The blade of that axe is an inch from his neck.

One inch of this fucking madness will go to hell.
"You are angry and want to kill me. Okay, come on, do it, kill me, come on, kill me, hurry up." Swein laughed when he didn’t talk. He spoke to him faster and faster, and finally he growled. He said, "Kill me! ! ！”
"Kill and do it." His tone dropped again, but his neck leaned forward.
I almost touched the bloody axe blade.
"Give me a reason," said Dreius, finally letting go and withdrawing his axe.
He lowered his eyes, and he was really afraid that he would accidentally kill him.
"I said it was an outlet," Swiin said with a smile, calling back his crow to appease it.
"What vent?"
"They are full of murderous look, and they are mourning soldiers. If they come all the way like this, then even if I have the same ability to create an army with considerable momentum, the outcome will be five or five. I don’t like to count five or five. I don’t do anything I’m not sure about …" Swein explained so carefully and seriously. "I need them to advance and retreat, but I also need them to enter and never go back. Have you heard a word? It’s an ancient wisdom of war and I need them to vent. "
"Well …" Dreius finally calmed down at this moment, but he couldn’t help but retort, "But … that’s ten thousand people."
"Ten thousand people? What about a hundred thousand people? " Svein sighed and shook his head. "Don’t be stingy with the price if you can win. Dreius put away your woman’s heart." To be continued.
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Page one hundred and twenty-seven Long live Noxas
"Big … adult Jason’s adult" has the strength to shout like pulling it out of an old bellows.
A soldier with swollen eyes barely kept his figure and trotted to Jason, who was equally depressed.
He hasn’t eaten for three days, and today it’s even worse. Running for a long time makes his lips pale and it’s like he’s dying.
This damn sun
The soldier lowered his head and barely let the sun shine on him. He took a breath and stopped in front of Jason. "My Lord …"
"Say" Jason looked at him with an expression on his face. There was an occasional flame of longing in his eyes, which made him look alive.
He hasn’t had water for a long time, and the last drop of water was consumed last night.
No village passing by has a drinking water source, and every time he rushes into a village and then watches the wells filled with dead cats and dogs, he is tortured in a daze and despair.
And it keeps torturing everyone.
If you can’t find water today, you may be able to drink your own urine
But when there’s no time to pee?
Jason looked at the soldier in front of him and consciously licked his dry lips.
What’s the smell of human blood?
"My Lord …" The soldier was stunned by Jason’s straight wait for a while eyes. "Good news."
"oh? Is it a stream? " Jason’s words squeezed out of his hoarse voice like a struggle before death.
"It’s not the enemy, it’s the enemy," the soldier said excitedly in a low voice. He swore that he had never been so eager for a group of enemies since he was born
"Is … the enemy?" Jason paused for a moment, and then a strong flame suddenly appeared in his lifeless eyes, like an evil spirit. "It’s … the enemy! ! ！”
He shouted at everyone in a hoarse voice, which was more like crying than cheering.
Strangely, everyone roared after hearing this sentence, and their eyes also burst into fire like evil spirits.
They like a group of hungry jackals generally HSS roar "where is the enemy …? ! ！”
"The enemy is ahead with me! ! ！” Jason has lost his mind, pulled out his machete and rushed forward desperately.
And so are his soldier.
This is a group of poor people who are on the verge of collapse.
"Maybe we’ll be like them soon." On a hillside that Jason didn’t pay attention to, two officers in Knoxas uniforms stood there and looked at the dogs coldly.
"You are too pessimistic." Another officer interrupted the previous officer’s kind of rabbit and rabbit.
"Said to put them in?" The first officer put away his compassion sink a way
"It is said that General Dreius will do it himself." The second officer nodded and looked at the group of soldiers with a sympathetic look.
"It’s time for the general to hold back for too long." The first officer also showed a sympathetic look.
By delaeus …
"Do you want to leave some water for them?"
"carnival before death?"
"Yes," the two officers laughed at the same time and laughed so strangely.
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The second wave of venting came the next afternoon.
Qiwang w w w q i s u w a n g
Of course, the word vent is Chen Senran’s private expression.
He remained silent about yesterday’s one-sided massacre.
He also kept silent about today’s upcoming massacre.
More than when Arielia walked on the battlefield with that strange-shaped sword, when the sun set her off with great valor.
He also smiled approvingly.
"You’re not worried at all?" Graves is still smoking cigars. Cigars and bloody battlefields are a rare match.
"What are you worried about?" Chen Senran asked strangely.
"You know" Graves frowned.
"No, I don’t know anything" Chen Senran shook his head as if he really didn’t know anything.
Probably with the baptism of yesterday’s battle, the Ionians did not have the momentum of yesterday, and they cooled down a little.
They don’t charge as much as they did yesterday, they distribute according to their usual tactics, and they pay more attention to cooperating with the Birgewater people.
So it is doomed that they are not as dead and alive as they were yesterday.
However, they are in good shape because they won yesterday, and their hands are steadier and their pace is more flexible than before against the Noxas.
They are confident. They think they can defeat the Noxas.
This is a good thing.