Chapter 181: Participate in the war

The fear in his heart and these disgusting scenes are what the blonde teenager dared not think of before. The blonde teenager's pale face was extremely distorted, and finally he couldn't suppress the violently churning internal organs. Wow, I spit out everything I ate all day with gastric juice...

Three or five young soldiers standing not far away looked at the blonde teenager who had been kneeling on the ground and vomited. The young soldier at the head did not know when he had put away the big knife in his hand.

One of the soldiers sighed and said, "Isn't it too much?"

The young soldier in charge looked at the blonde teenager who was still trembling violently, and a trace of intolerance flashed in his eyes, but he soon disappeared. As a result, he said, "Humph! Have you passed? Just like him, when he goes to the battlefield tomorrow, he will see someone's head cut off and pee in his pants without fear? Some things, only when you have experienced more severe things, will you not panic when you face them again. If he still can't get through this hurdle in his heart now, hum! It will be a matter of time before you die on the battlefield!"

After saying that, the young soldier also lowered his head. He could not bear to see the blonde teenager trembling all over, but did not want to look at the battlefield in front of him that had already been covered by corpse vulture. Too many brothers he met because of this war were buried on this battlefield and became a delicacy in the mouths of these disgusting corpses.

Psimistic emotions are always contagious, and the soldiers around them are not touched by the scene in front of them? Every late at night, when these sharp birds sing, they will think of their brothers in robes, their own situation, and whether they will one day lie on that battlefield in the night and become the food in the mouth of these disgusting corpses.

However, they did not find that at this moment, over this dark battlefield, the dark clouds are changing rapidly, forming a huge whirlpool appearance. As time goes by, this huge black whirlpool is still expanding and thickening.

Without warning, a meter of purple lightning was struck straight from the center of the black whirlpool in the sky, and the thunder that had always accompanied the lightning did not ring with the lightning landing this time. The purple light shone the whole night sky in an instant.

"Enemy attack?!" The corpse-eating vulture is fierce. If someone dares to suddenly break in while the group's corpse-eating vulture eating, his end will be several times more miserable than those who have died, which has always been the consensus in this region. Therefore, when corpses appear over the battlefield at night, there is generally no possibility of enemy attack. But despite this, several young veterans who had been on the battlefield for several years were instantly relieved from the sad and melancholy atmosphere and looked forward one after another. What the hell happened and what shines so brightly on such a dark night?

Looking up, a scene that made these people unforgettable came into their eyes.

What scene is this! Purple lightning went down into the air and shot straight into the center of the battlefield, causing a blazing fire in an instant. All kinds of miserable birds kept coming out. With the breeze blowing, all kinds of burnt smells rushed to these people. At this moment, a man in golden armor like a god slowly floated against the skylight and stood in the air dozens of meters from the ground.

"Huh! Miscellaneous!" A thick voice gushed out of the man's mouth.

Several vigil soldiers stared at the man standing over the battlefield in the distance, and even the blonde teenager who was still vomiting raised his head at this moment and looked at the man standing in the sky on the battlefield in front of them.

"Holy...Holy level! It's actually a saint!" The young warrior in the head did not realize the trembling in his voice, and the light of worship flashed in his eyes.

Holy level! The existence of this area approaching the top is also an existence that no force or individual dares to provoke easily! Generally speaking, people at the holy level will not participate in this kind of crusade between ordinary people or forces. Of course, even if they want to participate in this kind of national war, they are not allowed. After all, the destructive power of the holy level is too strong. Simple low-level warriors, knights and even spiritualists are like ants when facing the holy level, and the superposition of the number of warriors has no effect on the holy level. Flying in the air is a simple standard for judging whether a person is holy or not.

Several soldiers next to them were also full of shock when they heard the young soldiers in charge say so. Holy level! This is an existence that they may provoke. Even if they look at the whole area, for the vast majority of civilians, they may not be able to see a holy battle in their lives.

But now there is a holy level over this battlefield! Is it a battle between the holy levels? So where is the person who competes with this existence on the front battlefield? Several people know in their hearts that the battle between the holy levels is not something that ordinary people can see. Without certain strength, I'm afraid that the aftershocks of the two holy levels may kill them!

However, the reality did not give them time to continue to think. The man in golden armor on the battlefield in the distance waved his hand gently, and the breeze, which was still weak just now, evolved into a gust of wind.

Fire borrows the wind!

The purple flame rose to the sky and spread on the whole battlefield. Hundreds of thousands of ordinary people's talkative corpse vulture rushed to the man standing in the sky above the battlefield.

However, the small creatures are always so fragile in front of the powerful existence. The blazing fire seemed to melt the battlefield and rushed out more than ten meters from the ground. The corporal vultures that kept rushing to the battlefield and stood in the air were burned to death by the fire and fell to the ground.

