The Correct Posture for Anti-Transmigration [Quick Transmigration]

"I gonna go see."

Putting down his words, Fifth Hao patted the horse's neck, and Feng Ma knew his purpose, flew over the surrounding soldiers and galloped towards the village.

The horse's hooves stepped across the soft snowdrifts without leaving any traces. The biting cold wind poured down the body along the gaps in the armor.Looking at the roof gradually revealed ahead, the speed of the wind horse became faster. The knights who were guarding in front heard the sound, and just pulled out their long swords, they saw a cloud of red wind blowing by. Looking again, there was only one The fiery figure gradually faded away.

Seeing that the village was right in front of him, Fifth Hao gradually slowed down, pretending to be calm and walking slowly, Feng Ma snorted dissatisfiedly, as if complaining that he hadn't run enough.

Patting its neck to comfort it, he continued to move forward under the respectful gaze of the guards beside him.As soon as he passed the stone house, he heard Haven's voice, and there was some kind of fanatical worship in his steady tone, "Say, long live King Frein!"

Immediately there was a group of echoes who could imagine the frightened expression on their faces——

"Long live King Frein!"

"Long live King Frein!"

"Long live King Frein!"

"Why didn't you call King Frein's name?" Haiwen's voice suddenly sounded again, obviously not loud, but those who shouted were like quails strangled by their necks, and died instantly. Only his icy voice was left falling together with the falling snowflakes.

Even though they had already gotten used to such a temperature, the people in the village still shivered involuntarily, shivering and huddling together, as if they could absorb more warmth.

"He's not our king!" Although he couldn't see it, Wu Hao could feel the deep fear in the heart of this person who refused to call the king's name from his slightly trembling voice.As if he knew that if he didn’t say anything else, he would have no chance, the middle-aged man wrote calmly on the surface, and scolded at the top of his voice, "It’s just a half-breed bastard! How is he worthy of being king?! He......Ah!! !!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a scream, and then there was the muffled sound of his body falling to the ground.

A few cries came, and before Fifth Hao could hear what it was crying, those griefs were already suppressed by the master in his throat.However, Haiwen seemed to be completely unaffected, and continued in a steady tone, "Say, long live King Frein!"

"Long live King Frein!"

"Long live King Frein!"

"Long live King Frein!"

...Finally, I know what it means to be pink, and it will naturally turn black in the depths.

He raised his hand to rub the center of his eyebrows, but just half way up he remembered that he was still wearing a helmet, so he had to put it down again.Although Fifth Hao has always been committed to playing the same villain as the original owner, there is no such part in the original book. The male second, you suddenly add so many scenes to yourself, is it because you are afraid that the client will not suspect Lao Tzu?

He really couldn’t let him hate anymore, Wu Hao kicked his horse’s belly so that he wouldn’t look around and walked up, passed the simple stone house in front, and saw about a hundred or so villagers in animal fur coats were killed by his knights. They gathered in a circle, shouting their names to Hai Wen at the top of their voices.There were a dozen or so corpses piled up on his left. Judging by their attire, they were all from this small village. All of them died from being pierced through the heart with a sword, and the snow was dyed red.

On the right side of him were five or six people who stood coweringly, and they probably survived because they repeated his words obediently.

Fifth Hao felt that his egg was hurting again.

Haiwen, who was shouting frantically, turned his head as if aware of it, and saw his Wang Zheng sitting on the back of the wind horse, and those golden pupils that seemed to be filled with holy light were looking at him softly [fog], making him His blood, frozen by the cold, boiled instantly.

"king!"

Kneeling down on one knee with Zhu Jian in his right hand, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone, Hai Wen said in a voice a few degrees lower than before, "The attack on this village has been completed, and all the prisoners are here."

The knees covered by the silver battle armor sank two or three centimeters in the pure white snow, and the cold wind blew his battle robe, causing a corner of the scarlet robe to be next to a girl's knee.

This is not a big deal at all, but it may be that the knight has accumulated too much power in just half an hour, which made the girl who was also kneeling on the ground feel like being electrocuted, screamed, and walked back on her head and knees a few times in a panic to distance herself , as if it was not a piece of cloth, but a ferocious scourge.