heavy spirit made Shaharu seem to see that day again when he was half asleep and half awake.

Even if he was betrayed, even if he was calculated, Shaharu also relied on his prestige to gather thousands of people to follow him and attack the last ambush of the Beichen people.

The sound of horses' hooves rumbling on the earth became louder and louder, and the flow of people gathered more and more.

The Beichen cavalry was already close at hand, and at this time, something unexpected happened to Shaharu.

The two masters of the Transformation God Realm, who had been respectful to him before, suddenly came out of the woods next to them.

Shaharu was overjoyed for a while, and with the two of them, he would be able to turn things around.

"The two of you came just in time, quickly break through the cavalry formation of the Beichen people with Prince Ben. ”

Kumu Lusui had been injured before, but by this time the wound had scabbed over and no longer affected his movements, and he laughed and said, "What prince!

"Deadwood, all I see is a ghost dangling in front of my eyes. ”

Shaharu rode past on a fast horse, and the two of them came to Shaharu as they galloped, and neither of them expected them to say that.

Shaharu grabbed the reins and looked at the two of them for a while, full of doubts, "Two, I am the ............ approved by Wolf Juxu Mountain"

Before Shaharu could finish speaking, his eyeholes were infinitely dilated, and he saw that the skull figure was the first to shoot a spear and was thrown out by him.

Shaharu should not have been able to dodge this blow, but the few people around him were not weak, and at the last moment, he crashed into Shahru, knocking him out of the horse, and he was directly carried away by the powerful spear.

Skull Tu was puzzled, "Hey, you're loyal!" and snatched a spear from Xue Jun's hand and slapped him to death.

Everyone reacted to this delay, and the team immediately became completely chaotic.

The cowardly soldiers screamed and turned their horses' heads around the two, and the others around Shaharu turned around and surrounded Shaharu.

In Shaharu's eyes, they used their bodies as shields and were killed one by one by Skull Tu and Kumuru.

Although Shaharu was knocked away by his subordinates, he was still swept away by the fierce wind, and he was immediately stained red with blood.

Before he fainted, seeing the two of them getting closer and closer, even the Beichen people stopped in surprise and watched the Beiyuan people kill each other.