"General!" The scene was shocking. So many Hegel died? Many people knew that a woman had tried to assassinate Hegel.
"This matter cannot be conveyed. I want everyone to know that my father is still alive.”Xilan replied loudly. His eyes were dark, and no one present agreed.
The guards outside Hegel's room were all trusted soldiers. They were only loyal to Hegel, but now that Hegel was dead, everyone's loyalty had shifted to West Mist. As Hegel's descendant, West Mist had the right to inherit everything from him, and the guards all agreed. At the same time, a mysterious power infiltrated their hearts. They refused to obey Cilan's orders.
"From now on, I will give orders for my father, and I will fulfill his wishes for him. You cannot speak in my father's name.”Silan slowly placed Hegel's body on the ground. His face was a little sad, but his heart was filled with inexplicable joy. Yes, he was Hegel's representative.
The remaining tens of thousands of soldiers would be the most powerful weapons in his hands. Cui Fu, the orcs, and Qin Tian would become the soul of his army.
Ever since Malan's army invaded Ironsong City, the mage army that Hegel had brought from Malan had fallen into a state of no one. Damian and Tyrant had disappeared after the war, and Saul was unconscious on his bed. But Melfin was even more unbelievable. No one knew where he had gone. The mage army was now without a leader. They were waiting for Hegel's orders in Ironsong City.
Today, Hegel's personal guards suddenly announced that Hegel had issued an order to the army to attack the Axe tribe. However, because the general was unwell on his bed, the task of leading the army was assigned to his son, Silan.
No one was surprised by this order. Except for the department in the army that protected Iron Song City, the other soldiers moved one after another. They gathered outside Iron Song City with their equipment.
"Why is there a war again so soon?”Luo Tianyun wore his white clothes impatiently. The Slaughter Squad had to be taken away as an elite troop, and Xilan had specially named them.
"War isn't good, it can also kill people.”The other team members laughed. To them, every action was a happy thing. Blood flowed, and death bloomed like a flower.
"A bunch of monsters." Luo Tianyun was depressed that he hadn't been able to dig out Givel the last time. He mumbled to himself," Where did this strange person come from?" Luo Tianyun wavered at the thought of this.
"Hurry up, we're about to set off.”All the members of the cleaning team were dressed. When they opened the door, they saw that the carriage had already stopped outside and was waiting.
"Ah, you're early. All the old people greeted the coachman, which was the privilege of clearing the members. They had the right to rest in the carriage when they were not out. If they were allowed to participate, they would come out of the carriage.
Iron Song City was bustling with work. Everyone was ready, and the team ran out with high efficiency.
These soldiers were the elite of Malan, the proudest existence of Hegel. They were the foundation of Malan, the sharpest spear and the thickest shield of Malan. This was also the reason why he was so angry when he knew that 500 soldiers had died with West Wind.
However, Xilan did not know this. He had been living in his own anger, and this anger would turn into ashes sooner or later.
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Compared to the coastal area, wasteland, and battlefield canyon, the oasis was the smallest existence in the Wilderness. It was rich, and the only freshwater spring in the Wilderness was here. The three major tribes of the oasis controlled it one by one. The lush trees made the oasis like a star in the Wilderness, the most brilliant existence.
West Mist had nothing to do with this. He sat in the armored tank and directly opened up a path towards the Axe tribe. All the barriers that blocked the armored tank's advance were killed by West Mist. He dug out the trees and mountains to lead to the Axe tribe.
The traces of the group's movements were quickly discovered by the sentries of the Axe Tribe. At this time, the Axe Tribe was in a tragic state. The chief, Axe King, was killed by someone, and the entire tribe fell into the worst situation. At this moment, the Great Prophet also stood up to help the Axe tribe grasp the situation.
"Everyone, don't panic. The Axe Emperor is no longer around. I have lost the chief. The human army was heading in this direction again. In the meantime, we must elect a new chief.
The Great Prophet of the Tomahawk tribe stood beside the chief and shouted loudly. As a prophet, he could not be the chief. This was a rule passed down by the orcs. A prophet was a prophet, a chief was a chief. The two complemented each other, but they were definitely not the same person.
The Great Prophet had an important influence on the election of the chief. Some tribes usually had a few brave warriors under the chief. The Great Prophet's task was to choose the orc that he thought was the best leader of the tribe from these realizations. The other members of the tribe would be chosen to see if he did not want to be the new chief.
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