The soil was as black as ink, the night was low, and dark clouds piled up in layers in the night sky, pressing directly over a castle. The starlight was obscured, and only the sound of the cold wind was heard. Bonfires were lit outside the castle, and sparks burst out from time to time. Piles of soldiers were sitting around the campfire, chatting and laughing, warming themselves up and drinking some wine. Under the castle, the bonfires lit by dead branches and remnants of siege equipment scattered all over the vast plain were like a long galaxy. Between the bonfires, in the huge animal pen, a huge system of giant beasts was lying on the ground. Occasionally, screams would suddenly be heard in the darkness of the night. On the wooden piles in the camp were corpses whose bodies were frozen solid with blood and mud. A group of roving cavalry who returned to the camp tied up their horses and dragged back several corpses, and threw them into the camp where slaves gathered. Within the wooden fence, thousands of slaves could be seen hanging their heads deeply. Waiting for this long cold night to pass soon. A moment more to live is a moment. No one knows how long this life can be kept, and they are even too numb to care. This dark night is too long and hard. Efforts to survive being driven. I don¡¯t know how many people were buried in this wilderness in just one or two days! It is a pleasure to drive away the slaughter, and from time to time, rude laughter can be heard, straight into the wilderness! A huge tent has a black flag flying high on top and decorated with an animal tail. Just looking at it makes people wary. Under the light of the flickering torches all around, it looks like a terrifying giant beast hiding in the darkness, ready to choose people to devour. But inside the tent, there was warmth and light. A middle-aged man wearing a silver mask was sitting on a chair covered with the black fur of a huge unknown monster. On both sides of the tent, nine knights in red armor stood in two rows. On the left side of the tent, a mysterious man covered in a black cloak sat at the table below. The magic wand placed beside him revealed the identity of the mysterious cloaked man - a magician. An invisible and strange energy position appears and disappears around the mysterious man, making this mysterious cloaked man blurry and abnormal in the eyes of everyone, and it is impossible to capture his true appearance. Although the fire in the big tent is warm, but under the black cloak His body was exuding a bone-deep chill all the time. "Contact is lost It's not death or escape. What does that mean? A pet signed with a blood oath is missing? Although it is just a low-level mine-guarding dragon? But it is also the property of my Ram family. , and now it has been lost without a trace? And a golden collar has also been lost? You know if such news reaches other people's ears, my Ramsey family will make people laugh to death!" Middle-aged man! With a gloomy face and a dull groan, he looked leisurely, holding his chin under the silver mask with one hand, and holding an almost transparent white jade cup with the other hand, gently shaking the red wine in the cup. "It seemsthe other party has completely ignored the rules." As the middle-aged man finished speaking, crackle crackle¡ª¡ª! There was a slight sound of charcoal burning and crackling from the brazier, making the atmosphere in the entire tent seem extremely peaceful and strange. This is a common method used by the kingdom's nobles? To conquer an area? Just move a mineral vein there, so that you can save money. There is the trouble of transporting supplies over long distances, and a mine is enough to attract all the surrounding small forces to join. "Sir!" All the red-armored knights knelt on the ground. This time, they swept an area on the flanks. The middle-aged man was preparing to come here. Establishing a new territory? You spent a lot of effort to mobilize a golden territory. Who knew that your hands were not warm yet? The connection was suddenly cut off. For a middle-aged family? A mere golden territory is not enough. So that made him feel angry. What he cared about was that this time the army went to war against the fallen empire? How many major families in the kingdom devoted themselves to this war? A huge long line of more than 100,000 troops spread out to sweep along the Black Sea Road? Destination It was the Calus Peninsula controlled by the Fall Empire. Battle reports came from several days in a row. The front line was overwhelming. The defense line of the unsuspecting Fall Army was torn apart in one day. The kingdom's army advanced three hundred miles in one go. At this moment, everyone The large army has gathered in front of the Kalus Peninsula, waiting for the counterattack of the Ender. The battle has been fruitful, but it is a pity that this glory has nothing to do with the Ramseya family. The Ramseya family is not an offensive lord with strong combat power, but It is an internal affairs officer family that is mainly responsible for the production of the kingdom, so this time the middle-aged man is only responsible for cleaning up the edges of the flanking battlefield, which is still a certain distance from the center of the real battlefield. However, the news of losing a mine-guarding dragon will still make La La The reputation of the Msisa family has been tarnished. This golden territory was moved from the family territory by Ramseya after losing his connections with the Alchemy Association of the Royal Capital. It was originally used for the development of new territories. