Chapter 1961: Ding! Emergencies!

Charlie is dead!
The generals looked at Charlie, who was nailed to the ground with a sword, and did not even have time to make any response. His face was horrified.
Charlie is a powerful 9th-level knight. He has been battle-grounded and has rich combat experience.
But such a powerful knight was so vulnerable in front of Alex.
The way he killed him was like the giant had inadvertently trampled on a ants, and he couldn't even let him look down.
"He killed the general!" The orcs on the mountain also saw this scene, full of surprise.
"He's here to help us." Ha Ga thoughtfully, finally a hint of joy appeared on his face.
"If you don't retreat, I will cut off the mountain and leave you all here to pay for those orcs who have passed away innocently." McGonagall said quietly.
There are steep mountains on both sides of the canyon. All 30,000 knights are in this canyon. If Alex really cuts off the mountain, everyone will be buried and no one will survive.
No one doubts whether Alex can cut off the mountain, and the upper limit of manpower is meaningless to him.
This is not negotiation, this is an order, and a naked threat.
McGonagall saw the general's face hesitant, frowning slightly, and looked at the sword.
"We will immediately withdraw from the Twilight Forest!" The pair immediately shouted, his voice trembling a bit, and began to issue an order to retreat.
The tail of the team became the leader of the team, and the long team quickly opened. The knights on the hillside also carried the corpses of the same robe and began to retreat.
"They retreated!"
"We survived!"
The orcs of the Uto tribe wept with joy.
Other orcs picked up bows and arrows, but were stopped by Hagar.
"Treat the wounded, don't let more people die." Ha Ga ordered, looking at the hordes of tribes, the tough guy's eyes were already red.
McGonagall received the Sword of Heaven and watched the Cavalry Retreat in the canyon before driving the Griffon back to the Uto tribe.
"Thank you for your life-saving gratitude to the Uto tribe." Hagar put one hand on her chest and bowed to McGonagall with a salute.
Other orcs dropped their hands and thanked McGonagall deeply.
If it were not for him to appear in time, the Uto tribe no longer exists.
"No need to thank you, the orcs have joined the Peace Alliance, we are allies, and we should help you defend against foreign enemies. This should be the case." McGonagall looked at the wounded below. The Uto tribe suffered heavy casualties in this offensive and defensive battle, but the children were all protected. Down.
He waved his hand, and a pile of healing drugs appeared on the open space below.
"You take these medicines to treat the wounded, and I have to rush to the next place, it's not convenient to stay for a long time." McGonagall said, and left the Uto tribe in a purple griffin.
"Quick, get these wounded medicines to heal the wounded." Haga said quickly. The orc tribe lacks these things. Usually, some wounds and illnesses are just some herbs. The tribal medicines are not enough for this injury. Staff.
"Brother, why should he help us? Isn't he from the Los Empire?" Ha Bian climbed up the wall and looked at Hagar in a puzzled way.
"He should have left the Los Empire, and now belongs to the Peace Alliance, we are right to follow the Fak tribe." Ha Ga Ruo thought.
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"Ding! The host stopped a genocide, and got 4,000 mission points!"
A voice sounded in McGonagall's mind, interrupting his thinking.
"Mission point?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "System, what is this?"
"Maintaining world peace is a very broad task, so this mission will use the method of enabling task points as a measure of the host's task completion. Please continue to work hard to maintain world peace!" the system sounded.
McGonagall looked at his accumulated 124,000 mission points. It seems that he had a mouth gun with Andre at the Peace Conference and was judged by the system to obtain 120,000 mission points.
The population of the Uto tribe is four or five thousand. McGonagall prevented the massacre from happening and obtained four thousand mission points, indicating that a life is a mission point.
"It's a bit interesting." McGonagall thought, and said: "But the system, what is the final reward for this task? Shouldn't it be just a recipe?"
"The reward for this mission is a floating system. It is determined according to the mission points obtained by the host. The more mission points, the richer the reward will be, and everything is possible!"
"Pull it down, everything is probably the least worth looking forward to, anyway, what you can take out is in my imagination." McGonagall rolled her eyes, "unless you can make me a chef."
"Kuhu! This system also has unlimited possibilities!" the system said seriously.
McGonagall said, not intending to continue to uselessly fight with the system, let Azi fly north to find the next army.
The Los Empire and the Orcs have deep grievances. As the former commander of the Northwestern United Army, Alex is familiar with the multiple plans of the Northwestern Union to capture the Twilight Forest. This is one of the six divisions.
According to the progress of the soldiers on this road, he can roughly guess the approximate position of other troops at this time.
Although he only promised Connie they had a troop of horses and horses, when they saw the tribes that were slaughtered, it was still difficult to control their anger.
"Ding! Emergencies! A very dense black mist was found 80 kilometers northeast of the country. There may be old dominators, please visit the host immediately!"
At this moment, the sound of the system sounded again, with a bit of anxiety in the sound.
"Huh?" McGonagall was surprised, and immediately turned Azi to fly northwest, and at the same time said in his heart: "System, what's going on?"
"The current situation is unknown," the system replied.
"It's a coincidence, or a conspiracy?" McGonagall frowned. Northeast should have been swept away by the Iron Empire of the Los Empire, but there was the magic of the old dominator there.
McGonagall recalled the terrible content on the mural, the devil creating chaos and war, greedily absorbing resentment...
"I hope things aren't what I thought..." McGonagall looked cold and let Azi accelerate her flight.
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"The danger is fast approaching, we are going to leave here for a while..." At the same time, Qiao Xiu, who had just absorbed the resentment of this medium-sized tribe, licked his tongue satiatedly, and the voice of the devil sounded in his mind.
"What's the danger?" Qiao Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly clenched his fists. The expansion of his strength made his heart become stronger. He was looking for an opponent to test his strength. It was only one difference. A little bit, he can break through the tenth level.
"It's the person you don't want to see the most. Now you are not his opponent."
"Alex!" Qiao Xiu's eyes flashed with a killer.