The fighters of the Frostwolf clan scattered in all directions. Beta used his mental power to detect the mountain of corpses. After confirming that there were no survivors inside, he threw two scrolls of the wall of fire and burned the more than 300 corpses.
The temperature of the magic flame was very high, and the corpse was burning like firewood. Beta stood aside and watched, silent.
Not long after, Doug Sisi came in from the outside, and the snow wolf seemed a little restless because of the pungent smell of burnt meat.
She comforted her mount, jumped off, walked to Beta's side, and said: "No abnormal things or things were found. They should have gone far. I heard about it just now... Who the hell is this person with such a heart?" Vicious, more than 300 lives, even children will not be spared."
Beta sighed slightly: "Mostly it was something like a sacrifice from the evil god. Now Hollevin is at war with Sunderland, and the lords have sent troops to the front to help. Now the defenses of major cities are empty, and the surrounding cities are fine. Such a small village far away from the city has most likely become the target of the evil god believers."
Not long after, the Frost Clan warriors who were searching in the village came back one by one, looking disappointed.
But the Frostwolf warrior who came back at the end brought back something that he thought was strange.
It was the stamp of a copper coin. After playing with it for a long time, the pattern on it was quite blurry. After careful identification, it was barely recognizable. What was engraved on it was a human bone frame holding a curved sickle with a long handle.
"What does this represent?" Doug Sith felt numb all over, and this thing gave her an extremely bad feeling.
"The God of Slaughter, a typical evil god, the more people his followers kill, the stronger his divine power will be, so his followers have always liked to create slaughter everywhere." After Beta finished speaking, he asked: "Your mounts The wolf's sense of smell should be good, can you smell the smell left on it? Judging from the situation, it shouldn't be long before the followers of the evil god left here."
"Try it."
Doug Sisi put the crest in front of the wolf's nose, and after a while, the wolf reacted and started to walk out. Doug Sisi jumped up and shouted: "Lord, it seems to be possible, let's catch up ?”
"Catch up and have a look!" Beta turned over and got on the horse.
Then everyone followed Doug Sisi and rushed out of the village.
At the beginning, Doug Sisi's mount wolf would run and stop, looking for the source of the smell, but after three hours, as the distance between the two sides narrowed, the mount kept running.
It was already dark at this time... The wolf clan has night vision ability, and the Frostwolf clan has no similar ability.
A group of cavalry was running on the mountain road, and the movement was so loud that it could be heard several kilometers away.
Although the mounts have pads on their feet, they generally don't make a sound, but the warriors of the Frostwolf Di tribe, in order to protect their mounts, put wolf claws on them like horseshoes on a war horse.
In addition, snow wolves are much heavier than ordinary war horses, so when the hundred people galloped fast on snow wolves, they made great movements and a strong momentum.
Half an hour later, Beta suddenly flicked his finger, and a deep white fog instantly enveloped everyone.
The warriors of the Frostwolf Di tribe panicked for a while, and then found that they could see again immediately, so they calmed down. Then they found that the speed of the mounts not only increased, but also there was no sound when running.
Doug Sisi quickly understood the usefulness of this ability, and it would be perfect for a sneak attack on a march of thousands of miles.
She slowed down and approached Beta, and asked, "What kind of magic is this?"
"My blood magic." Beta replied.
"This mist blocks the smell. They are probably ahead. If the mist 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 vision range is extremely large. Although it will suffer certain damage at night, it is also good enough as a scout. Beta was relying on Joan of Arc to lock on these people, fearing that they would hear the movement, so she used the fog driving technique.
"The person I will attack later will be captured alive, and you can deal with the rest as you like."
Beta's voice caused all the fighters of the Frostwolf Clan to howl. The tragic scene in the village had filled them with anger.
Those locked by Joan were six gray-clothed men walking on the mountain road.
There are five warriors, each with a long-handled sickle, and the other is dressed as a middle-aged magician, holding a bone staff in his hand, with a baby's head on the top. He walked around and looked back, always feeling a little restless.
But in the dark, his sight couldn't see too far, so he didn't find anything.
One of the grey-clothed soldiers yawned. His front body was covered in black blood. After walking away for a while, he turned his head and asked, "Bishop Zagura, where are we going next?"
"Going down this road, there is a village with few people, only about a hundred people." Sagura's voice was hoarse and low: "Although there are few people, there are few people going there. We went there. Kill everyone, stay for a day or two, rest for a while, there should be no problem."
A soldier laughed a few times: "It's a pity that there were no beauties in that village just now, otherwise it would be fun."
Zagura didn't speak. At his age, he doesn't have much interest in women. Moreover, he feels that beauty is easy to make mistakes, and if it is done too much, it will be easy to be soft-handed. If you encounter enemies, you will be in trouble.
When he was thinking of admonishing his subordinates, he heard strange wind noises behind him. When he looked back, he saw a huge cloud of thick fog rushing toward his face, so fast that it was impossible to avoid it.
Zagura became alert, there was no such fast-moving fog in nature, and when he was about to make his subordinates be careful, the fog directly enveloped him.
Then there was silence as if falling into an abyss.
There was only white mist around him, without any sound, and he felt that the mist seemed to be restricting his movements, and he felt uncomfortable all over.
Things are definitely not normal... Zagura took a deep breath, and when he was about to use the disperse technique, he saw a shadow rushing towards him in front of him. Before he could see anything clearly, his nose was hit hard .
With such a merciless blow, he even felt that the bridge of his nose had been broken, and the broken bone pierced into his mouth.
Huge pain hit, Zagura was about to open his mouth when he saw a big hand protruding from the mist, holding his head tightly, and then a sharp mental force pierced his soul protective layer , In less than a second, his spirit fell into the world of consciousness.
In the gray world, you can't tell the left and right, and you can't tell the up and down... Zagura is very familiar with this place, and every time he meditates, he will come in.
But now there is another person in his conscious world, a man with a faint golden light all over his body.