hero destiny

Shuangyue hides behind the dark clouds. In the dark night, an army of thousands of people is slowly walking across the snow field. A small number of cavalry troops are slowly driving the huge Kodo beast forward. Amidst the dull footsteps, there was a tremor similar to an earthquake, oscillating back and forth within tens of meters around the rider's body.

"My lord, South Lake Town is coming soon." Kaboka is tall and strong, and even the Kodo he is riding is a circle bigger than that of Redding and Lunos - for the sake of uniform dress , Several human beings all chose small underage Kodo beasts, but even so, when the mounts ran wildly, the oversized saddle chair still made them feel like they were about to be thrown away.

Although the night sky was extremely dark, the dots of fire ahead separated the lonely night and showed the way.

"Kaboka, from now on, the command of the entire army will be handed over to you! Whether you can successfully sneak into the hinterland of Nanhu Town this time depends on your next performance ~ Your Excellency Baron Blackhorn!" said Finally, Redding smiled at Kaboca.

Redding's goal is the central army tent of the dark elves. As long as he can get the enslavement magic device in the hands of the dungeon general, he will be able to add a large group of white troops to the Thunder Port's sequence without even a single soldier. Sent cannon fodder.

Just as Kaboka accepted the mission, a Harpy scout team responsible for patrolling blocked the way of the Thunder Port army.

"Stop whoever comes!" The leader of the scouts was a harpy with a scorched complexion, and her hoarse voice was full of exhaustion.

"Who are you?" Seeing the troops behind Kaboka stop.The Harpy asked in a circle.

"I am Kapoka, the Baron of Blackhorn. Under the orders of Lord Illis, the Marquess of Blackthorn, I will lead the tauren warriors of the Blackhorn Infantry Battalion to support the battle in South Lake Town!" Kaboka pulled the reins and let the huge armored kodo The beast stepped out of the crowd.

The sturdy knight and the mount under him are covered with metal full-body armor, and the exquisite shell is engraved with the inscriptions of the magic circle. The glimmer of energy that emerges is slowly flowing, even the little eagle Even the banshee scout could understand that this was an authentic set of magic armor, so the scout immediately lowered his posture and bowed to the baron on the ground.

"Lord Baron. We haven't received any news about reinforcements. Please show the warrant of Lord Marquis!"

"Warrant? Huh, your identity is not enough to check the warrant, let your slave master come here in person!" Kaboka stared at the bull.But his frightening posture was completely in vain. In the dark night, even the underground race with night vision ability could not see the specific facial expression clearly after a distance of tens of meters.

"Lord Baron Blackhorn, Lord Klanders is resting..."

"Has Cousin Klanders rested yet? Then you go and wake him up and say that Cousin Kaboka is here." The Broken Horn Bull interrupted Harpy's words directly, and turned towards the troops behind him. Signed to move on.

The leader of the harpies wanted to stop the progress of the Tauren troops, but Kaboka threw out a throwing ax with golden brilliance, and after bringing up a handful of harpies' feathers.And pierced straight into the endless night sky.

It is very common for noble lords in dungeons to kill slave soldiers for fun, so the harpy scouts saw that the bull-headed lord was angry, so they had no choice but to disperse. communicated to their masters.

Today, those staying near Nanhu Town are basically slave soldiers under Klanders' command. If there are dark elves in this place, Kaboka may be exposed, but facing the inferior slave soldiers.The Broken Horn Bull, who is well aware of the underground racial order, can force his way through with just a tough stance.

In the previous investigation, Ledding had confirmed that the main force of the dark elves had left Nanhu Town, and now the only ones left in Nanhu Town were the wounded soldiers of the dark elves.There are only a large group of slave cannon fodder-although these soldiers have good combat power, they are under the battlefield.They have no status, so it's easy for Kaboka to break into the enemy's camp.

The Thunder Heavy Infantry Battalion is composed of two battalions, plus the bullhead fighters of the Black Horn Infantry Battalion, there are a total of more than 3000 troops. If they encounter the main force of the dark elves who attacked Nanhu Town before, they will naturally be unable to compete with them. However, in the face of the slave camp army with poor command, heavy damage and exhaustion, whether it is Redding or Kaboka, they are fully sure to kill him three times in this messy camp.

The soldiers led by Kaboka were all serious underground races, so although the slave guards in South Lake Town felt that something was wrong, they didn't think too much about it, and only regarded Kaboka and his party as a group they wanted to pick up. The noble lord of the cheap dungeon, as a result, Leiding and his gang slipped into the vicinity of the Chinese army tent.

