Northern continent, the border of the Angles region.

In the gloomy sky, clouds are gathering rapidly, and even the most flying goshawks are gone. The wind is very strong, rolling over the rolling mountains, shaking layer by layer, lush forests. The rustling sounds throughout the mountains are getting louder and louder, gradually converging into a tsunami-like loud noise.

The ears were filled with the wind's roar, snoring, and the sound of footsteps gradually became dense, and they were shuttled through the forest and grass.

Walking further forward, the smell of sweat and blood gradually became denser. In the grass by the forest, a bunch of people gathered together appeared. Several flags were inserted crookedly, turning around the flagpole in the wind. They sometimes curled up in a roll, sometimes pulled into a dirty and wrinkled side, covered with holes left by arrows and swords.

The ragged military uniforms, ragged armor, and dirty hair and beards. They all looked dull and sat or lie numbly, some were grabbing lice on their bodies, some were picking up blood bubbles and mud on their feet, and some were simply lying motionless, like stinking dead bodies.

There is such a dense crowd, but no one speaks.

Thinking of retreating from Turtle City and the bloody battle last night, these people were still at a loss.

People keep coming from all sides.

A war horse ran from a distance and kept jumping past the crowd and running forward.

Baski's hair was still stuck to his forehead, the blood was dry, and half of his ears were gone. He grinned and pulled the reins and separated the dense grass. The voices gradually became noisy. He looked up and saw that the clouds were low, as if they were about to fall down and press onto his scalp.

A roar was coming from a piece of grass in front of the forest.

"Don't you, if you dare to steal food from me, I'll let you steal it. I'll let you steal it!"

When Basqi heard this, he knew that it was the three leaders, and that guy was so cruel. He looked for trouble every day and beat the soldiers. This defeated soldier only gave a little black bread and half a bowl of soup without oil stars a day.

I ran all the way and ran for hundreds of miles in a few days. I could not hold on to this little food alone.

He gritted his teeth and slowly leaned over. As expected, he saw the tall and powerful three leaders from afar, and were covered in flesh and blood. He was trampled on a soldier with a yellow face. He was strong and weighed 200 kilograms, and the sound of bones could be heard at every step. The trampled soldier was no longer human. His tongue squeezed out his mouth, and blood foam and food residues were piled up on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were wide open. He died so much that he could not die anymore, and the wild beast was still unhappy until he stepped on the soldier's intestines before he stopped.

There was no one around him, and no one dared to get close to this place.

Since the Great Leader and the Second Leader died in battle, the Third Leader has become the supreme ruler of this exile army, and his tyranny has become increasingly unsuppressed.

The person came, drag the dead dog out! The three leaders had a sense of anger in their muffled voice, obviously not satisfied. He picked up his battle robe, wiped his sweat casually on his body, and turned his head and looked at the Baski who was riding the horse. Then he stepped over.

Baschi rolled off his horse, lowered his head and stood with his hands down: Baschi had met three leaders.

The third leader turned his face with a fierce and cruel look with malicious intentions and hummed heavily: "What's the matter?"

Baschi felt like a lamb stared at by a ferocious beast. Mark 1 he said dryly: The Tiger Legion seems to be chasing him... He knew that as soon as he said this, he would definitely be inevitable, so he shrugged his shoulders slightly and prepared to be beaten:... Before he finished speaking, he could only hear a crackling sound. Then he felt a torn pain coming from his cheek, and then his ears were thrusting.

Baski's head was dizzy, he couldn't stand steadily, and he fell heavily involuntarily.

**Your mother Tiger Legion, come here. Come! The three leaders were furious and stepped on Baski's back, and they were still fucking. Hurry up, just like reporting the death, report, report every day, report, report, report, report, hurry up! Little bastard, are you fucking cursing me to die?

Baschi was beaten without saying a word, and he experienced himself in a ball to protect his face and vitals.

Since being driven out of Turtle City by the Tiger Army, I have escaped, intercepted, fled, intercepted...

This refugee army, which was originally claimed to have an army of 100,000, now has only a few thousand people left.

