Chapter 286

Ouch!

Excited howls sounded everywhere in Yinsong province. The scattered minions of the Jackal Legion were frantically looking for human settlements. Their hearts were longing for killing and blood.

This belongs to the orc savage hidden in the Jackal's blood!

The sparsely populated and desolate Yinsong province has become more and more dilapidated after hearing of the Jackal invasion, especially after these jackal soldiers walk around, but for them, their hard search will eventually yield results.

There are always people who are hard to leave their hometown. The Jackal invasion they once heard of didn't see in the next few days. It can be regarded as breaking the message, making these people secretly happy and reaping a lot of wealth.

However, when the howling rang through the sky, gray fur came into their eyes, fear filled their hearts, and the smell of death came from the pavement.

Of course, they are greeted by cruel killing and abuse by jackals, which is their respective destiny choice.

Blood and fire are staged in the desolate north, which is sweeping, and wants to completely engulf the desolate north.

In the dilapidated village, Krieg still lay quietly, overlooking the changes of the sky, gradually changing from sky blue to fish belly white, and the light glow covered the field of vision.

He liked the time, as if the fields had become his property until

Poof!

"Hey, asshole coward, what are you doing?" Crick got up and looked at the dragon lizard lying on his side.

"Gollum... Woo." Skar shook his head in confusion and yawned at the same time.

"Huh? Talk back? Interesting? Hahaha, I've had enough of your demagogic words. I almost fell to the ground during the night attack on the camp. You know, I'm a sergeant general. How can I lose face with my soldiers?" Krieg looked at the dragon lizard angrily, covered his nose and sobbed.

"I should have left you in Valoran. Yes, it should be done next time. You will die of loneliness. See his ghost, you can't make it all day without me..."

Sigaerhun didn't care. He leaned his neck, leaned his head against the grass, rolled his body by the way, and then

Poof! Poof!

Poof!

Then, Skar's rhythmic farting was just laughing at Krieg. As soon as the extreme smell was covered, it was like slapping Krieg on his plush face, and instantly turned green with a little peculiar smell.

"Enough, son of a bitch!" Cleopatra threw his smelly hat on the ground and strode away from the Village intersection. His only intact left eye was shining with inexplicable emotion. He swore to himself: I will never look at her again, this bitch.

However, the hat blew and rolled and slid to the wall. When he saw it, he immediately trotted back, picked it up from the ground and stared at Skar.

"Well, keep sleeping, lazy mouse," said Crick as he walked away, as if waiting for something, but he didn't wait, turning into a depressed voice.

"I'll go out without you!"

The village where Knox is located is remote. Even war masons found it by chance. It's good to use it as a temporary camp.

When Krieg stood on the village highland, the sunset was dragging the afterglow of the sunset towards the horizon. The hazy night invaded from a distance, and little black spots appeared in the field of vision.

"Interesting!" CREI smiled coldly, took out his silver gray axe and hung it around his waist. These jackals have a sensitive nose and good ability to find people. They can actually find their rest camp.

Boom!

A dark cavalry figure appeared on the crimson horizon, and the sharp heavy lance in his hand reflected the frightened look of the jackals. Soon, a slaughter began, and dozens of jackals turned into cold bodies, with a faint smell of blood gone with the wind.

"HMM... damn Gregory, what are you doing, you smelly boy?" said Crick angrily. He put away his silver gray axe and turned back to the dilapidated village.

"Get up, smelly lizard!" Crick returned to where Skar lay and grabbed the saddle aside.

The dragon lizard Sgar raised his head, with a trace of ridicule in his copper bell like eyes, then grunted and lay back on the cold grass.

"Get up! Get up! Get up! Come on!" cried Crick, his face as black as a pot. "The jackals have broken in. We should continue the unfinished task."

Skar turned his head slightly and looked at Krieg blankly, as if he didn't understand Krieg's words, or pretended to be stunned.

Crick buckled his saddle on his back in anger: "when I return to Valoran's collar, I will propose to the Lord to cancel Skar's exclusive chef and let him go out to find food by himself!"

Hearing the speech, Skar immediately stood up and his ears stood up nervously. Cook, he can understand the word. Then Krieg jumped onto the saddle, pulled the reins tight, and set off towards the village gate.

The killing is over, the remains of jackals are covered with muddy roads in the village, a noxasian cavalry patrols the battlefield, and the bloody heavy lance is raised from time to time to repair the fatal wounds.

"Lord Krieg, I found the trail of jackals. They entered Yinsong province!" Gregory rode over, raised his black visor and said in a voice.

"Go out and spread the war masons and shadow stream people. I want to know every move of the Jackal." cley restrained his eccentric character and became Sir general and major cley again. (Krieg has many legendary names, which can be changed at any time according to his mood.)

Then he looked at the soldiers who were ready to go behind him, shouted and rode forward like a black trend, surging forward, slightly masking the twilight glow in the sky.

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As time passed, the cold night fell on Yinsong Province, the Jackal Legion began to camp, countless fires dotted with simple and dirty camps, chaotic howls sounded from time to time, and a faint smell filled the air.

Jackals are a group of wild orcs. We can't expect them and humans to control their emotions and desires. Therefore, chaos can be seen everywhere in the whole humble camp. Fortunately, some jackals are patrolling around to maintain order in the camp.

Gollum! Gollum!

When the liquor went into his stomach, habakhak wiped the wine stains on the corners of his mouth at will, looked at the Jackal guards kneeling in front of him and shouted, "you mean six minions didn't come back on time?"

"Yes, chief, we lined up to follow the departure route, but we got nothing!" the Jackal guard whispered back, his body trembling slightly.

"Go down!" habakhak's eyes half narrowed and didn't care about his subordinates leaving. A trace of bloodthirsty appeared in the dark green pupils.

Did you do it again? Then it's certain that your number is not large, otherwise you can't just clean up a few minions.

"Hehe, I'm very interested in you. Which side is it? I'll definitely kill you, including everyone behind you!"

The light was dim, and strands of dark purple life energy flickered gently, as if the murmur of the devil echoed in the tent.