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"The general said to capture this woman alive and give her a hundred taels of gold!"

"Even if I die, I can still get ten taels of gold!"

The front, the back, and the left, and the right of the Ink Mist were all in danger! The ten scimitars were like predators as they pierced through the night sky and descended upon her body like lambs!

Molda lowered his head and looked at the still-twitching Mo Huang. He said contemptuously, "Did you see that? This is the result of disobeying the orders of Molda! "

"Your daughter will soon be chopped into minced meat to accompany you!"

In the pool of blood, Mo Huang's face paled, but she couldn't say a word. Instead, she looked at Mo Da with hatred.

But so what?

Mordor was never afraid of the curse of the dying. All of a sudden, Ink Yan's furious roar approached his ears.

"Molda! "You're dead for sure!"

How could he be so fast? For a moment, Morda looked back in disbelief.

In the blazing campsite, under the protection of a pack of wolves, Mo Yan actually charged forward bravely as if there was no one around! Even though she was just a single person, bare-handed and her body hadn't fully grown yet. However, Mo Da could clearly see the confident light of a top-notch warrior shining in the eyes of this delicate woman!

She was confident that she could kill herself in a magnificent army!

"Protect the general!"

"Protect the general!"

Very quickly, Murong Nan who was watching from the sidelines let out a call for help. Under the orders of their leader, the large group of soldiers charged towards Mo Yan like floodwaters!

However, Ink Yan's anger had already been completely ignited.

Ink Yan charged at the Sirius who attacked her first, first grabbing his sword arm, then grabbing onto his opponent with her other hand, she threw it towards the blade of the scimitar!

Bang!

One of his arms fell to the ground, and the back of his body that was being embraced by Mo Yan had three bone-deep wounds. The real person punching bag instantly became lifeless. She kicked it away again, tripping over another enemy and grabbing his arm to push him down towards her neck! Bright red pillars of blood shot up into the sky, splashing all over his body. The second enemy was dead. She seized the opportunity to grab the weapon, flipped behind the enemy's back, and slashed again towards the bend of the leg!

Putong! Putong! Plop!

With three consecutive thuds, the three adult males lost their balance and fell to the ground, then were torn apart by the wolves.

With one foot stepping over the corpse, she chased after Molda with a bloody image of her half red body.

Seeing this, Molda was simply terrified!

In just two minutes, four of his ten subordinates had died! This kind of harvesting speed, dare I ask, was still human?

The large private soldiers that were chasing after him were also stunned! This type of tough guy was at the level of a high-ranking officer that could kill a hundred people on the battlefield! How could weeds like them dare to compete with generals?

"Archers!" Soon, Murong Nan had another twenty archers on one knee and aimed at Mo Yan.

"Whiz!" A rain of arrows. What should have been an empty space was now filled with arrows. Within the range, those who were still panting were now being transformed into hedgehogs.

Is Ink Yan dead? Molda stared unblinkingly at the center. He was extremely looking forward to this retrograde idiot's revenge.

However, a few seconds later …

Puff! With one hand, Ink Yan brushed away the dead Sirian's corpse, the other hand supported the ground as she pulled out the arrow, and then rushed towards Molda as if nothing had happened! Her voice, after experiencing the rain of arrows, was filled with endless coldness, and her eyes burned with deep hatred!

"Molda, since I said I'll kill you today, I definitely won't let you live until tomorrow!"

Mist Grass!

There was only five meters left!

At that time, even though Molda had been taught an iron-blooded education since he was young, and he believed himself to be a noble, he could not help but twitch his eyelids for this woman who sought revenge!

She was actually serious! And he was about to charge right in front of him!

Mo Da instinctively pulled out his weapon and prepared to face the incoming attack! He was going to use a weapon crafted by a master to fight against the unarmed Ink Mist if he wasn't sure.

However, the heavens had once again slapped Molda hard!

Just as Ink Mist was about to rush up to Molda, there was only 1 meter left between the two of them! Ink Yan suddenly stretched out her front leg! His entire body fell back 75 degrees!

Molda's first round of attacks inexplicably missed! Ink Yan suddenly sprained her leg and fell straight to the ground.

After that, smack!

Molda's left ankle was suddenly bound by a flexible rope, and he nimbly pulled it out!

This is? Mordor's eyes widened in disbelief, unable to fathom how the Ink Flame had attacked him.

Half a second later, Molda lost his balance and fell to the ground! The weapon fell from his hand in a sorry state. From the distorted view of the fall, he suddenly realized that Ink Yan had rolled over and stood up. Her hands were pulling up and down as if she was pulling something. The rope in her hand was slender and did not reflect much light. It was similar to the whip he had used to whip others.

"Bitch ~!"

"He actually used Yin!"

Even if it was Molda, he could not bear to be defeated in such a manner! He opened his mouth to curse.

However, Ink Yan immediately followed up with a few rolls of the whip. She rapidly wrapped it around Molda's neck, and then pulled the whip from behind her shoulder! His two hands struck out as if he was about to die!

Molda's face instantly turned red, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his lips were spitting foam!

"General!"

Murong Nan, who was on the horse, didn't even get scared to the point that he wanted to roll down! "With great difficulty, he managed to control his emotions and squeezed his horsewhip to reprimand her." A traitor! Still not stopping?! "

"Do you want me to be convicted for the Sirius again?"

Ink Yan dragged the struggling Molda two steps forward, her voice close to a growl. "You, a dignified prince of the Big End, are about to acknowledge a Celestial Wolf as your master!" If I were a traitor, I'd die! You are a traitor! Serves you right, and you deserve to be chopped into pieces by nine families!

An ungrateful thing! Murong Nan was suddenly scolded by Mo Yan to the point that his face turned green and white, but he couldn't refute her at all. Furious, he waved his hand again.

"Charge!"

However, at this time, Mo Yan straightened her body, using her bloodthirsty eyes to stare at the enemies that were about to encircle them, and cursed them all in a split-second, "Who dares?!"

Hundreds of private soldiers stood there in a daze, a row of people holding shiny knives in their hands. Everyone looked at each other, but no one dared to move.

"Stupid, stupid ~"

Molda had to use up almost all of his strength before he barely managed to loosen the whip in order to get some air.

"Difficult, don't tell me you don't know how to use slaves …"

What Morda wanted to say was that in order to threaten Ink Yan to release herself, he would only need to capture a few slaves and kill them for her to see. Although Mo Yan's mother was dead, how could the Mo Family be the only family that was exiled abroad? If she was injured because of Mo Huang, would she not let him off because of the other family members?

But! It was the word 'slave'! It was like a needle, piercing deep into Ink Yan's soul, leaving her with the reality of being riddled with holes!

In this ice-cold foreign world, the only one who was good to her and the only one willing to die for her, Mo Huang, had died. But she could no longer return to the cold-blooded nature of the agents. Just thinking about this, Ink Yan's whole body was burning with an unquenchable rage. In a fit of rage, she actually stuffed the handle of the whip into the wolf's mouth, slapping it hard on its butt, and let the wolves drag Molda down the road in her place!