The brutal three leaders were killed like sheep for several days and nights, and were already in a state of madness. When they heard the four words "Tiger Legion" they immediately went crazy...

The three leaders stepped down on their heads and faced them. Every time they stepped on them, the severe pain would pass through Baschi's body like electricity until it gradually became numb...

Is this time really going to die?

He gritted his teeth tightly, and the news that he was about to come out was swallowed back into his stomach...

Death, die...

Let's die together...

The clouds suddenly shook, and a ray of sunlight fell through the clouds, landing on the gradually spreading brown pupils of Busky.

The wind roared even harder, just as beasts would still be thrilled by the heavy groin of the desire for flesh and blood even though they approached their prey quietly. The weeds in the half-man highland trembled as they heard it, and they couldn't help but sway their thin and helpless bodies, and fell to the ground in fear, and sometimes they hunched their backs and nodded and bowed.

With a brush, a flag pole popped out of the gray grass and danced wildly in the wind. On the flag, a tiger simply outlined with silver thread stared deep into the distance, with its fangs, as if it was about to fly down from the flag at any time...

Shuluo hung his helmet on the saddle, and the long silver sword given by His Majesty the King was across the saddle, allowing his brown curled hair to be scattered on his shoulders, patrolling the battlefield that had just been massacred.

The four big hooves of the wind under the crotch were walking on the uneven ground, with broken bodies, broken armor, sunken shields, broken bows and arrows, blood-stained iron arrows, spears, scattered on the ground.

Blood flowed at the tip of the corpse and gradually condensed into a small pool. The horse's hooves fell on it, making a slight sound.

"Captain, this time we have wiped out this largest bandit group. Our Yelang Kingdom has been resting on this Western border since then. Hehe, I don't know what reward Your Majesty will give you this time." Xiuluo's personal soldiers came up and roared happily.

All the soldiers of the Tiger Legion shouted when they heard this.

Since Xueluo entered the Tiger Legion, he has been awe-in-the-border leader in the name of "beheader".

He quickly quelled the refugee rebellion and gradually cut off the major forces near Yelang Kingdom one by one. He was still a minor boy, and he had become the highest commander of this Yelang ace army.

He proved his ability with his bravery and intelligence, and gained the respect of these most rebellious soldiers.

Xiuluo smiled faintly and looked at the dark forest in the distance.

His heart was filled with passion. He still remembered what Yang Zheng told him before leaving. Xiuluo, the northwest border was fierce. This is the most dangerous place in the northern continent. Don’t let me down.

Now that the war has been pacified, the northwest unified under the Yelang Kingdom. Most of the tasks assigned by the general have been completed, and the Taoyuan forces have also penetrated smoothly. Next, they are to form a final encirclement of the Holy Fire Sect with the three major priests on the south bank of the Niam River, and the unification of the northern continent is just around the corner.

General, I will not let it down!

This Angles Western Region city is full of exotic style. Compared with the big cities in the central Angles, Sensio seems very mini and has very different architectural styles. Those big cities located in the center of mainland power are generally huge stone buildings. Magnificent and elegant, while Sensio is truly full of small and exquisite, passionate and pure, and the style of the border area is fully reflected.

On both sides of the street, many stalls sell fur, weapons, and various daily necessities.

The enthusiastic residents of Senxuecheng sing and dance on the streets, as if no one was around.

Compared with the Black Death that has been raging for more than a year, the people of Yelang Kingdom now feel like hell has entered heaven.

Since the Tiger Legion swept across the border and unified the Western Regions with powerful force, the Taoyuan Chamber of Commerce has since brought many job opportunities to resettle refugees. And from the Jinpalan Shelter, another branch of Taoyuan, it has brought advanced medical technology, and has given people infected with the virus a place to go.

Although there is no way to completely cure patients with the Black Death, the results of the Kimparan Shelter are also significant. They use various measures to prevent the spread of the virus, gradually stabilize the people's panic, and eliminate many hidden dangers.

The people of the Western Regions still had a simple food and clothing, but those who had passed the terrible disaster only needed to have food, clothes and live a happy life. For them, their lives are already too happy.

