[bloody warriors, this is a powerful war weapon created by the Knox empire using black witchcraft and magic runes. They lose their reason and emotion, but obtain extremely powerful force, and become a legendary Legion in Valoran - the Knox bloody pioneer regiment, and their commander is the most powerful war weapon of the Knox Empire, the God of war of the dead · SAIN 。】
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The earliest concept and creation of war weapons originated from zu'an!
Zuan, a city-state distorted by abused magic and technology, is located near the sea in the east of Valoran. Countless infamous terrorist technologies and magical creations were invented here, and war weapons are one of them.
As an ally of Zuan, the Knox Empire also obtained this technology, and finally completely transformed and improved it with their very good witchcraft and black magic to create their terrorist war machine.
For the Knox Empire, nothing but violence and willingness to use violence mattered. This point has been incisively and vividly reflected in the weapons of war.
The Knox empire began to use a large number of war weapons in the war, and used war weapons as human siege mallets to attack the city walls, release fear and kill wantonly.
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Noxas bloody pioneers? Weapons of war?
After receiving the information from the system, modrian stared at the black and red cards filled with mania in the system items.
He once vaguely heard the name and felt familiar. In the previous online world, there were many old players who liked the background story of the hero League to arrange the famous legendary Legion on in Valoran.
The bloody vanguard group of Knox is one of the few powerful legions that dare to launch a positive charge against the fearless vanguard army.
Fearless pioneer army, one of the most famous legions in Valoran, has the honorary title of "demacia barrier". It is resident in the fearless fortress of the demacia Empire to resist the crazy aggression of the noxas empire.
Maybe some people haven't heard of the fearless vanguard, but they must have heard of its commander. Later, Galen Guanwei, who is known as the "crown guard" and also known as the [power of demacia], served as the commander of the fearless vanguard!
"Hey, guys, it's not that I don't give you a chance, but that your pace of chasing time is too slow!" modrian looked at the direction of edalas with a cold smile on his mouth.
All patience is worth it. The use of random arms card this time is an unexpected surprise.
Before the storm came, luck favored him. The arrival of the Lord of shadow flow · robbery was to supplement his weakness, while the disciples of shadow flow and bloody warriors were to improve the arms sequence of tunwobao.
But before that, it's time to get rid of the hidden mice and dirty peepers.
"Rob!" murdrian whispered, looking at the shadow on his side.
"Lord modrian!" when he heard the voice, he raised his eyes in the shadow and bowed slightly to show his respect.
"Go to find crane, and then take the shadow stream to the town of irvindale, and clean up the rats around." modrian ordered, while the shadow cards in the simple system suddenly dissipated and rushed out of his eyes as strands of black thin lines.
In an instant, countless dark shadows filled the bedroom. With the passage of time, they became deeper and deeper, and finally collapsed like a black hole, forming a figure wearing a gray lock armour.
"Follow your will, the ignorant are doomed." looking around at the shadow flow disciples standing like sculptures, the face under the black armor showed a cold smile.
These are my loyal followers and real ninjas active in shadow killing.
"Then I'm looking forward to your performance," modrian replied with a smile.
Shadow stream, a sect born on the ruins of the ancient temple of the balanced sect, will bloom its own shadow rose on the continent of caladimos.
Especially when the war is coming, this terrorist ninja in the shadow will be more bright and deadly.
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The cold of winter has long passed in the peripheral mountain area of renwal mountains, but this area is still in a low temperature environment, with a little white frost condensing on the branches and leaves.
Drizzle, cold wind, a few fallen leaves fell into the muddy land.
In one corner of the oak forest, lush leaves can barely shelter the cold rain everywhere. It is a fairly good temporary foothold.
"This damn ice cold rain is really annoying. I miss the warm and comfortable pub." the subtle voice vibrates the leaves carrying the glittering raindrops. Listen carefully, but I don't know where it comes from.
"Shut up, Pete. I don't want to move any more. This is the fifth foothold we're looking for."
Another thin voice sounded, scolding the men before. It seemed that for some unknown reason, they had to find a place to rest.
"Hey, Kahn, I shouldn't have taken this damn spy mission with you at the beginning. Those black cavalry are really terrible without any mercy and compassion." the guy called Peter began to vomit bitterly after hearing Kahn's response to himself.
"In just one day, we saw three sentinel teams being ruthlessly slaughtered by them, and the bright blood almost dyed red."
"Just 10 gold shields, bet on your life. This is the worst deal I've ever made."
"A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, the next group of black Troopers will pass through here. If you don't want to die, make complaints about your physical strength." Kahn interrupted his pitting with a cold voice, hidden in the eyes of his leaves.
Like Peter, he can't forget the fate of those spies who took the task like them after they were found by the black cavalry.
The tragic cry for mercy could not stop the experience of craniotomy, and the gushing blood was still vivid.
This is totally different from the way it was handled a few days ago. Once it was found, it would be a rude persuasion, but now it is at the cost of losing life.
"Hmm?" Kahn, hidden in the canopy, wondered why Peter was silent. With his understanding of the good guy, once the topic was opened, the guy would talk for a while, but now
The faint smell of rust floated on his nose. Kahn Huoran's face changed greatly. He subconsciously wanted to turn over and fall off the tree crown, and his right hand touched his waist at the same time, where he usually placed his weapons.
Puff!
A light blood stain appeared between Strauss Kahn's neck, his wide pupil was full of fear and despair, and his right hand stretched to his waist also stopped silently, twitching and shaking slightly.
In the shadow of the oak tree, there was a slight wave on the calm lake, and then it was quiet again, as if there was no trace.
Everything seemed so peaceful under the rain.
In addition to leaving two bodies gradually losing temperature under the prosperous canopy, they were soaked by the cold rain.