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Several servants gathered around the campfire and chatted.

"There are armors and so many horses gathered... This is not normal. There must be an evil god bewitching them!"

These barbarian slave soldiers have nothing but anger towards their kind.

Their masters were teased, which seemed like a slap in the face. Don't these barbarians know that the frost giants are the sons of gods?

In the past, they were ignorant and wasted their lives on the desolate plains. It was not until they were captured by their masters that they truly understood the truth of the world.

The real master of this world is the Frost Giant!The Son of God, who has the protection of God, is nobler than abandoned sons like them.

Those who attempt to resist their masters should be punished!

Listening to their chat, Dawei didn't make any sound. He sneaked into the camp skillfully like a ghost.

Because the residence time is relatively short.

These frost giants have not yet modified the camp, nor have they discovered its many hidden spots.

This makes Dawei's infiltration very easy.

Dawei, holding a machete in his hand, followed the slave patrol nimbly, with blood in his mouth to keep his head awake at all times.

After a group of slave soldiers left, Dawei approached the tent and listened carefully to the breathing inside.

He was snoring a lot, his heartbeat was beating four times, his breathing was steady, and he had obviously fallen asleep.

Opening the tent door, Dawei, holding a machete in his hand, looked at the messy items on the ground and walked slowly over.

The smell inside the tent was not pleasant, it smelled of wine and strong Frost Giant body odor.

It looks like these idiots did drink.

The sleeping Frost Giant did not feel any killing intent. He raised his scimitar and dropped it.

The huge head was cut off easily, blood spurted out, and the coolness made the surrounding Frost Giants sleep more joyfully.

The rain became his cover.

The sound of cutting and the smell of blood coming from the tent did not attract anyone's attention.

Dawei lurks in the shadows.

Walking from tent to tent.

The smell of blood fueled his killings, and his superb swordsmanship allowed the scimitar to cut through iron with ease every time he swung it.

Once you encounter a tent with uneven breathing or strange movements.

He would make a silent plan and head to the next tent.

He was so familiar with the terrain here that even the randomly placed straws and hiding spots in tents could be hidden.

Touch from outside to inside.

One, two, three, until it's a blur.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the killing speed is getting faster and cleaner.

No one's screams could be heard except for the white noise of raindrops falling to the ground.

Thunder and lightning pierced the sky.

The light illuminated the entire camp for a brief moment.

"what?"

Purple liquid was seeping out of the tent, and although it was quickly washed away by the rain, it was still clearly visible.

The talking slave soldiers looked on tremblingly.

The smell of blood permeating those tents made him instinctively want to scream.

He approached cautiously, but before he had taken a few steps, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and a figure appeared in front of him at an unknown moment.

With a height of two meters and three meters, he needs to look up.

The sharp scimitar took away a lot of blood under the wash of the rain. The man had a dark face and looked at him with an extremely cold gaze.

He slowly raised his fingers to his lips.

"Shh!"

The rain had turned into a downpour.

Chapter 1 There are still fanatic believers

"what!!!"

Aziz woke up from his sleep to the wails of pain.

Years of slave trading allowed him to react quickly and immediately took the elf dagger and opened the tent.

The sun is falling from the sky.

The earth that has been awakened by rain exudes the fragrance of earth.

It was daytime now, and someone was screaming all the time. He turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

The owner of the whine was a frost giant. His limbs were cleanly cut open, with blood splattering from the wounds.

The whole person was howling.

The surrounding slave soldiers knelt on the ground in fear and kept kneeling.

"what happened?"

Before he could take a few steps forward, a strong smell of blood emitted from the huge tent next to him. He trembled and lifted the tent door.

The smell of blood from the frost giant corpses scattered on the ground hit his face.

"No way!"

Aziz looked at the tents around him. These large, extremely gorgeous tents had been snatched away by the Frost Giants.

The remaining slave soldiers were placed in outer tents.

But now the tents around him were bleeding out.

Before he could continue thinking, a voice attracted everyone's attention.

The low sound of the horn passed through the forest, attracting everyone's attention.

