No one knew that when Gai Jiutian was about to be swallowed up, he stood on his head with blood and hair, looking like an unparalleled demon, and said coldly to the sky:

“I will come back!”

These words were very much like the villain's final confession when he was defeated, but no matter who it was, they felt the unparalleled confidence in his words.

Gai Jiutian's last gaze rested south of Mingbei, and there seemed to be a hint of nostalgia hidden in his ruthless gaze.

In fact, whether it is "him" or the real Gai Jiutian, they have always been hiding in the deepest part of their hearts and looking at each other. They are mutually integrated entities, and no one can kill the other.

The road ahead will only depend on who becomes who, that's all.

William Twelve, who was in the process of killing, was inexplicably silent. One moment he was fighting head-on, knocking back the Bear King Luli with one punch. The next second, his fist was frozen in front of a soldier's life gate.

.

Yes, saved?

The soldier was in shock. He stepped back slowly, and then saw William Twelve falling to the ground in a strange posture.

it's over!

In fact, when the Blood Demon looked up to the sky and said those words, no one could feel his presence anymore, and the blood mist in the sky had long been purified by the power of light judgment.

It's ridiculous. Twenty-three powerful Shinto men teamed up to ambush the Blood Demon, but he casually killed three of them. Eleven people were so frightened that they ran for their lives.

What's even more ridiculous is that among the eleven people who escaped, only five survived in the end. On the other hand, the nine people who had been fighting all survived.

"The body of William Twelve cannot be kept."

War can make people despair, but it can also make people stronger. Fortunately, Tina, who survived, showed an extremely determined look on her face at this moment.

Crying is useless!

The reason why the light shines is because of the darkness. After the death of the old Dharma King, she will have to learn to bear everything without the care of her teacher.

"Your Excellency Tina, William Twelve is the general of the royal court."

Two Mingbei generals wearing general robes came in. One was the commander in charge of the 400,000 soldiers here, and the other was also born in the Royal Court of the Holy Capital.

The person who spoke was Benzeno, a general from the Holy Capital Royal Court.

"Of course I know about this."

"You want to transport him back and bury him in the Royal Protector's Tomb, aren't you afraid that he will suddenly get up in the middle and kill you all? Don't forget that even my mentor can't destroy the blood demon. Who can guarantee that this is not the case?

Is he deliberately staying here?"

All in all, what Tina wants to do is to avoid future troubles.

Possessing several forbidden arts, Tina is very aware that there are still many things in this world that even she cannot understand. With the almost immortal nature of those blood shadows, the corpse of William Twelve looks like a human being.

It must be a bomb.

"Your Excellency Tina, from your standpoint, I want to destroy the body of William Twelve, but if I stand from the position of millions of soldiers, a general who died for the country will not be buried with honors after his death.

Ling, aren't you afraid that all the soldiers will feel chilled?"

"We will handle this matter."

If we say that from a human perspective, Tina felt that the body should be destroyed to solve the trouble that should not be left behind.

So Bengeno, from a rational point of view, a general who dedicated his life to his country still needs to be treated like this after his death?

Looking at the number of soldiers who were willing to die under William's twelve punches this time, we know how much this general of the royal court was loved by others.

"Take care of yourself."

Seeing more and more soldiers coming around, Tina no longer insisted on going her own way, and pulled Tissus around and left. The old Pharaoh left suddenly, and then even among the shamans, there would be a series of troubles.

You are young after all!

At such an unhappy scene, King Hua shook his head. He was too lazy to say anything more. The shamans were too close to the empire. This was not a good thing for many druids.

What is an empire?

For those druids who are at least a hundred years old, they have already seen through the ultimate essence of any empire in the world.

In Mingbei, the storm caused by Blood Demon Gai Jiutian hastily come to an end in a little-known way. The chaotic massacre scene that happened three hundred years ago has not happened again, but the way to solve the problem is the same.

An old Pharaoh was also sacrificed.

…

In the northern border, outside the Snowy Mountains in the north, Ye Feng personally commanded and ruthlessly tortured 30,000 snow wolf riders to exhaustion, and finally died in humiliation.

Want to compete head-on?

How could I comply with your wishes? Ye Feng deliberately let the armored troops bombard the Snow Wolf Cavalry, causing them to run back and forth, but there were many traps along the way.

In frontal fighting, there are snow wolf cavalry who can fight one against five. In the end, even if it is one against one, few have the strength to hold the big ax in their hands.

"King, I found this there."

In the cold wind, Ye Feng stood alone on the top of the mountain, feeling sad. His eyes glanced deeper into Mingbei.

A crystal clear emerald was handed over by Xiao Chuanqi.

Looking at the gem again, it was in the shape of a hexagonal rhombus, with longer ends and a vague and obscure light flickering. Holding it in his hand, Ye Feng clearly felt an inexplicable power flowing inside it.

"Any other discoveries?"

The place Xiao Chuanqiu mentioned was the place where Gai Jiutian first fought. Ye Feng only wanted to know one thing.

Who forced Gai Jiutian to become a demon?

"No more."

Xiao Chuanqi shook his head and said.

At this moment, he also knew what happened to the half of the hill that Kong went to, and the gem was found there.

Gai Jiutian, the former commander of the First Army, has left them.

"This is the gem of those shamans in Mingbei."

"Green gem. According to Mu Tian's introduction, there are not many shamans who can use green staffs. There are only a hundred or so at most."

"Shadow, order someone to find out who is here."

Ye Feng's eyes were flashing with anger.

No matter which shaman forced Gai Jiutian, he would make him pay with blood. Of course, he might have died, but Ye Feng would continue to settle this debt.

All this is not over yet!

I just got some interest back first.

It would not be an exaggeration at all to say that Ye Feng worked tirelessly for several days to get revenge on Mingbei.

Otherwise, based on his past style, this national war would be more suitable to be fought in the spring when the ice and snow melt.

"yes!"

Under the snow, a woman's voice responded.

"King, what should we do next?"

Xiao Chuanqi's eyes looked deeper into Mingbei, and a trace of strange blood flashed in his eyes.

Killing intent!

In this battle, there were at least several hundred Mingbei barbarians who died under Xiao Chuanqi's sword, but this number was far less than the desire in his heart.

"Withdraw troops first."

"Don't worry, we won't be lonely if we fight with the Mingbei barbarians and others."

At the foot of the mountain.

Group after group of northern soldiers retreated in an orderly manner.

This battle can be described as a great victory. Less than ten thousand people were sacrificed in exchange for the lives of more than one hundred thousand barbarians in the underworld. This kind of achievement is unprecedented.

But in the end, we definitely can’t run away!

In the palace of Petersburg in the Holy Capital of the North, while the northern soldiers were retreating, King Peter XVI was also discussing important matters with his prime minister, Richard.

"Your Majesty, there seems to be an unpleasant quarrel with the shaman over there in the royal court."

The old man with the Mediterranean Sea above his head, that is, Prime Minister Richard, after reviewing the situation, his face darkened.

In fact, it is obviously superfluous to say this, because how could the king in front of me not know this?

Richard just wanted to know what the king's attitude was?

"Richard, who do you think is more loyal between an organization that has developed many believers in its own land and cooperates with me in vain, or a royal court in its own hands?"

Xiang XVI looked at the Prime Minister of the Cabinet with great interest.

He knew that the son of the Prime Minister was now a mage-level figure among shamans.

"Why does the king need to ask me?"

Richard lowered his head silently.
To be continued...