Chapter 1312： Absurd peace talks (1/2)

”Do you think you can run away?” A swordsman in white looked at the women blocked in the alley with a smirk, and mocked.

Next to him, another white-clothed swordsman looked at the civilians of the Flame Empire in front of him with great interest, with disdain for low-level creatures in his eyes.

Indeed, he did not regard these people in front of him as humans at all. In his eyes, mortals who cannot cultivate are no different from ants.

Who cares about the life and death of ants when they walk? These people in front of them are nothing but useless **** without talent.

”Hahaha! Kill it!” On the other side of the alley, the swordsman who blocked these women waved slightly, and a flying sword pierced the chests of several women.

A woman holding her baby screamed, and when she looked down at her baby in her infant, her eyes were filled with despair.

She could only vomit blood when she opened her mouth, still trying to help the child cover the blood hole with her hands. It's a pity that no matter how hard she tried, blood still spouted from the body of the child who was no longer crying.

She died, her child died, and the moment she fell, the woman's eyes were full of resentment. She cursed all the gods in this world, cursing these people in white clothes not to die.

Regrettably, no matter whether these white-robed swordsmen will die in the future, she can't see how they die.

The blood stained the infants, and also stained the torn clothes of these women. No swordsman in white would be interested in these women, because they care more about strength and bloodliness than anyone else.

In the eyes of these white-robed swordsmen, mortals who have no cultivation base and no strength are not worthy of any evil thoughts. What they want is a serious dual monk, rather than waste precious essence on these mortals who are much worse than monkeys Woman body.

”Excuse me... can you take me to meet your leader?” Just when the white swordsmen killed the last woman of the Flame Empire, behind them, a hoarse and not very real voice rang like this stand up.

Several swordsmen in white turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. They killed too much before, so they were a bit paralyzed and didn't notice when such a guy came behind them.

This is a puppet, an ordinary puppet, some things have been modified on its body, but it is still an ordinary puppet.

”I'm here to negotiate!” The puppet spread out his hands and made a harmless move: ”Our great Emperor Elanshir, I hope to have a talk with your leader...”

”What to do?” A white-clothed swordsman made a guard posture, pointed the sharp flying sword at the puppet not far away, and asked in a low voice.

”It seems that the other party can't afford it, and wants to surrender to us.” Another white-clothed swordsman said triumphantly.

His words made the headed swordsman in white also a little complacent. He retracted his flying sword and said: ”Arrange two people and take it to see Master! It seems that we will soon become this world. The owner of it.”

Soon, such a negotiating puppet sent by the Ailan Hill Empire was sent to the white-haired old man's tent.