Chapter 312

"Boom!"

The sudden dull sound, like a series of thunder, sounded one after another in the sky.

"What's going on?"

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, Zhao Fang, hidden in his cloak, felt this very unusual breath in the air and couldn't help looking back at the snow empire.

"That mad cow won't destroy the snow empire, will it?"

Zhao Fang's face is a little ugly.

He is not a kind-hearted person, but I don't kill Biren, but I feel that Biren died because of me. It's really uncomfortable!

"Golden cow, I will kill you!"

Zhao Fang gritted his teeth and wanted to kill the cow. At this moment, he climbed to the top.

Without looking back, he exchanged an intermediate broken empty talisman again, crushed it without hesitation, and disappeared in place.

Not long after he left.

Over the snow empire, the flames of war soared into the sky.

Among them, there are countless desperate cries and howls, as well as a thick unimaginable smell of blood, which permeates and lingers for a long time.

……

The snow empire is 300000 miles away.

Three intermediate broken empty talismans were consumed in succession. He couldn't feel the breath of the golden cow. Zhao magnified and gasped.

"Finally escaped!"

He walked through the cloud shuttle, and then the cloak of the God of war sounded under the strong wind.

"Next, we'll meet King Lingwang of Yuxi and make a battle plan to fight the golden bull." Zhao Fang's eyes flashed.

The threat of golden bull is urgent.

It must be solved as soon as possible.

Otherwise, no matter where he goes, Zhao Fang will be worried.

This feeling is not beautiful. Wonderful!

"Ding!"

"If you find Tianjie lingguo 'Wuling Guo', do you want to exchange it?"

"Ding!"

"You get 19000000 supreme coins."

"Ding!"

"Found..."

All the way.

Zhao Fang used his time on his way to exchange the treasures looted from the underground palace one by one.

Looking at the soaring of the supreme coin, Zhao Fang also showed a smile on his face.

Especially in the end.

When the total amount exceeds 50 million and reaches 80 million.

The smile on Zhao Fang's face became stronger.

"There are still 20 million!" Zhao Fang said to himself.

Three days later.

Zhao Fang came to the Tibetan army Valley mentioned by King Ling of Zhou.

Just.

The Tibetan army valley was devastated, and there were traces of war everywhere.

Zhao Fang frowned. "Did the attack and killing of the Golden COW spread here?"

Go all the way.

Zhao Fang denied the speculation.

There are many wars in the Tibetan Valley, which is clearly left by the war between the two armies.

If the golden bull attacked, this place would no longer exist.

"What's the matter? What happened to them in Yuxi?"

Zhao Fangsheng was a little worried.

While stepping, he moved and hurried to the depths of the Tibetan army valley.

All the way.

Bodies are everywhere.

Judging from the armor worn by the corpses, they should have been soldiers of the snow empire before they died.

Others, wearing red armor, are obviously another group of people.

They died, too.

"Not here?"

After searching the valley, Zhao Fang did not find the figure of King Zhou Ling and Yuxi, and his face was a little more cloudy.

"Help, help me..."

At this time, a faint cry for help came into Zhao Fang's ear.

Zhao Fang searched among the dead bodies and dug out a soldier wearing the armor of the snow empire.

Check briefly.

He just bled too much and didn't hurt the key,

Zhao Fang took out the healing pill and took it. After taking it, his injury stopped and his life began to recover.

"Save, save the marshal!"

The soldier grabbed Zhao Fang's arms and looked sincere.

"Who is the marshal?"

"Zhou, Zhou Shuai."

"Where is he?"

"The wasteland battlefield fifty miles away from the northeast! Hurry, hurry to save... Cough..."

As soon as the soldier was excited, he immediately led the injury in his body, opened his mouth and spewed out a big mouthful of blood.

"Heal well!"

Zhao Fang dropped a bottle of pills, flashed and hurried to the northeast.

Frontier and wasteland battlefield.

King Ling of Zhou commanded 20000 troops and four legions.

But in just half a day, 2000 people were killed.

King Zhou Ling's heart is dripping blood!

You know.

I don't know how much effort he spent on these four legions.

Even when the enemy killed the enemy, he didn't lose so much once.

Today's losses are almost equal to the sum of previous losses.

And it's all because of one person.

"Zhou Xian! I treat you well. Why did you betray me!"

King Ling of Zhou looked coldly at the front of the opposite army, the middle-aged general wearing gold armor and riding a seven step spirit beast.

"Since ancient times, good birds choose trees to live in, and the first ministers choose the Lord to serve. The snow empire state building collapsed and there are no eggs left. What's wrong with me? You king Zhou Ling with four legions are also looking for another way. What qualifications do you have to say about me?"

The middle-aged general said coldly.

"If you find another way out, I won't stop you, but you shouldn't take the life of your former brother as your name for defection!" King Zhou Ling's face was cold.

"Hum! So what? Now you are surrounded by enemies many times your own, and you are alone. What can you do for me?" the middle-aged general disdained.

King Ling of Zhou frowned.

He looked at the army behind him, looked at the haggard and tired faces, and King Zhou Ling was sad.

After three days and nights of fighting, these people hardly closed their eyes.

Even iron people can't stand it!

"Zhou Xian, do you have to kill me today?"

King Ling of Zhou looked at the middle-aged general and asked in a deep voice.

"That's right. The red flame army has suffered heavy losses. Even if I want to let you go, do you think these red flame armies will let go of the murderers who killed their robes? General Sirius Lin will let go of the culprit who killed his elite department? Of course, if you are willing to die by yourself, I can let go of the four major legions in the past. On the premise that they should submit to the red flame army."

"You're so calculating!" King Zhou Ling laughed angrily. "However, you underestimated the blood of King Zhou Ling and underestimated the four legions!"

"Falcon, thunder leopard, shadow tiger and blood wolf listen to the order." King Ling of Zhou raised his hand.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The sound of mountain and tsunami echoed among the four legions.

"Regardless of life and death, let go of the war!"

"War!"

The war spirit rushed into the sky and swept up. Even the dark clouds in the sky were scattered by the thick war spirit.

"What an elite team."

It was the middle-aged man sitting on the back of an alien black wolf next to the middle-aged general who looked at the wolf with great dignity, cold look and strong evil spirit.

This middle-aged man is no other than Lin Tianlang, the first general of the red flame empire of the quasi seventh class forces.

"Unfortunately, such an army does not belong to me!"

Lintian's eyes filled with infinite regret, but he looked cold, and there were orders when he spoke.

Every order is to kill the four legions without any reservation!

"General Lin, when will several other forces come? As long as they arrive and form a siege and ambush against King Ling of Zhou, I'm sure to convince the four legions."

Said Zhou Xian, a middle-aged general.