Hundreds of cavalry slowly walked out of the woods, followed by a large number of infantrymen holding large shields.

Their weapons and equipment are no longer bones.

Instead, they were made of metal, and some of the ones at the front were wearing armor.

The red flag was strung on a five-meter-long spear and fluttered in the wind. There were less than 500 people in the team in front of them.

But their relatively neat array and the red flags waving to convey signals all demonstrate their eliteness.

The golden double-headed eagle flag appeared on the hands of the cavalry at the front, but unlike last time, there was no big man beside him.

These elites have surrounded the camp.

The slaves in the camp no longer cared about etiquette and opened their tents in horror.

But there are no living frost giants inside.

With each tent opened, their despair grew closer, and fear spread among the slave soldiers with the warm sun.

Even Aziz could clearly feel the overwhelming fear.

"what!"

The elite barbarians outside let out a war cry, and their morale was high as they already knew what Dawei had done.

Those roars were enough to plunge the barbarians in the camp into extreme despair.

"Surrender without killing!"

The neat sounds frightened the slaves in the camp to the extreme, but what they did next frightened Aziz even more.

Some slave soldiers did not fall into the same fear as other companions.

Their eyes were blood red.

Holding the bone weapon in his hand high, he rushed out of the camp and rushed towards the elite barbarians who had already set up a formation.

"For the God of Glacier!"

“For the Great Ice Age!!!”

They shouted the name of the gods and charged without fear of death.

Unfortunately, the wall of the camp blocked them, so they could only pour out from the door.

The elite barbarians blocked here directly, using shield formations and spears to massacre.

The commander here was not merciful. The terrifying spears combined with the high morale made the spear thrusts on the shield array extremely deadly.

Any crazy slave soldier who comes close will face no less than three spears.

After many days of training, these soldiers have become extremely skilled in assassination techniques, and the battle to hunt down the Frost Giants has allowed them to establish a strong psychological advantage.

Under multiple circumstances, this shield array becomes like a meat grinder, killing as many as it pours out.

Blood splattered, and the spearhead made by the dwarves was sharp and strong, and the barbarian's crazy use did not cause the part to explode.

But the scary thing is that these slaves did not surrender even after many people died. Instead, they continued to charge without fear of death, shouting the name of God.

This madness also aroused the ferocity of the soldiers. They screamed and stabbed with their spears.

"These idiots! What's the difference between doing this and sending yourself to death!"

At this time, if he killed himself, he would also take my life. Aziz turned around and started looking for a way out.

Then he saw a wall.

An ominous premonition and the strong smell of blood penetrated Aziz's nostrils.

This made him raise his head tremblingly, his thick eyebrows raised slightly, like a masculine face made of steel, and his two fierce pupils emitted angry blue light.

This is……

"Great Khan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying fist fell on his stomach. Even though he was wearing armor, he still could not stop this extremely terrifying attack.

He felt himself fly backwards and hit the ground hard, and then everything in front of him fell into darkness.

After seeing this guy unconscious.

Dawei also set his sights on those barbarian slaves.

There were more than 300 slaves who charged without fear of death. They ran and roared the name of God, which made him feel extremely disgusted and angry.

For an unknown thing, he risked his own life and fought with his compatriots.

"Surrender and avoid death! Surrender and avoid killing!"

After the cold and ruthless voice sounded, the surrounding slave soldiers also saw Dawei, a living person.

They look over.

The first thing I saw was Dawei's face.

Such a recognizable thing startled the slave soldiers who were not prepared to charge.

Immediate understanding followed.

No wonder all the masters are dead, no wonder!

It turned out that he was killed by Khan!

These slave soldiers who did not initiate the charge immediately knelt down, not daring to look at Dawei's eyes burning with blue flames.

The slave soldiers who launched the charge also found a big man coming from behind. They didn't care what Dawei was.

At this moment, they just wanted to avenge their master, and these people raised their weapons and rushed towards Dawei.

And Dawei no longer cared about their human identities. A slave soldier rushed towards him and bombed his spine and the entire back muscles with his bare hands.

Scarlet blood and blood-stained bones splashed everywhere.