The lights were still bright near the port of Dunerke, but groups of soldiers and militiamen began to spread around with torches, searching for possible fish that had slipped through the net.
Affected by the heroic deeds of Lin Qi and Enzo, these soldiers and militiamen were full of blood, and I wish that a few orcs and black spirits would suddenly appear now, so that they could have a good time.
However, the roads in Dunerke are complex, the streets and alleys are as complex as spider webs, and the soldiers dispatched cannot block every street, and there will always be small alleys that leak through for people to pass.
Especially when these people have the strength above the level, these ordinary soldiers are even more useless.
The five black spirits had already left the city of Dunerke, and they were standing on a small hill outside the city, overlooking the city with swaying lights.
They bare their chests and stand there quietly in the face of the cold storm and snow, as if five thousand-year-old trees were firmly rooted in the earth.
After an unknown amount of time, when a group of torch-armed dragoons rode towards this direction, and there were still several miles from the hill on which they stood, five black spirit men fell to their knees at the same time.
They stretched out their hands and pointed to the sky, and sang a song with a desolate, majestic, and savage tone.
They burst into tears, and the cold wind froze the tears into ice crystals on their faces, and soon a thick layer of ice hung over their faces.
The cold wind howled, and the terrible sound of the wind was like the roar of a demon on the North Sea, and the song of the great men was torn to pieces by the wind before it could be heard far.
After the song was over, the five people got up, and the black spirit man who had been stabbed in the chest muttered in a low voice: "Hey, there are other brothers, your spirit follows us in the sky, and we will take you home."
Another big man with a sword in his chest whispered, "Go home, go back to our home, go back to the place where our ancestors grew up."
There your spirits sleep with the spirits of your fathers.
When we call you, we can fight together."
The five big men slashed through the palm of their left hand at the same time, and their right hand was stained with blood, marking a strange sigil shaped like a beast's head in the air in front of them.
The blood-colored sigil emitted a faint light in the air, and a strange power faintly spread around.
Near the port of Dunerke, eight extremely fine blood rays suddenly rose into the sky, and the flickering blood light echoed the light of the runes here, and an ancient aura rippled on the five warriors at the same time, as if an extremely ancient will was possessed of them.
Eight thin lines of blood flickered for a while before disappearing, and bits of crystal light converged from the surroundings of the five big men, circling them for a while, and then submerged into their bodies.
The five men cried three times at the same time, then laughed three more times, and then they turned and walked into the darkness.
The group of nearly 100 dragoons who had been ordered to block the main road of communication came to the bottom of the hill, and they did not find any clues, so they randomly found a sheltered place and set up a checkpoint.
The five big men had already left here, and they strode towards the south, striding towards the south as fast as they could.
Across the entire western continent, to the southernmost seaport, by sea ship across the ocean of 2,000 miles, is their homeland.
The magical and magnificent black land that haunts everyone's dreams, although there are countless evils on it, there are countless heroic, loyal, hot-blooded, and simple black spirit warriors like them.
They left Dunke, they left Arthur, and they walked with peace of mind, with confidence, and with as much as they had come.
They sang songs passed down from their ancestors, and although the meaning of the ancient songs changed over the years, even the oldest elders of the clan could not figure out what they meant, but these songs were still being sung.
Just like their favorite instrument, the wooden drum made from the old roots of the Black Spirit Continent, the clean, pure sound has always reverberated in their souls.
Two years ago, under the call of the tribal elders, a group of their companions hunted down a group of shameful slave hunters to the Western Continent and pursued them all the way to Dunerke.
Those despicable and shameless slave hunters, they kidnapped the granddaughter of the Grand Elder of the Tribal Alliance composed of 73,000 indigenous tribes in the Black Spirit Continent, the Alliance Saintess who could speak at birth and had supreme talent in spiritual arts.
Twenty-three Ancestral Spirit warriors closest to the Alliance's headquarters were summoned together and hunted down all the way by order of the Elders.
But the slave hunters were strong, and they couldn't help each other until Dunerke.
By the time they loaded the men they were going to rescue onto a large ship and prepared to transport them to the Odin Ice Field, everyone was in despair.
The honor of the warriors does not allow for failure, and they have already made a decision, if they cannot rescue the noble lady of the saint, they will all die in battle.
The turnaround always comes so quickly and so strangely.
Arthur came across this group of powerful, simple warriors, and using the connections of the Black Tiger family, Arthur easily transferred their holy maiden from the slave hunters.
Some of the companions escorted the saint back to the tribe, while the rest were led by Arthur, who swore an oath in the name of the ancestral spirits to serve him.
But today, they have fulfilled their oath, and eight of their companions have died in battle, and they have chosen to burn their souls and lives in battle.
They have fulfilled their vows, they have gone with a clear conscience, they have gone openly, they will escort the spirits of their companions back to their homeland, and they will let the spirits of their companions rest in the tombs of their ancestors.
If their companions have chosen to die in such a noble and glorious battle, then they must escort their souls back.
With their chests bare, their backs to the wind and snow, they made their way south.
Just as when they came, they were going to cross continents, they were going to cross oceans, thousands of miles away, which was their homeland.
There is a black earth that is so fertile that it can be oiled when you pinch it, there are countless majestic beasts, there are countless towering trees, and there are even more girls they love.
The people there are simple and honest, the people there are as broad-minded as the sky, and the people there...
It's not going to be like Arthur and the others are intriguing "Brothers, let's go home all the way, follow us home, don't get lost on the way home" The big man who had been stabbed in the chest laughed loudly.
The other four big men also laughed, how could it be possible to get lost Even if the good man from that black land dies, he will not forget the way home With the laughter, the ruby in the big man's belt suddenly became extremely hot, and a dazzling red light burned through the big man's belt.
Before the big man could come back to his senses, twelve complex runes appeared on the ruby, and then a red light rose into the sky.
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A tragic explosion leveled the hills and jungle nearly 200 meters and burned to ashes.
The smiles of the five big men froze on their faces, and their bodies completely disappeared in the terrifying heat
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