In a barren land, a group of people bound by iron chains stumbled forward. They were skinny, emaciated, and dressed in rags. They walked barefoot on the sandy road, leaving behind a trail of red blood wherever they went.
However, they could not stop. Once they stopped, they would be whipped by the demon soldiers.
The demon soldiers wore iron armor and looked terrifying. One group was made up of tall Gökalin. They looked similar to goblins, but they were smarter than goblins and hated it when others compared them to goblins.
The Gökalin race belonged to the Evil Dragon Emperor. This also meant that the Evil Dragon Emperor, whose territory was the furthest away from humans, had also made a move. This was not a good thing for humans. Dragons were difficult enemies. Their scales were harder than steel, and they were also resistant to magic. Only special weapons could kill them.
It was not just the Gökalin race. There were terrifying monsters, blood-red armored blood dragons, and twin-spiked flying dragons flying in the sky. This huge group was advancing towards the human border.
However, when they were still a mountain away from the human outpost camp, the Demon General Gökalin on the giant wolf suddenly extended a fist. A twin-spiked flying dragon descended from the sky. Sitting on it was a terrifying monster wearing white bone armor. It had long fangs and a protruding mouth. Its eyes were like a chameleon's and could twist at will.
It was a Flying Demon used to send messages. It was a demon that was not good at fighting, but had excellent vision and was very sensitive. It was often used to send messages.
It made some strange sounds, as if it was saying something to the Infernal General. The Infernal General looked at it with cold eyes but did not say anything. After it finished speaking, the Infernal General suddenly looked back and shouted, "Release those slaves!"
The demon soldiers were confused for a moment, but under the Demon General's angry roar, they released the slaves' iron chains.
The slaves fell into confusion. Fear and unease filled everyone's hearts. They thought that their time of death had come. In despair, not only did they not run away, they collapsed on the ground or stood in a daze.
Seeing this, the Demon General suddenly raised the whip in his hand and swung it. The whip was like a black snake. With a crisp sound, it cracked the skin of a slave.
"Get lost! If you don't want to die, scram! "
It shouted in human language, and the soldiers under its command understood what it meant and chased the group of humans away.
The group of slaves were like ducks being driven away, scattering in groups. After the slaves all fled to the human border, the Flying Light Demon suddenly rode the Twin Spiked Wyvern and left.
In the sky, it placed its hands on its neck. Suddenly, it took off the mask with its fangs as if it was taking off its helmet. A stream of golden hair flowed down, and a devilish woman smiled evilly as she looked at the battlefield in the distance.
"The game has begun, little human."
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"Reporting! Report!! "
At this moment, an anxious voice came from the tent. The tacticians, strategists, and generals suddenly became nervous. Great General Xia Long shouted,
"Come in!"
"Is it the Demon King's Army?!"
"Quick! Get the soldiers ready for battle! "
"No, reporting to my lord! It's not the Demon King's army that's attacking us. Instead, it's suspected to be refugees. A group of refugees is surging over from the north. Sir, please give us your orders. "
The soldier knelt down and said.
Hearing this, the generals and their tacticians, including An Luo, were stunned.
Refugees?
"This is a trap! The Demon Race wants to catch us off guard while we're opening the door. "
"That's right! In my opinion, there are definitely spies from the Demon Race among the refugees. When the time comes, they'll coordinate with us from the inside. "
"I also agree. This is too obvious. If I were the Demon Race, I would definitely place a curse or witchcraft on these slaves, making them disintegrate us from the inside. When the time comes, the Demon King's Army won't have to waste any effort and we'll fall."
The tacticians, generals, and generals all agreed that they shouldn't have let them in, except for one person.
"But, they're also humans!"
When An Luo said this, the people in the tent quieted down and looked at him at the same time.
The generals of the small countries didn't dare to say anything. Only Xia Long advised, "Of course we want to save them, but you have to understand why we're fighting. It's for the survival of our race! You also know that our military provisions are very tight right now. Sigh, how many refugees do we have? "
He asked the soldier.
The soldier looked nervous and said unconfidently, "Big, about four to five thousand people."
Hearing this, the tent was filled with discussion.
"Look! If we let this group of people in, what will we use to fill their stomachs? The lives of soldiers! I hope you can think about it carefully. We're not heartless machines, but as generals, we have to fulfill our responsibilities as generals. "
After saying this, General Xia Long showed a serious expression and looked at the soldier.
"Pass down my orders. Strictly guard the walls and pay attention to the movements of the Demon King's Army at all times. Don't let anyone in."
When he said the last few words, his voice clearly lowered.
The soldier trembled and said with gritted teeth, "Yes, sir."
An Luo's eyes widened and he grabbed his hair with both hands. Seeing him like this, Xia Long shook his head and sighed.
"Let's end today's meeting here."
After saying this, he stood up and left the tent, followed by the others.
"Sir Brave, you have to pull yourself together. Think about it, when have human prisoners of war been able to survive the winter without being eaten? This is obviously the Demon King's scheme. "
A strategist beside An Luo tried to persuade him.
"Yes, I know. Thank you."
The strategist nodded with a smile and left.
At this moment, only An Luo was left in the huge tent with his head lowered.
As a Brave, the first thing was to never lower your head under any circumstances.
At this moment, the voice of his great-grandfather appeared in An Luo's mind. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
What was a Brave? It was a person who could shine in the dark. In other words, a Brave had to face all darkness head-on.
An Luo slowly raised his head.
"I can't run away anymore. I'm a Brave, I'm a Brave!"
He gritted his teeth, stood up, and strode out of the tent.
However, he originally thought that he was mentally prepared, but in the face of reality, he realized how weak he was.
Under the city walls, a group of ragged and skinny refugees shouted with hoarse voices.
"Save us."
"Please open the door."
"Let us in!"
"We're humans, I'm a human!"
They shouted with all their might. Their eyes full of desire made An Luo, who was standing on the city walls, suddenly feel weak in the knees.
Suddenly, he recalled his subordinates who had been impaled and killed. Their eyes were the same as these people before they died.
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