he wore it back

After being put into the box, Yin Fan, whose eyes were completely dark, couldn't see what was going on outside, but could vaguely hear some voices.

The neighing of the unicorns, the clamor of the crowd, the flapping of the wings of monsters, and Hemingfu's loud and urgent shouts, just by relying on these beautiful and moving voices, he can conjure up a scene in his mind. An extremely real picture.

At this time, it must be Hemingfu who commanded the army to attack and wipe out these untouchables!

The mere low-level breeders, even with the addition of a group of monsters, can't stop the unicorn's iron hooves from trampling on them. Sometimes Hemingfu even has to give orders to stop his subordinates, so as to avoid killing all these low-level people on the spot. ...

Yin Fan put his feet in the crystal ball and turned a few small circles, with a slightly satisfied smile on his face.

This is a little bit more plausible, knowing to give him someone to vent his anger on, otherwise, after regaining his own body, he will have to get angry and step on Hemingfu's feet!

At this time, on the city wall, everyone was stunned.

They are ready to fight to the death. The priests of the Western Regions began to recall the magic that consumes life force. The warriors of the Eastern Regions were ready to die together. One is one, killing two is the idea of ​​making money, and I don't think about rushing up and coming back alive...

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the situation of the battle has changed drastically before it even started.

The frightening one-horned warhorses were showing off how strong their iron hoofs and flexible tails were, and they even attacked each other, trying to push down the next door with their horses' heads.

"This, this is..." Lennand was a little incoherent, "What's going on, internal strife?"

It's not that he hasn't seen the defection before the war, but this is the first time he has seen the defection of the mount before the war.

A little priest also didn't know why, "The unicorn horse is a very powerful war mount. Under the military order, there will be little turmoil, but I heard that they will be very excited to show off to the humans they like. good."

Lennand touched his head, "Who is he showing his favor to? Could it be the soul crystal in the box in my hand?"

When he thought about it, he subconsciously took the box inside. If this strange soul really attracted the unicorns, then their fate would be the same.

A soldier from the Eastern Region stood aside, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but said disdainfully, "What box, what soul crystal, why are those unicorns like this, isn't the answer obvious? "

Seeing people from the nearby Western Regions and Southern Regions looking over one after another, the soldier from the Eastern Region could not help puffing out his chest proudly, and proudly... quietly pointed to the direction of his commander with his eyes.

Everyone couldn't help but looked over in unison. The commander of the Eastern Army, Mr. Fidel, was indeed at the focus of the eyes of those unicorns.

When he just frowned slightly and leaned forward to observe clearly, the hissing became louder and louder.

When he took a few steps back helplessly and opened up a little distance, those hissing sounds became subdued.

This is really... very telling.

"So that's what happened." Angus, who had a panoramic view of the situation in front of him, smiled lightly. He followed the unicorns and whistled towards Fidel.

It used the unique, intimate tone of the South Region.

Shi Hai: "..."

Mu Xi looked at Angus indifferently, as if ignoring this vulgar and funny behavior, but turned around and sprinkled a layer of holy light around the man.

The way of showing favor in the Western Regions is as high-profile and beautiful as ever.

Shi Hai: "..."

Hronos curled the human wrist with his long tail, and said softly, "Mi!"

How can those fancy moves be as direct as those of Warcraft?

He's not the group of one-horned clowns down there who can only grind their hooves and flick their tails, raise their heads and scream stupidly!

While despising the act of seizing love from the alien beasts, Hronos quietly pushed the bow in the man's hand away with his claws.

Otherwise, there will be no extra fingers to touch the fur!

Shi Hai: "..."

He ran along the little thing's back in a funny way, but his eyes were always watching every move under the city wall.

Without a mount, it does not mean that the enemy army has lost all its combat power.

Unless the people of the kingdom retreat temporarily, sometimes the dying culling of the trapped beast is the most deadly!

Lopez looked coldly at the various courtesies of those people. He remained silent, and only said when the man was about to communicate with the enemy under the city wall, "Commander, let me handle it."

Shi Hai was a little surprised, the other party was not a belligerent person... But since he took the initiative to speak this time, he nodded slightly, and directly agreed without further questioning.

Before leaving, Lopez kissed the back of the man's hand before turning around and striding away.

On the cloak that was lifted by the wind behind him, many eyes of death gathered.

Everyone: "..."

Although -kiss-souvenirs are very popular in the Western Regions, but you, an outsider from the Eastern Regions, can you stop doing as the Romans do? !

Looking at the chaotic situation in front of him, Hemingfu couldn't help but get angry.

Holding his belly kicked by the little white horse, he couldn't help roaring loudly, wanting to restore the order at the beginning, and charged again, but not only the unicorns ignored them, but even the generals and soldiers ignored them. Respond again.

"Are you all a bunch of dead people?!" Hemingway roared, "Hurry up and get on your horses and subdue them again!"

The cavalry of the kingdom heard it, but they kept rolling and fleeing on the ground to avoid being trampled to death by the crazy iron hooves.

Finally, a confidant escaped to Hemingfu's side, and he said out of breath, "General, should we retreat?"

Hemingfu glared at him, raised his hand and grabbed the confidant's collar, "What did you say, do you want me to repeat it again? There is no word retreat in my dictionary!"

The confidant said hesitantly, "But this situation is very special now. The one-horned horse doesn't obey orders at all, and our lineup has been disrupted..."

