Monarch of Evernight: 159 Battle

bsp;All the generals were shocked. Even those generals who only knew how to fight knew that something was wrong. They quickly stopped Zhao Weihuang and tried their best to persuade him: "My lord, you must not do this!"

"Master, think twice!"

The generals were all at their wits' end, and finally managed to restrain the furious Zhao Weihuang. Zhao Weihuang did nothing important in the Western Continent, but raising troops to cross the border to Qin Continent privately was tantamount to rebellion, even if the soldiers pointed out only a few aristocratic families.

After his anger subsided, Zhao Weihuang also knew that this was unreasonable, but he couldn't swallow it. He grabbed a piece of paper, wrote down several names, threw it to the generals, and shouted: "Go and check." ! Find out all the personnel, institutions, and properties of the family listed above in Xilu, and remove them all within seven days! I want them to be removed from Xilu!"

The generals looked at each other.

Bloody battles and grievances do not escape the Iron Curtain. This is an unwritten unspoken rule among powerful families, and it is also the general rule for similar actions in the past by the empire. Even the Qingyang Zhang family, the largest family in the empire, suffered such a big loss at the hands of the Song clan, and they still had to swallow this sigh of relief. Even if Zhang Boqian was promoted to the fifth king of the empire, he did not use this as the cause of the trouble.

Now Zhao Weihuang's actions are equivalent to blatantly breaking this unspoken rule. Once this case is started, subsequent disputes will inevitably continue and the consequences will be endless. But compared with raising troops to attack Qinlu, this is nothing. So the generals received the order and went to work in a hurry.

After the generals dispersed, the anger on Zhao Weihuang's face subsided and turned gloomy. He paced around the messy study with his hands behind his hands. I believe that it won't be long before the movements of the Wolf Smoke Legion will reach the ears of those people, which will at least make them a little more cautious when they act again.

"Imperial party!" Zhao Weihuang spat out these two words through his teeth, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and he was extremely angry.

The Imperial Party is composed of many upstarts who started out of recklessness and are eager to achieve success. Their methods are often eclectic and extremely radical and ruthless. The high-ranking people at least have to pay attention to their dignity, cherish their feathers, and rarely step on the road and do things to the extreme. However, the new rich and the henchmen they recruit are different. Most people only see wealth and danger. Seek this sentence.

As the **** battle deepened, each family invested more and more children, and the Zhao clan was no exception. Among Zhao Weihuang's four sons, except for the eldest, Zhao Junsu, whose force power exceeded the limit, the other three were currently on the **** battlefield. The second son, Zhao Junhong, had only been promoted to a general in less than a month, and he also hurriedly led his team into the Iron Curtain. While Zhao Weihuang was furious, he was inevitably worried.

In the heart of the Dark Kingdom, a complex area interspersed with mountains and rivers, fierce fighting has been going on for many days. Nearly twenty teams gathered in a mere place, and the situation was extremely chaotic. The battle is not only between the dark race and the empire, but also civil wars break out within the two camps from time to time, and the cruelty is even greater than the fighting between the camps.

After several days of melee, the teams of multiple families and tribes of the dark race have begun to form an encirclement, guarding the key points in and out of the battlefield. Although the war situation was extremely unfavorable for the Dawn camp, what surprised the dark race was that the civil war between the empire's teams became more and more intense. It was obvious that real fire was being fought, and even the dark race was put aside.

In a secret cave in the middle of the mountain, more than ten Zhao clan soldiers were sitting or lying down, recuperating. Most of them were injured, and two of them were unconscious and motionless, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

The atmosphere in the cave was very depressing. Several Zhao clan soldiers were treating their wounds. Those with less serious injuries took the time to meditate and practice. Others were maintaining their firearms. It seems that this unit has just gone through a tough battle, but the soldiers in the team are elites who have fought many battles. Even if they are in a disadvantageous situation, they know how to maintain their combat effectiveness.

A well-camouflaged soldier lurked outside the cave entrance, pointing his sniper rifle at the forest not far away. The sight of the scope was constantly patrolling the woods, river valleys, and mountains. He suddenly saw something unusual in the forest and immediately turned his gun.

Sure enough, a group of soldiers walked out from the sparse trees. When he saw the leader, the sniper on guard obviously relaxed and turned around and said: "The Fourth Young Master is back."

It was Zhao Jundu who walked out of the forest. All in all, he has been participating in the war for some time, and his appearance now is very different from that at the beginning of the **** battle. The black hair that had always been taken care of by celebrities was cut very short by a sword, and the impeccably handsome face was covered with two heavy layers of camouflage paint.

The robe on his body was in tatters, revealing the damaged black armor underneath. Obvious marks of swords and guns could be seen everywhere, as well as several unhealed wounds. A stream of blood was flowing out from the cuff, winding down the arm and the back of the hand, and the blue sky in the hand was stained with blood.

If Zhao Jundu before the **** battle had an unearthly coldness, then now that he has returned to the mortal world, he has the aura of killing and killing after hundreds of battles.

Only those eyes are as clear as ever.

Zhao Jundu was holding a human head in his left hand. The man's eyes were wide open, and his expression was frozen in a moment of extreme horror. Occasionally, there would be a few drops of blood dripping from the broken neck. Behind Zhao Jundu, there were more than a dozen Zhao clan warriors, but all of them were injured, and most of them were seriously injured, and two even had their hands and feet broken off.

