[BL] A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Chapter 33

The red flame reflected Galan's pale face falling in the arms of Huimus, and his lips were even a little bloody. The lines drawn on the neck with blood red paint became brighter and redder under the fire, and they formed a sharp and extreme contrast with the pale skin.

The child lay quietly in his arms, pale lips and cheeks, the breath was weak, and the drooping eyelashes were like broken butterfly wings, extremely fragile, as if he would stop breathing in the next second.

The blood on the wrists and ankles was confused with the blood red lines depicted. It was difficult to see in the dark. At first glance, only a large piece of blood red was seen, like blood must flow from this small body Exhaustive.

Heimus even saw that his arms around the child in his arms were stained with blood. That terrible blood red dyed the teenager's eyes also red. His brain was blank at this moment, and he was dull for a time. Overwhelmed in place.

With a snap, a small blue bottle was dropped on the ground and rolled to him.

Heimus subconsciously grabbed the bottle and looked up.

King Camos, who threw the bottle to him, did not look at him, but turned his head, and a pair of bright tiger eyes glanced around.

On the opposite side, the fanatics had come from all directions, their faces twisted, and they were not afraid of death, and rushed towards them like crazy.

"Give him medicine."

King Camos said in a deep voice, neatly.

Warriors who have been fighting on the battlefield for many years will have the habit of carrying medicines with them, especially medicines for trauma such as swords. Camos, who was already used to fighting on the battlefield as a king, was naturally brought with him and was certainly the best medicine.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the crowd of fanatics and snorted sarcastically. In his eyes, those guys are like native terriers and dead plants.

A group of ants gather together, still a group of inferior ants.

As soon as he pulled the reins, his legs squeezed down the horse, and he had long been fighting with the horses he had been fighting on the battlefield. When Camos moved, he immediately bowed his head, rushing towards the crowd like thunder.

On the battle horse of Mercedes-Benz, the powerful Wang Gao raised his sword in his hand.

There is a huge sword with two arms wide of Camos reflecting the thunderous cold light in the night. This big sword, which does not know how many enemies drink the blood, is like a sickle waving down in the darkness like a death hand in the dark-

Without any bells and whistles, King Camos just chopped off lightly to the hundreds of fanatics who swarmed in.

At this time, dozens of people rushing to the front were severely hacked out, and the chest was cracked with deep bone scars, and it fell on the ground and it was impossible to live.

King Camos just used his big sword to cut off the fanatics who rushed up, left and right, and he looked down at those people with contempt.

The king of beasts will not be afraid because the number of mice is ten times and hundreds of times.

For King Camos, these guys, no matter how many people rushed up, were scum and could not withstand a blow.

This is indeed the case.

King Camos stood on horseback before the campfire.

The fanatics who rushed up one by one were all chopped to death by his sword. Countless torn corpses piled up in front of him, and countless people who flew out screamed in pain on the ground.