"So what?" Hemingfu let go of his hand and pointed to the high wall in front of him. "Everyone, even if there are difficulties ahead and ambushing on all sides, Yin Fan is on top. Today we swear to bring back the Pearl of the Kingdom!"

He made a passionate pre-war declaration, but only got a sound of horses and a few isolated responses.

Just as the confidant next to him was thinking about how to persuade the general again, he suddenly found that the entrance gate to the border of the Western Regions was actually opened.

Walking alone, he walked out.

Hemingfu also noticed the movement at the gate, he squinted his eyes, and asked, "Who are you, the peacemaker?"

Lopez didn't answer, just pulled out the long knife and raised his hand to point it at the blade.

Hemingfu was aroused by the other party's provocation. He casually pulled out the big knife from his body, put it on his shoulder casually, and walked over at a leisurely pace.

"It turned out that the heads were given away. You are worried that this situation will not end well, and you are afraid that I will be too angry, so you plan to send them over one by one first, and let me kill them to relieve the hatred, right?"

Hemingfu shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Actually, I am not a narrow-minded person, but I have no right to forgive others for the victim. You have asked the wrong person, and the final punishment depends on what Yin Fan says."

That confidant always felt that something was wrong, but he thought in his heart that the other party had sent a person to meet Mrs. Hemingfu directly, so there was nothing to worry about.

Even if you want to assassinate, you must have the capital to dream!

The confidant stabilized his mind, and shouted loudly, "How can you be so rude in front of adults, don't hesitate to report your name!"

When the two were about to enter each other's attack range, Lopez finally spoke slowly and politely introduced himself briefly, "Deputy Commander of the Eastern Army, Lopez."

The confidant was stunned, and quickly reminded, "My lord, he is the Eastern Region man known as Sirius."

"Sirius?" Hemingfu raised his eyelids reluctantly, and said, "I have heard that it was the one who was severely injured by torture by his commander before and failed to rush over to guard the border."

He couldn't help but smiled again, "You are really miserable, but you deserve it, who made Yin Fan unhappy for you."

Lopez directly named the subject in a cold voice, "When the two armies meet, sometimes under special circumstances, the commander will fight first."

One-on-one, straight one-on-one.

Otherwise, it would not be an easy task to completely defeat these kingdom soldiers who fell off their horses.

Hemingfu held the knife slantly in his hand, adjusted his breath, and his eyes became sharper, "So, you are the coach?"

Lopez shook his head slightly, "No."

"Ah?" Hemingfu plucked his ears, and said speechlessly, "Then what are you doing here... Oh, I understand, your coach is busy praising Yin Fan, that's fine."

Lopez looked at him indifferently, "I came because you are not worthy to fight with him."

The confidant on the side whispered secretly, this man is so courageous!

Hemingfu's smile became stronger and stronger, but his expression became more and more icy.

It seems that this person is looking for death, and he is looking for a very miserable way of death...

OK, he's ready!

"Dare to humiliate me? Take your life!" Hemingfu stepped forward quickly, swung his knife, and cut off the Sirius' head.

Lopez held the sword forward, withstood the attack, and incidentally launched a counterattack from a tricky angle.

The two of you come and go, with swords shining and swords shining, murderous intent overflowing, it seems that they are indistinguishable.

After several rounds, the two stood up with knives and confronted each other.

"Good fight, come again!" Hemingfu laughed three times, full of pride.

Lopez gently stroked the knife in his hand, his eyes were a little dark, and there was a faint trace of doubt.

"Why, you dare not come?" Seeing this, Hemingfu couldn't help laughing.

Lopez shook his head, "I was just thinking about a question."

"What's the problem, the way of begging for mercy?" Hemingfu thought about it seriously, and said, "I prefer the kneeling posture, and you can kowtow a hundred more heads."

Lopez looked up at him, "It wasn't you who led the army back then, otherwise the border would not have been lost."

Hemingfu frowned, "What do you mean?!"

Lopez analyzed in detail, "I tried to follow your moves and rhythm just now, but I couldn't see any hidden aptitudes you have... It seems that I was thinking too much."

Hemingfu sighed sarcastically, "If you can't beat me, you just want to use your mouth to shake my fighting spirit? Just now it was clear that you were at a disadvantage. Why, is it so difficult to face reality?!"

Lopez didn't say much, and still raised his knife to point at the enemy.

Hemingfu didn't even think about it, and directly launched a charge. This time, he wanted to let this Sirius fall directly!

The confidant on the side was ready to congratulate the lord for victory, but when the two sides' swords touched, his words of praise got stuck in his throat, and he never had a chance to spit it out again.

The flash of the knife is gone in a blink of an eye.

Lopez withdrew his knife, turned around, returned to the city, and ordered others to come over to collect the prisoners and spoils of war.

The soldiers of the kingdom who have lost their generals and have no mounts have lost their morale, so there is nothing to fear.

Hemingfu knelt on the ground, clutching his throat, looking at the big knife that fell not far away and was chopped into pieces, he couldn't believe it!

The opponent's blade didn't cut open his blood vessels, but only cut a layer of flesh, but the feeling of being controlled by someone and hanging by a thread made people terrified.

Hemmingoff wanted to scream, but he was worried about aggravating the injury on his throat, so he could only shiver, and unconsciously, the pants between his legs were wet.