Ride and Cut

A dark night of stars and moons, such a night is very suitable for breeding conspiracy.

No one in Pompeii's army would have thought that at this moment an unremarkable side door of Winter City was quietly opened. In the darkness of invisible fingers, only a few guards raised the pine oil torch to "beep" to burn, and the brightness was limited to illuminating the area behind the city gate.

"My lord, they are here." Bernard bent down slightly and motioned to the old man beside him.

Needless to say, Seedorf had already noticed that a team was gradually walking out of the darkness shrouded in the unknown, appearing in the flames.

They stopped at the dividing line of light and darkness, and only the leader continued to move forward.

This is an officer wearing a full knight's plate armor with a black feather on the top of the helmet. This must be a powerful warrior. He once drew his sword at a rare beast, colored the feathers with black blood after victory, and inserted it on the top of his helmet as a symbol of glory and bravery.

He raised an arm to block it in front of him, avoiding the firelight in his eyes that had adapted to the darkness.

"We are the wrath of thunder, come from the capital, please let us into the city." Very hoarse voice, like a lot of sand in the vocal cords rubbing against each other.

"But I heard that there will be three legions of reinforcements." Seedorf did not rush to let him go.

A full set of verification has been carried out before opening the city gate, and there is no doubt about the identity of the other party. This is just out of a habit, a habit cultivated for many years in the military.

"They have encountered some trouble. I'm afraid only we can make it tonight."

"Pompeii?"

"Yes."

Seedorf noticed the blood on the officer's armor, which was still fresh, and it was shining with a liquid sheen under the light of the torch, apparently having just experienced battle not long ago. Of course he knew that crossing the army blockade was extremely dangerous, and it was only a naive conjecture to hope that it would go smoothly.

In the event of an accident during the entire process, it is normal that all reinforcements cannot be in place.

Everything is normal, Bernard has a welcome smile on his face, but...

Seedorf was already an old man, and it was inevitable that he would be mentally down on such a cold and gloomy night, and he couldn't stay focused at all times like he did when he was young. But even so, he still vaguely feels something is wrong, and his decades of experience in the military are warning wildly.

He closed his eyes and carefully filtered all the information captured by the senses in his mind. What's wrong-Thunder Fury is too quiet, and when he closes his eyes, he almost thinks that there is just a bunch of dead wooden stakes ahead.

They remained almost completely still, without making any sound.

Abnormal-a sufficiently disciplined team may be prohibited from whispering. Soldiers must pant after a viable army. This is an unavoidable physiological reaction. But not at the moment, nothing at all.

Seedorf's ears were pretty good. With a high concentration of attention, he could hear the slight breathing of the guards of Winter City ten steps away, and soldiers patrolling further away stomping to keep warm. But he couldn't hear the Thunder Fury soldiers breathing.

Moreover, in such a gloomy night. The opponent has neither any lighting nor any measures to prevent soldiers from falling behind!

"I take the liberty to ask, are there any personnel left behind in your army?" Although there was already a storm in his heart, Seedorf's voice could not hear any mood swings, like a normal routine questioning.

"There are some, which should have reached 4,215 people. About two hundred people are left behind, but there is no other way."

"There is indeed no way." Seedorf sighed softly, condensed into a white mist and slowly dispersed in the night sky.

Considering the difficulty of marching at night, the lagging rate of less than one-twentieth is no longer just "excellent" to describe.

A team that is so quiet and can march smoothly without lighting, of course, can easily pass through the blockade in the dark, and it is difficult for the enemy to find them twenty steps away. But the question is-how could there be such a team in the world?

Seedorf suddenly realized that under the seemingly calm night, there seemed to be a deep murderous intent that he couldn't see through.

"My lord, can we enter the city?"

"Even an elite army like Thunder Fury, I am afraid it will be difficult to save the current predicament." Seedorf made a gesture behind his back, and a guard left immediately, "The fall of Winter City is just a matter of time, no need The unnecessary casualties continue to increase, please lead the team back."

"There will be dragon knights coming to help soon, adults don't have to be so pessimistic."

"Oh? Who is the Dragon Knight General?" There were originally three dragon knights in the empire. One of them led a team to encircle and suppress the dragon and died unexpectedly, now only two remain.

These two dragoons are old friends of Seedorf, no matter who comes, it is good news.

"Corleone, Earl Corleone, Golden Dragon Knight."

"But... as far as I know, Lord Corleone is dead!" Seedorf opened his eyes abruptly, and his sword-like cold eyes burst out in the dark. "A dead man can also rush to Winter City. ?"

"Why... not for dead people?" Deep doubts were mixed in the hoarse voice.

"Even if the light of the torch is a bit dazzling, it should have been used for so long, you might as well put your hand down." Seedorf said coldly.

"Oh... you deserve to be Rock Seedorf, so prudent."

The arm dropped inch by inch, revealing the face under the helmet.

The sound of knives and guns unsheathed instantly, and the sharp brass whistle sounded immediately.

The blackened and decaying skin, the shriveled eyeballs, only a few teeth left in the gums, and the dry flesh clinging to the skeleton. Even if judged by the most tolerant standard, this will never be included in the category of human beings~www.readwn.com~ It is not difficult for someone with a little bit of knowledge to see that this look is very similar to the legendary undead. It's just not clear whether the undead pretended to be Thunderfury, or the Thunderfury Legion became the undead.

"It seems that the other two legions were planted into your hands?" Seedorf slowly drew the family heirloom sword from the scabbard.

"Yes, we launched a sneak attack while they were not prepared, and then ate their meat and drank their blood-it's really delicious on earth!" This monster grinned with a terrifying smile, enough to give the most daring child Leave a lifelong shadow.

"Despicable!" Bernard spit on the ground, the sword in his hand has begun to glow with vindictive light, and he guards him firmly in front of the commander.

"It seems that something unknown must have happened in the capital, can you tell me?" Seedorf asked calmly.

"You don't need to know, because you are going to die soon."

Behind the monster, the strangely quiet Thunder Fury soldiers began to rush towards the city.