The lights were still bright near the port of Dunerq, but groups of soldiers began to appear. The militiamen carried torches and spread around, searching for any fish that might have slipped through the net. Influenced by the heroic deeds of Lin Qi and Enzo, these soldiers and militiamen were all over the place.
His blood was surging, and he wished that a few orcs and black spirit men would suddenly appear now, allowing them to have a good time.
However, the roads in the city of Dunerq are complicated, and the streets and alleys are as complex as spider webs. The soldiers dispatched cannot block every street. There will always be small alleys that people can pass through. Especially when these people have above-level strength.
, these ordinary soldiers are even more useless.
The five black men have left the city of Dunerq. They are standing on a hill outside the city, overlooking the city with swaying lights. They bare their chests and stand there quietly in the cold wind and snow, motionless, as if
Five thousand-year-old trees are firmly rooted in the earth.
After an unknown amount of time, when a group of torch-carrying dragoons galloped towards us, still several miles away from the hill where they were standing, five big black men fell to their knees on the ground at the same time. They all fell to their knees.
They stretched out their hands and pointed to the sky, and sang a song with a desolate tone, heroic tone, and full of wild atmosphere. They burst into tears, and the cold wind froze the hot tears into ice crystals on their faces, and soon their faces were covered with ice.
Thick layer of ice.
The cold wind howled, and the shrill wind sounds were like the roar of demons on the North Sea. The songs of the big men were torn into pieces by the wind before they could reach far. After the song was over, the five people stood up slowly and were stabbed in the chest with a sword.
The big man with black spirit muttered in a low voice: "Hey, there are other brothers, your spirits are following us in the sky, we will take you home!"
Another big man with a sword in his chest whispered: "Go home, go back to our home, go back to the place where our ancestors grew up. There, your spirits sleep together with the spirits of your ancestors. When we call you, we can be together again."
Fight!"
The five big men scratched the palm of their left hand at the same time. Their right hand was stained with blood and drew a strange talisman shaped like an animal head in the air in front of them. The bloody talisman gave off a faint light in the air, and a strange power faintly moved towards them.
Spread around.
Suddenly, eight extremely thin rays of blood rose into the sky near the port of Dunerq. The flickering blood light echoed the light of the sigils here. An ancient aura rippled around the five warriors at the same time, as if there was an extremely ancient aura.
The will is possessed by them.
Eight thin streaks of blood flickered for a while and then disappeared. Dots of crystal light gathered from around the five big men, hovered around them for a while, and then sank into their bodies. The five big men cried three times at the same time,
Then they looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and then they turned around and walked into the darkness.
The group of nearly a hundred dragoons who were ordered to block the main traffic route came to the foot of the hill. They found no clues, so they randomly found a sheltered place and set up a checkpoint.
The five big men had left here long ago. They strode southward as fast as they could.
Across the entire western continent, to the southernmost seaport, and taking a sea ship across the two thousand miles of ocean, this is their hometown. That magical and magnificent black land that makes everyone dream. Although there are countless evils on it, it is more
There are countless heroic, loyal, passionate, and honest Black Spirit warriors like them.
They left Dun Erqi and Arthur. They left with peace of mind, confidence and magnanimity, just like when they came.
They sang songs passed down by their ancestors all the way. Although as the years have changed, even the oldest elders in the clan cannot figure out the meaning of the ancient songs, but these songs have been sung. Just like
Their favorite musical instrument, the wooden drum made from old tree roots in the Black Spirit Continent, has a clean and honest sound that has been reverberating in their souls.
Two years ago, a group of their companions, under the call of the tribal elders, chased a group of shameful slave hunters to the Western Continent and pursued them all the way to Dunerqi. Those despicable and shameless slave hunters, they kidnapped the black slaves.
The granddaughter of the great elder of the tribal alliance composed of 73,000 indigenous tribes in the Ling Continent, the alliance saint who can speak since she was born and has supreme talent in spiritual arts.
Twenty-three ancestral warriors closest to the alliance headquarters were summoned together, and they were chased all the way under the orders of the elders.
But those slave hunters were so powerful that they could not do anything to defeat them until Dunkirk. By the time the other party loaded the people they wanted to rescue onto the big ship and prepared to transport them to the Odin Icefield, everyone was already in despair.
The honor of a warrior does not allow failure. They have made the decision that if they cannot rescue the noble saint lady, they will all die in battle.
The turning point always comes so quickly and so strangely. Arthur met this group of powerful and honest warriors, and using the connections of the Black Tiger family, Arthur easily exchanged their saints from the slave hunters.
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Some of the companions escorted the saint back to the tribe, while the rest took Arthur as their master and swore an oath to serve him in the name of their ancestors' souls.
But today, they have fulfilled their oath. Eight of their companions died in battle, and they chose to burn their souls and lives to death. They have fulfilled their oath, and they walked with a clear conscience and with openness!
They want to escort the spirits of their companions back to their hometown, and they want their companions' spirits to rest peacefully in the tombs of their ancestors.
If the companions choose to die in such a noble and glorious way, then they must escort their companions' spirits back.
With their chests exposed and their backs turned to the wind and snow, they headed south. Just like when they came, they wanted to cross the continent and cross the ocean. Thousands of miles away, they were their hometown. There was a pinch of fertile land there.
In the oil-producing black land, there are countless majestic beasts, countless towering trees, and even their beloved girls.
The people there are simple and honest, their hearts are as broad as the sky, and the people there... won't scheming like Arthur and the others!
"Brothers, we are going home! Follow us all the way home. Don't get lost on the way home!"
The big man who had been stabbed in the chest laughed loudly.
The other four big men also laughed, lost their way? How is it possible? Even if a good man from that black land dies, he will never forget the way home!
Amidst the laughter, the ruby in the big man's belt suddenly became extremely hot, and a dazzling red light burned through the big man's belt and came out.
Before the big man could recover, twelve complex runes appeared on the ruby, and then a red light shot into the sky.
In a tragic explosion, the hills and jungles within nearly two hundred meters were flattened by red light and burned to ashes.
The smiles on the faces of the five big men froze, and their bodies were completely reduced to nothing in the terrible heat.