Give sweetness first so that the people can see benefits, and the subsequent publicity of Jinpalan's teachings can be smoothly promoted.

The border area is a relatively weak area in which the Holy Fire Cult controls are under control, and it has experienced another Black Death disaster. The influence of the Holy Fire Cult here is no longer as good as before.

Kimparan's faith must also be successfully taken root here.

Once you regain your faith, the civilization that is destroyed by the virus can gradually recover.

Xiuluo dressed up and turned into an ordinary boy walking on the road.

After crossing the Central Street, turning a corner, and entering the outer city.

This is a place where civilians live. Compared with the rigorous and elegant atmosphere of the inner city, Xiuluo, who was born at the bottom, prefers the lively urban atmosphere on the outer layer.

The people have long-lost simple smiles on their faces, and are busy with their lives. They are simple and fulfilling, but they are not easy to get.

The tributaries of the Ksul River are divided into two parts on the east side of the city. One is around the south side of the city, and the other runs across the city. At this time, the docks are adjacent to each other. Except for the patrolling military boats and a small number of fishing boats, most of the cargo ships are marked with the "Taoyuan" Chamber of Commerce. There is a large flat ring with a circular arch in the middle, which is like an isolated island on the sea.

With Taoyuan's financial resources, it is not useless to resettle refugees. Moreover, the labor force in the Western Regions is cheap and rich in resources. It took only half a year for Taoyuan to monopolize most of the commercial transactions in the small country Yelang.

Even the ordnance of the royal family was provided by Taoyuan.

In fact, with the combat power of Taoyuan, it is not difficult to conquer Yelang, but Yang Zheng did not want to commit more murder. He came to the Northern Mainland to save the people, so he would rather use a gentle method to continuously infiltrate and educate.

I believe that with Xiuluo's ability and the financial resources of Taoyuan to assist Jinpalan's teachings, sooner or later, I will firmly control the border in my hands.

Xiuluo stood by the river, staring for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the warm sunlight pouring on his body. Even though he was decisive and gloomy in his personality, he liked the sun. Perhaps this was what he finally longed for, the thorn birds flying through the sky, and the lively and distant singing sounds came from the distance. This is a city suitable for life, full of long-lost warmth.

After enjoying quietly for a moment, he walked towards a cargo ship moored on the shore.

After entering the cargo ship, he turned up a small iron sign and looked at the boatman who was tired of being dozing off on the deck chair.

The man's eyes became clear, and his eyes became clear immediately. He took Xiuluo to the cabin. After a while, the boat slowly floated towards the heart of the river.

Moored by a giant ship, Shuluo walked onto the ship.

After walking down the second floor of the cabin, he pushed open the innermost small cabin. Several people wearing ordinary people in Yelang Kingdom were waiting there. However, these people were slender and sharp-eyed, but they were not something ordinary people could have. When they saw Xiu Luo coming in, they saluted in a solemn voice: "Sir."

Xiuluo replied with a greeting, walked to a chair inside and sat down, looked at them, and said in a low voice: "917,996,1174, what happened? I'm so anxious to call me."

These people are members of the Taoyuan Shadow Force. The shadow force is Yang Zheng's most direct unit. The best group of people were selected to be trained. They all had unique skills. They controlled the huge intelligence system of the North and South Continents, were proficient in assassination, collected intelligence, and were loyal to a group of terrifying figures walking in the dark.

They had no names, only code names. Like Xiuluo, they were born in the shadow army. The previous code name was 9. They were restored to their original names since they were sent to this side to perform missions, but Yang Zheng did not let him leave the shadow army.

917,996,1174 is responsible for assisting Xiuluo in establishing an intelligence network in this area, which can be said to be Xiuluo's eyes and ears.

However, unless a major situation occurs, the three of you will only contact Xiuluo through the transfer of information, and it is the first time that you will actively summon him here.

917 looked at 996 and 1174, and stepped forward and said, "Sir, we have discovered some important information, which is related to the life and death of the adults and the turmoil of the Yelang country..."
Chapter completed!