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be this place now. The silver-faced middle-aged man was taken away. The silver-faced middle-aged man looked at the jade cup in his hand attentively from beginning to end, as if there was something incredible on the crystal-clear quilt that firmly stuck to his gaze. ""No. 1, you take No. 4 and No. 6 to the Golden Territory. No matter who did this, I must pay a sufficient price." The silver-faced middle-aged man said with an indifferent expression and a solemn tone. The red-armored knight kneeling on the ground raised his hand, and before he finished speaking, a biting white cold air emerged from his hand, instantly freezing the jade cup and wine into a crystal-clear ice sculpture of kindness. ¡°Yes, I understand! " Standing in the first row on the right, the red knight with the codename 1 stood up and bowed to answer. But, at this moment - " Wait! "The mysterious cloaked man who had been silent all this time unexpectedly stopped him. The magician hid his face under the deep cloak and vaguely nodded to the silver-faced middle-aged man as a salute. His voice was hoarse, like a dull knife being slowly ground on a stone, extremely sharp and unpleasant to hear, "Sir, I seemed to feel the presence of your pet again just now, but. . . . . . " "but what? "The expression of the silver-faced middle-aged man suddenly changed. The cloaked man is also a fourth-level warlock. Although not as scary as the seventh-level, he can also change the outcome of the battle in an inadvertent moment, such as poison gas. The poison of a fourth-level warlock. Witchcraft is enough to contaminate half a company of soldiers and fall into various confused states. Moreover, the other nickname of the fourth-level warlock is the alchemist. He can already use various materials to refine magic items. "I don't know. I tried to activate the blood oath again, but" The mysterious cloaked man smiled bitterly, with a chill all over his body. He stopped talking, but the outstretched hands made the silver-faced middle-aged man's expression change slightly, and his palms were filled with stars. There are half scars, and there are water droplets like silver sand flowing from the fingers. The crystal ball of the mysterious cloaked man is broken, which shows that the other party¡¯s level of breaking the blood oath exceeds that of a fourth-level warlock. ¡°You mean. . . Seventh grade. "The silver-faced middle-aged man threw aside the cup in his hand, with a funny smile on his lips. He knew what the cloaked man meant when he reminded him. Although his mine-guarding dragon was a scumbag with a low-level combat power, he was still a low-level warrior. Those who have taken a blood oath can't just lift it if they want to. Those who can lift their blood oath silently must be at least a senior warlock of level seven or above. The bloodthirsty spell of a level seven warlock can be used on the battlefield. The combat power that is enough to affect a team is already a strategic resource. Even in His Majesty the King's central army, there are definitely no more than twenty seventh-level warlocks. A family that can have a seventh-level warlock is not a small one even in the kingdom. Family This time, the kingdom used all its strength to seize the Calus Peninsula. In addition to a few powerful offensive lords as the central cluster, there were also many second-line families with weak combat capabilities like my own who joined. Along the way, the surrounding areas were swept away. They are all small forces with a small scale. For those families with strong combat power, they will naturally have a lot of food. As for myself, who is responsible for sweeping the corner, there are more monks and less meat. Anyway, they have not been under the rule of the kingdom. Who can grab them? It belongs to whoever it is, but the other party's appearance is too ugly. All the seventh-level warlocks in the kingdom have been recruited by the central cluster, and the other party actually concealed one. This is not an ordinary crime. The seventh-level warlocks have already entered high-level combat power. The nervous system that most affects living things. No one can let this kind of neural controller roam around at will. Otherwise, even the king will not sleep well. Do you really think that the central government will ignore this behavior. , if all families are like this, who will send their family's precious high-level warlocks to fight in the central cluster next time? If a few more high-level warlocks are hidden, wouldn't even the capital be overthrown? The red-armored knight bowed and accepted the order, turned around and left the tent. "No. 3, No. 5, No. 7, you three will each lead 500 soldiers to attack the city tonight. In addition to women and beasts who can be sold for money, I don't need a living mouth. "The silver-faced middle-aged man stood up and glanced at the outline of the castle outside the tent with cold eyes. "Although we are not the central battlefield here, it won't work if the time is delayed for too long. There must be a limit to cleaning the battlefield." He seemed to feel it. The subordinates were confused, and the silver-faced man, who had always been arbitrary, sneered slightly. "I wonder if that bastard thought that this place is remote enough and far from the central battlefield. The possibility of touching me is very high. The losses of the Golden Territory must be made up for." , although the castle in front of you is not high-end, it has more meat and less meat. This is not the central battlefield with a fertile town. Take a bite if you can! "In the mind of the silver-faced middle-aged man, he has already begun to investigate those families who have seventh-level warlocks and are as greedy as himself. "As you wish, sir." Several other red-armored knights stood up and bowed. After saluting, he was about to leave the tent to prepare There is a price to be paid for cheating and cheating. As long as you grab the opponent's tail this time, you must let the opponent spit out what he swallowed with profit. The corner of the silver-faced man's mouth Showing a sneer, he was mentally calculating the value of a seventh-level warlock and how much money he could make the other party pay.Fees