Thousand Peaks Mountain, the northern outpost.

In the early morning outpost, there was a hot and humid mist.

The soldiers stationed at the outpost were boiling hot porridge on the stove, sprinkling a little salted egg yolk and beef foam, and the smell was so fragrant that the birds in the sky descended and hovered above the outpost.

Everything is still the same as before, and even today, everyone seems to be much more relaxed than usual.

These soldiers were not the original ones, but the elite soldiers selected by Ye Ling.

After just two days of training, they became even better.

Ye Ling and General Hua were holding a porridge bowl in their hands, and there was a picture of "Mountains and Rivers for a Hundred Worlds" behind them.

At the foot of the mountain, a group of strange people with dark skins, sneaky, slowly marched towards the outpost from the other side of the mountain.

They thought they were very hidden, but how could such a huge team not be seen?

What's more, this Qianfeng Mountain, although it has the name of "Snow Mountain", is actually a big iceberg, and many extremely steep places only have a thin layer of snow, which must be climbed with an ice axe, and it is impossible not to make a sound.

"Report, the Mountain Ghost Clan has attacked, and there are at least 700 people!"

"Okay, keep scouting, and tell me when they're halfway up the mountain. ”

After listening to the scout's report, General Hua ordered the fire to be increased again, making the smoke more visible, showing that there were people in the outpost and they were defenseless.

At the same time, at the foot of the mountain, in the team of the mountain ghost clan, a mountain ghost with a straight figure and a rickety back that did not look like the same kind, with a double sword at his waist, looked up at the outpost on the top of the mountain.

"Strange...... What about the team of the Ghost Clan? Why hasn't anyone come yet, and they have sent the letter out......"

"No, the scout who delivered the letter doesn't seem to have returned!"

This mountain ghost swordsman seemed to realize that he had overlooked an important detail, and he couldn't help but be suspicious.

Looking at the outpost from afar, the curling smoke rose from the stove, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

"Don't be careful, the weather is bad this season, that scout must have suffered an accident, and it has nothing to do with Hong Yuanjun.

The mountain ghost swordsman comforted himself like this.

Today, all his tribes have been dispatched, even if they notice something unusual, where is there any reason to retreat?

A small patriarch like him has those powerful big clans at his head, and above the big clan, there are also big clan leaders who are in charge of everything.

After being carried away by hatred, he took the initiative to ask Ying, and proposed that it was himself who wanted to teach Hong Yuanjun a lesson, and if he retreated now, it would be impossible for the patriarchs of those big clans to spare him.

Especially in recent years, since beating the group of Terran warriors who defected to them and crawling to the side of several clan leaders, the big leaders have become much more violent than before, and even if their own clan makes mistakes, they will not let go, and they must be punished with capital punishment for them to vent and have fun.

"Patriarch Silidore?" a mountain ghost deputy interrupted the young patriarch's thoughts.

"The Ghost Clan hasn't arrived yet, are we going to wait for them?" the deputy asked.

Sirido pointed into the distance, "Don't wait, let's go by ourselves." ”

At the sound of an order, the brigade began to continue its march.

These ordinary soldiers, on the contrary, will not be afraid and worried, they are like machines, they only listen to the orders of the leader, even if they want to die now, they will not disobey.

However, the Sword Ghost Patriarch suddenly realized what he was afraid of.

Do you have to be afraid of the smoke of the stove in the sky, and be afraid of the birds that wander?

Even he didn't know why he was afraid.

Clenching the blade of the sword in his hand, Sirido silently emboldened himself, and he stroked the dent in the blade, which he had carved with his own hands, and every time he killed a worthy opponent, he would carve a dent on the blade of the sword.

Two hours later, the Sword Ghost Clan traveled all the way, and finally reached the top of the Thousand Peaks, which was only a few miles away from the northern outpost.

The outpost smoke had been extinguished, replaced by slightly dusty soot, which was emitted by the burning cedar branches, which the Hong Yuanjun often burned for warmth, while the Mountain Ghost Clan preferred sun-dried blood vines, which smelled slightly bloody when lit.

According to Sirido's original plan, it was planned to let the wrestlers of the Ghost Clan take the lead, first rush into the outpost, smash it, and then the Sword Ghost Tribe's net.

Now that the Ghost Clan has not come, they can only do it themselves.

Sirido decided to take the lead himself, leaving a dozen people outside to reconnoiter and prevent reinforcements from the Hongyuan Empire from coming.

Today's weather is good, and the marching speed will also be accelerated, the marching speed of Hong Yuan's army is very fast, especially those trap war beasts, the action is too fast, they must fight quickly.

"Rush!"

Cilido gave an order, and hundreds of mountain ghost soldiers charged towards the outpost together.

At this moment, a snow-white robe calmly walked out of the door.

With one enemy against a hundred, Cilido looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him, but his heart shrank!

He seemed to have found the source of his fear.

"Die!" he took advantage of the momentum of the charge and slashed towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling turned around and drew his sword, slashing out a sword ray.

The dozens of mountain ghost soldiers who rushed to the front, including Sirido, were all overturned to the ground.

When Sirido stood up again, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and when he touched it with his hand, he felt wet and sticky.

"This—hiss!" he gasped, and the blow was a deep cut of the flesh on his chest, along with the thick leather armor

Cut!

It's a good note to Ma Wei, and the seven meat and eight vegetables of Xiliduo are played.

"It's good, you can carry my sword. Ye Ling said mockingly.

Xiliduo couldn't understand Ye Ling's words, but he looked around and found that except for him, the other mountain ghost soldiers were all cut in two, and they died completely.

This battle was completely different from what Silidor had in mind, and he realized that the other party didn't intend to give him a chance to live one more second.

Ye Ling carried the Seven Star Sword behind him, opened the space bracelet, grabbed a picture scroll, and let go of his hand towards the sky, and the painting unfolded in the air.

"Everyone came out and had a great time!"

As he spoke, this painting rose with the wind, and dozens of Hong Yuan Xuanjia soldiers jumped out of the painting!

"Attack that painting!" Silidor got up in severe pain and ordered all the soldiers to attack the "Hundred Worlds of Mountains and Rivers".

But this order was too embarrassing, and the whereabouts of the painting were so strange that it did not follow the trajectory of the mountain wind at all.

What's more, the warriors who appear in the painting, each of them are the elite of the Hongyuan Empire, and each of them has brought a devastating blow to the mountain ghosts.

After all the sergeants appeared, the picture automatically flew back to Ye Ling's hand.

It is worth mentioning that General Hua did not appear here, and for this reason, I will not mention it for the time being.

Don't look at Sergeant Hong Yuan, there are only thirty people, and after surrounding hundreds of mountain ghosts, all of them took out their own skills and killed them heartily.

"Patriarch, this is an ambush, they have long been-ah!"

The previous deputy of the mountain ghost, as soon as he was halfway through his words, was pierced in the back of his heart, and he fell to the ground.

"It's not an ambush...... Cilido's lips trembled, and he said to the corpse on the ground, "It's a massacre." ”