The soldiers of the Frost Wolf clan scattered around. Beta used his mental power to detect the mountain of corpses. After repeatedly confirming that there were no survivors inside, he threw out two firewall scrolls and burned more than 300 corpses.

The temperature of the magic flame was very high, and the corpse was burning like firewood. Beta stood by and watched, standing silently.

Not long after, Dougsis came in from outside, and the snow wolf seemed a little irritated because of the pungent smell of burnt meat.

She comforted her mount, jumped down, walked to Beta, and said, "Nothing unusual or something was found. They should have gone far away. I just heard about the matter... Who is the person? His heart is so cruel, he has more than 300 lives, and he doesn't even let go of a child."

Beta sighed slightly: "It's mostly sacrifices of evil gods. Now Holevin is fighting with Sendland, and the lords are drawing troops to help the front line. Now the defenses of major cities are very empty, and the surroundings are not bad. Such small villages far away from the city have become the targets for the followers of evil gods to pay attention to."

Not long after, the Frost tribe warriors searching in the village all walked back one by one, looking disappointed.

However, the Frost Wolf Warrior who came back brought something he thought was strange to him.

It was a copper coin seal. Because I had been playing with it for a long time, the pattern on it was already quite muddy. After careful identification, I could barely recognize it. It was engraved with a human bone frame holding a long-handled and curved sickle.

"What does this mean?" Dougss felt his whole body numb, and this thing gave her an extremely bad feeling.

"The God of Killing, a typical evil god, the more people his followers kill, the stronger his divine power, so his followers have always liked to create killing everywhere." After Beta finished speaking, he asked: "Your mount wolf should have a good sense of smell. Can you smell the residual smell? Judging from this situation, it shouldn't take long for the believers of evil gods to leave here."

"Try it."

Dougsis placed the emblem in front of the wolf's nose. After a while, the wolf reacted and began to walk out. Dougsis jumped up and shouted, "Lord, it seems that it can do it, let's catch up?"

"Catch up and take a look!" Beta turned over and got on the war horse.

Then everyone followed Dougss and rushed out of the village.

At the beginning, Dougsi's mount wolf would run and stop, looking for the source of the odor, but three hours later, as the distance between the two sides approached, the mount kept running.

It was already dark at this time... The wolf clan has night vision ability, and the Frost wolf clan has similar abilities.

A group of cavalry were running on the mountain road, and the movement was very loud and could be heard several kilometers away.

Although there are meat pads on the feet of the pedestal, the soldiers of the Frost Wolf Di tribe, in order to protect their pedestals, also put on wolf claw iron like they had put on horseshoes for war horses.

In addition, the body weight of the snow wolf is much heavier than that of ordinary war horses, so when these hundreds of people rode the snow wolf quickly, they were extremely moving and very powerful.

Half an hour later, Beta suddenly bounced his finger, and the deep white mist instantly enveloped everyone.

The soldiers of the Frost Wolf Di tribe were panicked for a while, and then found that they could see things again immediately, so they calmed down. Next, they found that the speed of the pedals not only increased, but also had no sound when they ran.

Dougss soon understood the use of this ability, and it would be better to use it for a thousand-mile marching attack.

She slowed down to Beta and asked, "What kind of magic is this?"

"My blood magic." Beta replied.

"This fog blocks the smell, they are probably in front of me. If the fog is not removed, my mount will soon lose its target."

Beta said calmly: "It's okay, I already know where they are."

Joan of Arc has been hovering in the air, and its field of vision is extremely large. Although it will be subject to certainty at night, it is also excellent enough for a scout. Beta relied on Joan of Arc to lock these people, afraid that they would hear the noise, so he used the fog-driving technique.

"The person I attack will be captured alive later. You can do whatever you want to deal with the rest."

Beta's voice aroused the roars of all the Frost Wolf clan warriors, and the miserable appearance in the village had already accumulated them with anger.

Locked by Joan of Arc were six men in gray, walking on the mountain road.

Five warriors looked like, each with a long-handled sickle, and the other was dressed as a middle-aged magician. He held a bone staff in his hand and a baby's head strung at the top. He walked and looked back, and always felt a little restless.

But in the darkness, his sight could not see too far, so he found nothing.

One of the gray-clothed warriors yawned, his front body was covered with black blood. After walking for a while, he turned his head and asked, "Biss Sadhgura, where are we going next?"

"Along this road, there is a village with no people, and there are only about a hundred people." Sadhgura's voice was hoarse and low: "Although there are few people, there are few people there. We went to kill everyone, stay for another day or two, and rest for a while, and there should be no problem."

A soldier laughed dryly: "It's a pity that there were no beauties in the village just now, otherwise he would be happy."

Sadhgura didn't speak. At his age, he no longer had much interest in women. Moreover, he felt that beauty could easily mislead things, and if he did too much, he would easily be weak. If he encountered an enemy, he would be troublesome.

When he was thinking of admonishing his subordinates, he heard a strange wind sound behind him. When he looked back, he found a huge fog that was so fast that it was impossible to hide.

Sadhgura became alert. There was no fog in nature that was moving as fast as the speed. Just when his subordinates were about to be careful, the fog directly enveloped him.

Next was the silence as if it had fallen into the abyss.

There was only white mist around, without any sound. He felt that the mist seemed to be restraining his movements and was uncomfortable all over.

Things were absolutely abnormal... Sagula took a deep breath. Just when he was about to use the dispersion technique, he saw a shadow pounce on him. Before he could see anything clearly, his nose was hit hard.

With a merciless heavy blow, he even felt that the bridge of his nose had broken and the broken bones penetrated into his mouth.

A huge pain came. Sadgura was about to open her mouth when she saw a big hand stretching out from the fog, holding his head tightly. Then a sharp mental force pierced his soul protection layer. In less than a second, his spirit fell into the world of consciousness.

The gray world cannot be divided into the left and right, nor can it be distinguished from the top and bottom... Sadhgura is very familiar with this place, and every time he meditates, he will come in.

But now there is one more person in his consciousness world, a man with a faint golden light all over his body.
Chapter completed!