The scimitar was unsheathed, and He Zhao slumped on the ground without moral integrity, vividly showing a refugee who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

For the sake of rating, don’t shudder!

"Don't kill me! I have important information!!"

The sharp steel knife was raised in an instant and passed over He Zhao's scalp. As his hair fell, the cavalry team turned back and stopped in front of him.

"explain!"

"There is a monster in the village! It's dead, it's all dead. That thing is very scary, and everyone who is targeted by it is dead." He Zhao covered his face and cried, with a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

I am a man who has read the Thirty-six Stratagems well. I have done it well, and I must be stable now.

I can't defeat you, how can the elite cavalry defeat you?

Immediately afterwards, with tears streaming down his face, he detailed the precious information he had obtained after dying more than sixty times.

"No wonder a whole team of black armor elites were wiped out here. It turns out that a corpse monster appeared here." The cavalry captain looked at the ruins and sighed with some fear.

After he finished speaking, he made a gesture.

kill!
Chapter completed!