The woman in golden armor smiled gently at the boy, "So young and you've already tasted blood, no wonder you look so strong."
The Barbarian Tribe peasant woman's face turned pale as a sheet, stammering, "General… please don't…"
Swish—
Before the words were finished, a blinding sword light flashed by.
Two heads flew into the air, the wounds smooth as mirrors, and only after they hit the ground did blood slowly begin to seep out.
Yet the woman's hand in golden armor didn't even twitch; it was impossible to see when she had drawn her sword.
"It's always good to move the body, or the bones will rust."
"It's about time to go back for lunch."
The woman stretched her waist, yawned, and turned to walk towards the pass.
The female adjutant in Mystic Armor followed closely behind.
In this operation, there were only the two of them, penetrating a thousand miles into the heart of the Barbarian Tribe, clearing several strongholds, exterminating thousands of Barbarians!
