Three members of the silver hand look at each other and see the answer in each other's eyes.

In a flash of cold light, the three members of the silver hand pierced their hearts with their sharp blades at the same time.

No struggle, no plea for mercy.

At the first time, they choose to use death to keep the secret in their hearts. What the demons get will always be their bodies. Never want to hear any information from their mouths.

Even if there is only one word, they are stingy to export.

The bright red blood blooms under the three people's bodies, quietly moistening the dry land.

They are very clear that the mysterious demon can approach without their awareness, and their strength is not what they can deal with for a long time. They will continue to struggle, and only let the other party have more time to torture them and get information.

So they choose to die.

"Damn, are people crazy!" Black Jiao looked at the members of the three silver hands who died in front of his eyes in surprise. How could he not think that the human practice would be so determined.

In the last war of gods and demons, it was not like this!

He did not even see the things that should have appeared to man, such as begging, crying, and panic.

As Tianjue once said before, people in desert cities are like crazy. They are eager to die. Heijiao still thinks it's ridiculous. Isn't it human's habit to live in a muddle? How could they give up the chance to live?

Until now, black Jiao understood that what Tianjue said was true.

This group of people who have been despised by them has really changed.

Without any clue, black Jiao was very upset. He thought of the man who was caught by the monster, and there was a glimmer of hope in his heart. But just after he let the monster fly down, he saw the silver hand member who had been caught. He had already killed himself by biting his tongue. His white clothes were dyed red by the dazzling blood color. His head was slightly down, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a trace of happiness A comforting smile.

"Madman." It's hard for Heijiao to accept the result of his successful capture of human beings.

"I don't believe it. Human beings are really turning around! Keep looking for me! " Black Jiao didn't give up. He believed that he would always find those people who were greedy for life and afraid of death, and truthfully explain the news he wanted.

The black dragon rode away quickly on the beast. He went to find his next target.

The members of the four silver hands poured into the pool of blood were so silent that their lives died with the wind.

Until a long time later, the three tiny Warcraft came out from the members of the three silver hands. They were like ordinary rabbits, but they were different. They nestled beside their master. Their white hair color was red with blood, and they rubbed their master's cold cheek reluctantly.

A moment's warmth, they know, these once accompanied by them for a long time the master has died.

A few monsters with blood all over them suddenly tumbled on the dirty soil, until they made their original smooth and neat fur dirty and integrated with the color of the earth, and then they came back to the silver hand members. One of them took a small wooden card out of its owner's tightly held hand. On the small wooden card, it was twisted and engraved shallowly Two words of "divide the troops".