In the early morning, Fengyun Valley, Hutou and others stood on the way of their origin with a strict face. In front of them was a wasteland, covered with small stones, and nothing was enough to make a grass. Under the wind and sun, the whole earth showed a sick red color. The dust in the sky was rising in the distance, and the earth was pounding. Harry couldn't help but yawn. He hadn't had a good sleep for two days. Now he really wanted to go back and fall asleep. But no matter what, it was also a time for Fengyun Valley to be at risk. Harry could only suppress his thoughts of going back to sleep. After all, this was not the time when Harry should sleep, but the time to fight for it.

"Why are they coming so slowly?" Harry yawned, looked at the rolling smoke and dust in the distance with disdain, looked down at the deserter kneeling on the ground, and put it on the deserter and said, "Your general is coming. What do you have to say to your general? Now you have to think about it."

The deserter was trembling all over, and now he had calmed down. He knew what his fear meant at that time, which meant that not only he was going to die, but his tribe members were also implicated by him. Thinking of this, the deserter's face became paler, his whole body was trembling, his teeth were trembling, and tears flowed. Looking at the direction of Han Hu, his heart was in a mess. He didn't know what to do, or it would be better if he died here, so his family wouldn't have to die because of himself.

Thinking of the deserter's eyes, a sickly cold light flashed, he looked up at Harry and said, "Will you kill General Hanhu?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, looking at the deserter's somewhat anticipated look, not knowing what to say, "You, do you want us to kill your general?"

Hutou said with a grim smile: "Otherwise, we hand over you and kill Hanhu. What do you think of this method?"

The deserter looked at the tiger-headed grim smile and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His eyes were so wide that he opened his eyes wide. A smile rose on the corner of his mouth and said, "I need a sharp dagger. Even if I can't kill the general, I can seriously injure the general. At that time, you can kill them all."

Harry was even more shocked. He didn't know what happened to this deserter. He actually had such an idea. You know, Hanhu and other soldiers lived and died with this deserter for so many years and had comrades in their comrades. Unexpectedly, the deserter wanted to let his previous comrades be killed by others now?

"Damn, do you still have humanity? Cao actually wants to let your general and your comrades die in the hands of others, Damn." Harry shouted angrily and kicked the deserter's chest. The killing spurted a mouthful of blood, but what made Harry even more angry was that the deserter's face had no expression of fear on his face, and he was actually laughing.

"Crazy, damn it, it's just a madman." Harry spat, and did not repair the deserter anymore, but turned his head and didn't even look at the deserter.

"I am a deserter. If you don't kill them all, I will die. If I die, it's fine. My tribe members will die for my reasons, implicating the nine tribes. Don't you know?" The deserter laughed wildly, and pointed at Harry with tears in his eyes and said, "Do you know? Kill them and kill them. My son just turned old. I don't want him to die because of me, don't want him."

Harry was silent and said nothing else. Hutou and others no longer laughed at the deserter. Death is not scary, but if his family and parents die because of himself, he would be too unwilling to die like this, and he would be unwilling to die.

Ziyun sighed silently, "A man is like a deserted dog, and a humble person is as low as grass." All the laws of this world are designated by the nobles and those in power, and the common people are just the playthings of the nobles and those in power."

"Hanhu, it's best not to kill it." Archbishop Chrys has also come to the Storm Valley now. It's time to express his attitude, so Chrys will not miss such an opportunity. Since the Shaman sent this message, Chrys knew how he should do it.

"Yeah, I understand." Ziyun said with a wry smile.

Although I have now received the valuation of the temple, I have not yet reached the point where the temple will go to war with one force because of myself. I smiled bitterly, Ziyun didn't say anything, and quietly waited for the arrival of Hanhu's army.

"Rumbling..."

"Kill, sprint..."

A huge roar came from afar and entered everyone's ears along the sound of the wind.

Harry couldn't help scratching his head. The sprint of more than 500 heavy cavalrymen is not a joke. Even the strong men in the Eight Destroyed Emperor realm would avoid it. This was a torrent, trampling on all obstacles blocking them. This was the most real strength of the heavy cavalry.

They are the troops who charge and conquer cities and land. If they let them fight in close combat, they will be useless. Only by charging can they exert the power of the cavalry.

