苍狼之灵

Chapter one hundred and eight: One General Achieves Success

A hundred thousand soldiers, birds and beasts, roared and fought together. The mammoth, like a mountain, with four hooves the size of car covers and a rumbling sound, waded out of the sea of people on a bloody path. The griffin hovered in the sky, occasionally diving down and attacking the enemy's senior generals.

The crossbow, resembling a spear, was shot out through a chariot crossbow, piercing through the sky with a scream like the tears of a ghost, piercing countless human bodies, even the mighty horse elephant was not spared.

On the hillside, on the grassland, and in the river, blood red was everywhere. This fierce battle lasted from the early morning mist rising before the sun rose, until the sun set and the sky was filled with red clouds in the western mountains. The corpses filled the Bla River.

The Grand Duke of Brittany was determined to keep General von Hel. Despite the dissuasion of his subordinates, he personally put on his armor and went into battle, wearing a set of snow-white battle robes and killing blood profusely, like a demon god in hell.

Although the battle has not yet ended, there are less than five thousand soldiers left in von Hel's army, who are suppressed and unable to advance or retreat on the banks of the Bla River. The outcome of this battle is already predetermined.

The Bla River will be the burial ground of General von Hel, the legendary hero of the Norman Duchy

The battle may end before midnight, but there are many, many people who are sleepless because of it.

The moon was desolate, and about a hundred people crawled over from the overhanging shore in a remote canyon.

They had never participated in intense battles, but their robes were as tattered as after a hundred battles. This cliff, which no one had ever climbed in ancient times, was conquered by them, at the cost of 27 of the more than 100 skilled warriors falling to their deaths.

It's easy to go further down, hang the cable down the cliff, slide down along the cable, and after less than half an hour, they have already appeared at the bottom of the canyon. There is a silver river here, and due to the appearance of this group of people, birds, ducks, and insects fled in panic, causing a commotion.

This group of people rushed to the river and held water buffalo to drink. On the mountain, a huge stone was lifted up, and Mr. Picasso crawled out like a groundhog. He looked down with a sly grin and said, "Dear sister, I think we really did a great job this time

Isn't it because of me? If we follow your plan, we have already flown back to Baptiste and told our Jedi that General von Herl has died a glorious death! "Miss Sallyste said proudly, holding her hands to the sky.

She talked about our Jedi. Pablo had a cold war, but he was smart enough not to argue. He was already tired of the old man's movements of crawling into bed.

He actually abandoned the entire army of soldiers, abandoned the nearly 50000 soldiers who followed him all the way to war and had immense trust and admiration for him, and threw them all into the Bla River. This is unbelievable! Even a brave warrior can't solve this problem. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it

So you can't be a general. Currently, no one knows about this except us, our Jedi.

Picasso is also clever. I can't help but protest, "Sister, it seems that Mr. Jedi hasn't looked at you directly yet. I doubt that he will have the opportunity to become our Jedi one day

Opportunities are created by oneself. He doesn't look at me directly because he's not just a man who values women's beauty externally.

Pablo experienced dry nausea.