And the bodies of these ghouls that fell to the ground undoubtedly added sufficient fuel to the fire. The space around the man standing in the sky above the battlefield was dozens of meters round. Due to the continuous addition of the corpses of the corpses of the corpses of the corpses, the fire was fierce. In just a moment, the flame was blazing. He rushed to dozens of meters high, like a series of flame shields, surrounded by the man.

Countless soldiers who were resting were awakened by the screams of these unusual eaters and ran out of the big account in armor. The scope of the flame is getting larger and larger, and the black clouds in the whole sky seem to have been burned red. Not long ago, the dark night was still invisible, but now it is like day under the blazing firelight.

The rolling heat wave blew on the faces of several soldiers who had just vigil with the fierce wind. The cold night was no longer cold. Several people's cheeks looked red in the light of the fire, and the heat on their faces was like boiling water vapor that made them stand so far away from the battlefield. The soldiers in the distance felt a little burning pain.

Suddenly, the young soldier at the head changed his face: "No, retreat!" After saying that, the young soldier got up and ran forward quickly, grabbed the blonde teenager who had been frightened by this scene and quickly turned back. When he passed the position just now, he did not stop, but raised his voice and shouted at other soldiers who were still in a daze: "What are you still doing? Do you want to die? Let's go!"

Several soldiers who were still stunned were shocked by the roar of the young soldiers in charge and came to their senses one after another, as if they remembered something. Mentioning the weapon accelerated to chase the direction of the young soldier's escape a few minutes ago, on the other side of the battlefield, in the barracks belonging to the Flame City...

"What?! The whereabouts of the son of the Duke of Water Overlord are unknown? Bastard! You useless things! Do you know what kind of force stands behind that idiot? How can I explain it to you? Let you follow that fool step by step! What about now? What about people?!" A middle-aged man in fine steel armor was roaring angrily, with blue veins bursting out on his resolute face, and the sharp sword in his right hand was angrily inserted into the table in front of him.

The first person who half knelt on the left side of the man in fine steel armor seemed to look at the angry middle-aged general in front of him with some guilty, brewed for a moment, and whispered, "But, General Kate. The little prince of water is obviously a dholy who doesn't know anything, and..."

"Reason! I don't want to hear these so-called reasons! I just want to know where that idiot is now! You bastards! Waste! Go find it now!" The middle-aged general named Kate has left in anger. Damn it!

The high-ranking Duke of Shuibatian controls almost half of the army and economic resources of Flame City and its 36 states. He was already in his 30s. The old king even married his young daughter to him and presided over the wedding for him. Since then, the official career of the Duke of Shuiba Heaven has been as straight as a green cloud. Before the age of 50, he was awarded the title of Duke, which was hereditary. In the eyes of anyone in Flame City, the Duke of Water Overlord is a heroic existence. An irreplaceable existence. Some people even say that in the hearts of some people, the prestige of this water king has even surpassed that of the current king.

But when nothing is perfect, such as the Duke of Water Overlord, perhaps the biggest failure in his life is to give birth to such a useless son? Without learning, there is no interest in martial arts or spiritual arts. In terms of culture, this little water spirit duke is even more oily and saltless. In the eunuchs in the main city of the Flaming City, no one does not know that this young Duke of Shuiling without learning is a waste. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he began to wander in the flower streets and willow alleys of Flame City, doing nothing all day long, looking for flowers and asking willows, and fighting with a group of fox friends and playboys. The Duke of Watery, who controls the lifeline of the country, has an old son and spoils the child when he urinates, but she is usually busy with official business and neglects discipline. The princess of the kingdom is extremely doting on this little prince, and she can do whatever she wants. So much so that the child has been raised to be like this. It was too late when the Duke realized the seriousness of the problem and wanted to teach the child again.

Now, in order to thoroughly hone the child, the Duke of Shuiba sent him to the front line. For these old subordinates of the Duke of Water Overlord who were on the front line, the Duke of Water Overlord has only one requirement, that is: practice to the death, as long as you don't die!

But after all, nothing can develop as expected. The little water prince came to the front line of the battle between the Flame City and the Xuanhuang Wall in less than three months, and made the whole command department smoky and a mess. The commanders of the military department also can't figure out why the Duke of Waterba, who has always been profound and heroic, gave birth to this mischievous and lazy son. In the end, the old generals of the command department had no choice. After all, the battle will continue. They can't let a playboy stay in the command headquarters to ruin the big deal, so they sent the little prince to the front line and handed him over to the current General Kate.

Probably during this period, the old generals of the command have been scolded by this little demon king. When they delegated the little Duke of Shuiling to the front line, they only made a request to General Kate: Take good care of it and don't die!

After all, General Kate is not an ordinary soldier. During this period, I have heard some rumors from the command. For example, one day, General Carmon's beard was pulled out, and one day, General Trey's military cap was pulled by someone at night. One day, General Kelly's royal sword was thrown away. I went into the kitchen as a fire stick, one day...