Obviously, after Han Hu had experienced so many things, he no longer thought about eliminating Ziyun and others on the wasteland, rushing directly to Fengyun Valley, and leveling Ziyun's territory. This is what he should do the most.

Hanhu's eyes became crescent-like traits, and his pupils also turned gray and white. Through dozens of kilometers, he could see Ziyun and others. They were standing at the entrance of Fengyun Valley, quietly waiting for their cavalry to attack.

"Damn it, I'm not taking my heavy cavalry seriously." Han Hu shouted angrily, urging the war horse under him faster and rushing towards Fengyun Valley.

As long as his cavalry attacked, he would not think that Ziyun could stop his cavalry from advancing just like that. Those who dared to stop the heavy cavalry charge were all seeking death.

However, only Ziyun himself knows whether Ziyun is seeking death.

Harry, Hutou and others' breathing gradually became thicker. They held their weapons tightly with their hands. Sweat had already emerged from the palm of their hands. From time to time, they looked at Ziyun and waited for Ziyun's orders. Whether to attack or dodge, it was just one order. The wolf clan could no longer appear now. It was really a bit difficult and too hard to rely on these people in Fengyun Valley.

The more than 500 heavy cavalrymen are not just a joke, let alone the heavy cavalrymen that have already sprinted.

"One thousand meters..." Harry muttered.

"Five hundred meters..." Hutou couldn't help swallowing.

"One hundred meters..." The deserter couldn't help but his head was covered with sweat. He was now tied up and could not move at all. It felt bad to be trampled to death by a war horse.

"Chi Yan..." Ziyun's eyes moved, and he stood in front of everyone, pushing his hands flat, his hands instantly became hot, and finally all the flames were covered with raging flames.

"boom······."

Just when Han Hu felt that his spear was about to pierce Ziyun's chest and then lifted Ziyun up, the land under the war horse actually burst out in an instant and burst out towards the top.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"ah········."

The screams of people and the neighing of war horses sounded at the same time.

More than 500 heavy cavalry lost more than half of them at this moment, and the cavalry that did not lose was also because they were in the rear and did not receive the impact of flames.

Hanhu felt his heart suddenly hit hard, and his breathing became difficult, and sweat dripped down his cheeks.

A cavalry took the lead, Hanhu roared, the war horse soared and rushed towards Ziyun. Since he died, let's die together.

With the determination to die, Han Hu's strength was instantly exerted to the extreme, like a flash of lightning, his feet were suddenly on a horse's back, his body was like flowing light, and the cold light flashed at the tip of the spear, stabbing towards Ziyun's head.

"Looking for death." Hutou roared angrily, reached out to capture the deserter on the ground, and headed towards Han Hu's spear in front of Zheng. The spear penetrated the deserter's abdomen, and the speed slowed down at this time, and finally stopped in front of Ziyun.

"Wow." The deserter spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Han Hu, his eyes filled with sharp eyes.

"Don't hurt my family, otherwise I won't let you go even if I become a ghost." The deserter shouted, regardless of the pain in his body, and drew his mouth toward Han Hu's neck. Halfway through the pain, the deserter lost his strength and died.

Han Hu's whole body was as if it was raining, and his sweat was deep, his mouth was twitching constantly, and his eyes were staring at the dead deserter in a daze.

Looking back at the heavy cavalry who had been killed and injured, his heart was ashamed. He had failed. He had completely failed and had no chance of victory.

I didn't expect that my failure was so thorough, and I didn't expect that I would be so defeated.

"What kind of combat skill is that? Did you send it?" Han Hu smiled bitterly and asked Ziyun.

"Aren't you a warrior? Why do you have the skills of a warlock?" Han Hu asked out the doubts in his heart.

"Chimian combat skills, yes, warrior's combat skills, but I forgot to say that I am actually a dual-cultivator warrior." Ziyun said with a faint smile.

Archbishop Chrys looked at Ziyun helplessly. Unexpectedly, Ziyun actually hid his strength so deeply. The majestic red flame just now shocked Chrys. Just now, Chrys was thinking of taking action and blocking the cavalry, but he didn't expect that Ziyun would directly wipe out almost half of the cavalry.

"You kill me, I will die without regrets." Han Hu threw down the spear in his hand and said with his head raised.

"Why should I kill you?" Ziyun smiled and said, "You go back."
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