Chapter 5 The mysterious holy level ()

The intermittent words of the little messenger made everyone present understand it, but General Kate clearly heard a crucial word in the poor little messenger's voice - Saint level!

Although he was in a state of extreme anger, General Kate's head was clear after all. The Saint-level is not something that ordinary people can talk about. General Kate stepped forward and raised the little messenger who was still breathing heavily, and roared at the little messenger in his unique loud voice: "Saint-level? What Saint-level! Tell me clearly!"

The poor little messenger was trembling with General Kate's thick voice, and instinctively shook the saliva that had just been sprayed on General Kate's face, calmed down slightly, and continued intermittently: "Outside... there was a fire outside. On the battlefield... a holy level burned the battlefield... and those corpse-eating vultures."

Bang!

Before the poor little messenger could finish his words, General Kate threw the little messenger out! He picked up the big sword and rushed out of the tent.

Burned? General Kate suddenly felt a chill when he heard the little messenger's narration. If the entire battlefield was burned, then let alone the body of the idiot Little Duke Lei Ming, I'm afraid I can't even find any relics!

General Kate rushed to the door of the tent in a blazing manner, and opened the curtain that covered the tent. In an instant, the light of fire soared into the sky came into General Kate's eyes. There were clouds that seemed to be burned blood red above the battlefield, and there was a sea of ​​fire below. The raging fire shone the night like day, and the beating flames rushed out of the ground at a height of more than ten meters or even dozens of meters.

The flames in the center of the battlefield almost reached a height of hundreds of meters away from the ground from its fierceness. Countless corpse-eagles with black wings were constantly gathering towards this position, like moths to a fire, not afraid of death. They were roasted into coke by the sky-sky fire.

The miserable cry of the corpse-eating vultures was echoing all over the sky, and all the camps on General Kate's side turned into fiery red under the reflection of the sky-sky fire.

"It's over!" General Kate closed his eyes sadly, and the long sword he held high dropped weakly onto the ground, pointing directly to the ground.

The guards who came out of General Kate happened to hear General Kate's words just now. Looking at the sky-sky fire on the battlefield ahead, they couldn't help but let out a cry of sorrow in their hearts. Yes, it's over. Everything is over. Under such a fierce fire, let alone a corpse, I'm afraid even the armor worn on them will be burned? Then the stupid little Duke of Thunder has undoubtedly been buried in this sea of ​​fire.

"Damn, who made this fire? Stand out for me! I'm going to peel him alive!" General Kate, who was still silent and sad just now, suddenly regained his explosive image. He picked up the three-foot sword in his hand and shouted hysterically.

However, there was still silence around. Except for the dying cry of corpse-eating vultures that kept coming from his ears, no one answered General Kate's question.

Along the military tent stood a group of soldiers who had already worn out, either turning their heads to look at the sky-sky fire behind, or looking at General Kate who was angry in front of him, but no one spoke.

"Messenger! Messenger! Come out!" The furious General Kate saw that no one answered his question, and he couldn't help but think of the Messenger who had just been thrown out by himself. He roared and rushed into the military camp's main tent and brought him out.

General Kate, who walked out of the camp again, threw the little messenger in his hand on the ground in front of him, and roared at the top of his voice: "What the hell is going on! Explain it clearly to me!" General Kate shouted, while raising the big sword in his right hand and crossing it on the shoulder of the little messenger. He paused for a moment and continued, "Remember for me, if you stutter a little while you speak, I will cut off your head! Do you understand?"

Under General Kate's majestic gaze, the poor little messenger was so scared that he could even feel that the sword light shot out of the sharp sword that was crossing his neck had even pierced his neck.

The poor little messenger took a breath and tried his best to calm down. He thought that he would give up anyway. He raised his head and looked at the majestic General Kate in front of him and said, "Just suddenly a flash of lightning from somewhere, illuminating the entire military camp. When I raised my head, a big fire had already ignited on the battlefield. At first, there was only one area in the center of the city burning again." The poor little messenger said, and pointed to the flame about a hundred meters high, and continued, "I don't know."

Someone wearing golden armor came out, standing there in the air, then waved his hand gently, and then a violent storm blew up, which quickly led the fire to other places, and then... it was in this scene now, these tens of thousands or more than 100,000 corpse vultures were rushing towards that person like crazy. The fire there suddenly intensified due to the burning of these corpse vultures. Now that person is probably still in that sea of ​​fire. Then... I ran to the main account of the military camp to report to General Kate. "

After the poor little messenger finished speaking, he subconsciously looked at the sharp sword that was crossing his neck, and then closed his eyes and waited for General Kate's verdict.

After listening to the narration of this little messenger, General Kate looked at the slightly immature little messenger in front of him with a little applaud, and sighed in his heart: It is teachable. Compared to those soldiers who seem to be lively during training on weekdays, General Kate likes the boy in front of him, who is not in chaos in the face of danger, and when facing the critical moment of life and death, he can actually change his previous timid appearance. But.

General Kate closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, stroked the sharp sword to the side, and then took it back and stood in front of him. But he, Kate no longer had the opportunity to train this warrior. After this incident today, General Kate believed that the Flame City had no place to stay. The verdict might come soon, right?

Saint-level wearing golden armor... General Kate still closed his eyes and pondered. There were only a dozen people who could reach Saint-level in the entire Canglan Continent. The life experiences of these people have long been firmly remembered in the hearts of General Kate, who has been in the battlefield for decades and is a level seven knight. But even if General Kate recalls it now, he never thought that any of these Saint-level existences were wearing or had worn golden armor.

After all, in General Kate's eyes, gold can only be used as currency or as some ornamental things. If it is used as armor? A joke! Unless he doesn't want to live, the texture of gold is softer than other metals. Even an ordinary iron sword in the hand of an ordinary warrior can draw a thread on the armor made of gold. If it is a warrior with fighting spirit, it is possible to cut this layer of armor. Good armor must be made of good steel. This is the style that General Kate always insists on. For those in the commander-in-chief, General Kate has always sneered at it. Can that kind of thing go to the battlefield?
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