So when General Kate received the little water spirit duke, he rationally did not choose to talk to the little water spirit duke directly, but moved his relative guard over and let them guard the dboy 24 hours a day. There was also only one requirement: don't die!

The exclusive guard of General Kate, who thought he had finally ushered in a good job, had suffered all the suffering of the little prince in the past few weeks. Today, the little prince of Shuiling didn't know what to do to make them extremely alert people who had been on the battlefield for more than ten years, but he disappeared.

General Kate was furious. He knew the little water duke*, but now late at night, the whole barracks still did not see the little water duke. Then there is only one possibility, that is, the little water prince went to the battlefield during the day! And...

General Kate quickly shook his head. He didn't dare to think of this idea. Just then, the deputy general standing behind Duke Kate suddenly interrupted: "General, I may have seen the little Duke of Shuiling when the two armies are fighting today."

The moment General Kate heard the vice general talking behind him, his head turned around with a grim face and dignified look at the vice general who had just spoken to him: "What are you talking to? Did you see that rubbish? When! Why didn't you say it at that time?"

The deputy general was obviously a little unyungable in the face of General Kate's roar. He calmed down a little, closed his eyes and thought hard for a while. Then he stretched out his right hand, clasped his little thumb tightly, straightened the remaining three fingers, pressed them tightly on his forehead, picked up the heart goggles on his chest with his left hand, clenched it more than three feet away from his face, and meditated: "Now!"

A blue-white light flashed on the three fingers of the vice general's right hand, gently spread on the vice general's head.

On the other side, General Kate frowned and stared at the protective mirror held by the vice general in his left hand. Suddenly, a strange phenomenon happened, and the heart guard in the hand of the deputy general actually showed a picture, which showed the scene of fighting on the battlefield outside today.

General Kate stared closely at the protective mirror for fear of missing even a little picture. The picture passed quickly, and a row of dense sweat began to ooze from the vice general's forehead. Finally, General Kate saw it! A picture appears in this picture. Countless soldiers are fighting hard, but now the half of the figure blocked by everyone in the picture is eye-catching! That's a body in golden armor.

"What the hell!" General Kate suddenly pulled out the sharp sword inserted on the table. Due to excessive force, the sword wave at the top of the sword split the whole table neatly in half.

"Waste! You bastards! Now! Immediately! Go to the battlefield! Even if there is only the dead body left, bring this hateful little duke back to me!" General Kate is really angry now. It's over. He feels that everything is over. He even searched the whole barracks all night and didn't find the hateful little prince of water. I'm afraid there is only one possible result. The little prince of water is dead! And the body is on the warring battlefield. General Kate must now do everything possible to find the body of the little Duke of Water Spirit, because I'm afraid that only in this way can the anger of the Duke of Water Overlord, who knows the beginning and end of the matter, will not spread to his other family of General Kate. Duke Kate no longer has any hope for his life. Or would it be better to die on the battlefield tomorrow?

"But the general, now there are no more than 100,000 corpse-eating vultures outside 'cleaning the battlefield'." The other guards who had been kneeling beside General Kate saw that General Kate drew his sword and wanted to find the little duke in person, and stood up to stop him.

"Fate! Body-eating vulture?! What is a corpse-eating vulture? You bastards, remember that if you can't find the body of this damn little prince! You! You! You! And you! It also includes me and all our family! They will be implicated by the anger of the Duke of Water Overlord! Right now! Go out with me! Go find the body of the damn fool and bring him back to me!" General Kate angrily pushed away the guards who were blocking him while roared hysterically.

silence...

A few seconds after General Kate finished speaking, the whole tent was silent, and there was only General Kate's angry gasp.

Without further talking, everyone made way to block General Kate and picked up the weapons placed next to the tent, including the deputy general who had just used spiritual skills. Yeah, what are the eaters afraid of? If the body of this damn little watery duke can't be found, I'm afraid that they and their families will be taken to feed these disgusting creatures after being devastated.

General Kate looked at everyone who had finished dressing up, raised the sharp sword in his right hand, pointed to the sky, and roared loudly: "Go with me!"

At this moment, a messenger stumbled into the main tent of General Kate's barracks, looking embarrassed. As soon as he ran in, he hit General Kate, who was rushing out. With a bang, the weak soldier was hit by General Kate and flew out and hit the curtain of the big tent.

"Stupid! What's the hurry! Did the sky fall?!" General Kate roared at the poor weak messenger.

"No...no...general...general...outside" The messenger answered tremblingly while gasping.

"Fate!

Talk to me! What the hell is going on? General Kate continued to roar at the messenger, and at the same time, he was angry with an inexplicable expectation. Is that hateful stupid little duke back? Because General Kate has indeed given orders before, no one is allowed to enter the barracks unless the little Duke of Kate comes back!

"General... outside... outside... saint... holy level..." The poor little messenger was buzzing his head by General Kate's thick voice and answered incoherently.