In the Nanhu Town barracks, on the largest tent, a flag embroidered with black paw prints was flying high. It represented the supreme authority of the slave owner. Seeing such a conspicuous logo, Kaboka, who was at the forefront, He nodded at Leding who was mixed in the crowd, and confirmed that this was the core hinterland of the slave camp——the pre-order battle plan was completed so far.

Redding gestured to Kaboka to move on. At this moment, there was nothing to hide. Even if someone could see through Kaboka's identity, it would not be able to recover the helpless fact that the soldiers in the slave camp were attacked by surprise.

As danger looms, Klanders, who knows nothing, enjoys the fruits of his victory.

The black-handed baron Cranders sat comfortably in his beloved fur soft chair. The white fur of the polar snow leopard was very distinct from the black ox hair all over his body. A pair of soft white hands were kissing Cranders. He kept kneading on his shoulders.

There are two long rabbit ears growing on the head of the maid standing behind him. This is actually a rabbit orc!But if you look closely, you can find that the 'maid' with a delicate body has a slight bulge on her Adam's apple.

The pseudo-mother slaves of the rabbit tribe orcs are no less popular on the black market than the beauties of the elves. Even in some noble cultural circles, some guys with weird personalities are extremely obsessed with this abnormal tune.

Cranders, who is different from a cow, has also become obsessed with that perverted eccentricity after trying the chrysanthemum taste of a rabbit puppet, so this rabbit pet, which he bought at a high price, became his way of adjusting his life. Important decorations are also important props for the bull-headed general to entertain between the beds, and they often appear on occasions when he trains new slaves.

At this moment, more than a dozen stripped naked forest elf wounded soldiers were being hung in front of Klanders' eyes. Those leather ropes soaked in salt water, while restraining the wounded soldiers' bodies, left the salt in them. Among their skins and wounds, before the execution began, there was a shrill chorus in the large tent of the Chinese army in the slave camp.

"Clanders? Blackhand is a benevolent slave owner! Miss Blackgrass, as long as you obey me obediently, I will guarantee your safety. Of course, in order for you to remember my words, it is necessary to perform it for you now." Tell me, how do the slave owners in the dungeon deal with those disobedient pets!" Klanders said slowly to Miss Black Grass lying at his feet - this beautiful new slave has been taken by Medu Shanvnu's hands and feet were petrified, and the only thing she could move at this moment was her head.

After the bull-headed Baron's voice fell, Tracy, who had already removed the bull's nose ring, walked up to the wounded soldier of the flower elf, holding a large pile of potion bottles and dozens of sharp metal tools similar to surgical instruments. The dark elf slave was only wearing close-fitting underwear, and the uneven figure was well presented.

"You~ what are you going to do?" Seeing the gleaming silver knife and scissors, Heicao felt the chill penetrate into her bone marrow, and she asked the slave owner in a timid tone.

"You'll know after a while, what happens to slaves who dare to challenge their master's authority!" Cranders's voice was very soft, but there was a venomous look in his eyes.

During the siege this afternoon, it was these flower language elves who destroyed nearly half of the wealth of slaves in Klanders, and also injured his body. Now he will use the rules of the dungeon to punish these slaves Wounded soldiers.

Seeing the gesture made by the slave owner, Tracy picked up the sharp knife and dipped it into the largest potion bottle, and then she used the fastest movement to cut the limbs and skin of the wounded soldier in front of her, which was weird. What's more, the wounded soldier of the flower language elf didn't feel any pain, and looked at the dark elf slave girl who was cutting flesh with a slightly puzzled look.

The cutting work only took less than 3 minutes, and the body of the wounded soldier and slave was completely in a state of blood and flesh. Except for the delicate face, there was no other damage except for the lack of blood.

"He~ doesn't he hurt?" Heicao saw the gleaming knife across the bloody elf's body, and felt the cold texture of the metal melt into her body. She didn't know how the victim felt, anyway, her petrified body Limbs are a little painful.

"Pain? Hehe, his feeling will come back soon, and you will be able to see the most beautiful expression in the world immediately!" Klanders' favorite appetizer is to appreciate the ferocious and painful faces of slaves, and today he naturally No exception.

While speaking, the bull-headed baron grinned and nodded at his female slave.

Tracy, who was instructed, immediately uncorked a potion bottle, and a faint mist of yellow-green color came out. They quickly lingered on the flesh and blood wounds of wounded soldiers and slaves, and some quickly penetrated into them. into his nostrils.

**The sizzling sound of being corroded followed...