Zhao Jundu walked towards the cave, but he stopped before going very far and looked coldly ahead. Purple sky fire suddenly appeared in his deep eyes, and the muzzle of the blue sky was slightly raised, and he began to have the force. The light flashed.

Right in front of Zhao Jundu, the scenery suddenly distorted, and a woman in plain clothes and wide sleeves appeared out of thin air. The moment her eyes slowly opened, a shock of lightning seemed to pass across the sky and the earth, illuminating the mountains, rivers and land in a tragic light.

The expressions of several experienced Zhao clan warriors suddenly changed. They had already recognized the identity of this woman!

That was the legendary woman, Bai Aotu, who was regarded as the hope for the rejuvenation of the White House, and whose martial name spread throughout the empire.

She still held her hands in her sleeves, glanced at the head in Zhao Jundu's hand, frowned slightly, and asked, "Did you kill Bai Huiyu?"

Zhao Jundu said coldly: "That's right! A mere eleventh-level general dares to attack someone from the Zhao Clan. This is the way to die."

Bai Aotu's face remained indifferent, as if the dead eldest son of the third family was just an insignificant person, and he continued to ask: "What about the three teams of my Bai clan?"

"There are ninety-six people in total, and I have killed them all." Zhao Jundu said indifferently, and then said: "It's a pity that I didn't see that little **** Bai Kongzhao, otherwise I would have killed them all, and it would be a good thing. Things over there in Blackstream City."

Bai Aotu finally raised his eyes, stared at Zhao Jundu, and said in a cold voice, "Young Master Zhao is so murderous."

Zhao Jundu pointed to the people behind him and said calmly: "There are nearly a hundred people in our Zhao family's three teams, and there are only a few left. If I were not murderous, not even these people would be left. Why, Miss Bai has Object?"

Bai Aotu's body was filled with cold air, and his murderous intention gradually became apparent, and he said slowly: "So what if I do have objections?"

Zhao Jundu pointed to the blue sky in his hand and said with a smile: "Under this iron curtain, what's the use of your objections? You don't dare to kill me, and you can't kill me!"

These words fully demonstrated the arrogance and domineering power of Zhao Jundu, the younger generation of the empire’s number one genius.

But Bai Aotu was not annoyed after hearing this. Instead, he smiled faintly and said: "If I kill you, no matter what the reason is, Zhao Clan will mobilize all the elites of the clan to fight to the death with me, Bai Clan. However, This is not the reason why I don’t take action now.”

Before Zhao Jundu could speak, Bai Aotu continued: "Some people may accuse me out of righteousness. The dark race is facing a formidable enemy, so why do we still sit back and watch and condone such internal strife? Isn't it true that the relatives will hate the enemies and the enemies will be happy? ”

"But those people are just short-sighted people. They can't change the situation, so they turn to the word morality. As long as they don't do what they want, they will accuse them without making any achievements. I don't know what kind of people are you? Whoever dares to talk like this in front of me will be killed with one punch!"

"In my opinion, the **** battle of the Iron Curtain is just a child's game. If you want to make the dark race crippled, killing a hundred so-called young geniuses is not as realistic as killing a marquis. So in No matter what happens under the Iron Curtain, it is insignificant and cannot change the overall situation."

"Even if I, the White Lord, act inappropriately and cause losses to the empire. As long as I, Bai Aotu, am here, I can naturally make up for it outside the Iron Curtain. There is no need to worry about this child's game."

"Bai Val, I, Bai Bubu, am enough!"

These words undoubtedly reveal Bai Aotu’s inner ambition. She actually wanted to follow the example of Lin Xitang and Zhang Boqian, and use her own efforts to support a lifelong foundation.

Even if he is as arrogant as Zhao Jundu, he can't help but remain silent for a moment and look at the conversation differently.

Bai Aobu took a deep look at Zhao Jundu and said: "I really don't dare to kill you now, not because I'm afraid of Zhao Clan's revenge, but because you are well-deserved to be the number one person in the younger generation of the empire. Now you You are far from mature. If you die in my hands, it will break my heart. When you are at the same level as me, that will be the time for a battle. Zhao Jundu, don’t let me wait too long.”

Zhao Jundu suppressed his pride at this time, with a hint of respect in his eyes, but when he heard Bai Aotu's last words, he couldn't help but laugh, "Now I have cultivated to be transparent inside and outside, round and flawless, and the purple energy of the West is about to be completed, directly leading to the divine general." The road is in front of me. If you and I are on the same level, how can you be my opponent?"

Bai Aotu smiled casually and said: "Then we have to fight before we talk. If we haven't fought, everything is fake."

"Okay, then there will be a fight in the future. But what do you say now?"

Now that Bai Aoyu has appeared, he clearly came with a plan. Without thinking about it, he said: "The thing that everyone is fighting for in this area is in your hand, right? Give it to me, then this matter It's over. From now on, no matter what others in the White House do, I won't interfere, but if they don't offend you, don't kill them intentionally."

Zhao Jundu nodded and said: "Okay."

He threw Bai Huiyu's head on the ground and took out a strange crystal about the size of a thumb from his arms. It was very similar to the crystal in Qianye's hand that could generate the force of the void, but it was much smaller.

Zhao Jundu flicked his finger, and the crystal flew in front of Bai Aoyu. Bai Aotu reached out to take it, looked at it carefully for a while, nodded and said: "It is indeed a void crystal, very good."

She put away the void crystal and turned to leave. Every time he takes a step, his figure will become blurry, and after a few steps, the white bumps will disappear out of thin air.