However, Mao Tao clearly understands but looks as confused as them. This kid is not stupid either.
"I don't know much about the Baling text, so it's a bit difficult to read it. However, Tao Bo asked the person who dug up the manuscript to send it to the Baling Kingdom, and he would be richly thanked. In addition, he seemed to have said that from this illusion, what
The gods have indeed fallen."
He Lingchuan's heart suddenly moved: "Metian?"
It seems that the Baling Kingdom knows more inside stories. But this is normal, after all, it was a participating country in the war.
"I can't understand those words." Maotao smiled bitterly, "Besides, the large square pot may not be able to move."
He Lingchuan's expression changed: "Are you sure?"
They went through all the troubles and adventures here just to get the big square pot back. If they couldn't take the pot away, wouldn't they have come in vain?
Also, what about the battle at Woling Pass?
This question just popped up, and He Lingchuan himself was shocked.
Since when did he pay so much attention to the war situation in Yuan Kingdom?
"I'm just not sure, so I didn't think about whether to say it or not." Mao Tao murmured, "I've only been in school for three years. If I had known this, I wouldn't have slept in class." She only regrets having to use the book.
"What else?" He Lingchuan touched his chin. Guoshi Sun must have seen these words, but he didn't say a word.
Is the old man confident about taking away the big square pot, or does he have other plans in mind?
"Also, Tao Bo believes that there is a powerful being in this world." Mao Tao said with shame, "I can't understand the other words, so it's hard to make random guesses."
A powerful existence? "Do you mean the peeping tom hiding in any corner?"
Mao Tao shrugged. He had no answer: "Brother Chuan, why didn't the Imperial Master mention it?"
"Maybe you think we don't need to know." He Lingchuan changed the subject, "How long have we been setting the fire?"
"Uh, more than an hour?"
"It's time to go back."
"There's still... in the north..."
He Lingchuan interrupted: "The north may not be important."
How did the eldest young master see that the north is unimportant? "The houses in the north were not burned, and I'm afraid that the imperial master will pursue them." Outside, Mao Tao would definitely follow He Lingchuan's lead, but here...
"Young Master, you can't harm me."
"Let's go back first. If the illusion is not broken, I will accompany you north." He Lingchuan smiled and said, "Are you afraid that they will eat you?"
This spoke to Maotao's concerns, and he couldn't help but tremble. He was the weakest among the four. If he didn't want to be the first to be eaten, he had to at least win over someone.
By this time, the two of them had used up all the drinks, fuel, and firewood they had replenished on the road. Mao Tao no longer objected, so he abandoned the cart and headed towards the south gate.
"Young Master, let's go directly there." Why do we have to take a detour and sneak past almost against the east city wall?
"Follow me, stop talking nonsense." He Lingchuan couldn't explain why. The further south he walked, the more uncomfortable he felt in his heart.
It's like a disaster is coming.
So he chose this route because the buildings on the east side were tall and the river network was dense, making it easier to hide his body.
Now the east and west of the city are blazing with fire, and there is a smell of impending doom.
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Outside the thunder-calling magic circle, there is a dense crowd of heroic spirits, and there is no end in sight.
The ordinary resentful souls were pushed to nowhere, only the Gale Army surrounded the place. Their military appearance was neat and quiet, and the violent appearance when they first came out of the pond was gone.
Before and after life, they are all powerful travelers.
Being stared at by tens of thousands of dead people without a word, how much pressure does this bring to the living?
The Blackwater City Army's scalp was numb, and they couldn't tell whether they were scared or shocked. In front of so many military souls, could the formation still protect them? He Chunhua would often loudly encourage his men: "Don't worry, don't be afraid."
, the sky thunder is enough to protect us! When we stand here with peace of mind, we are fighting for the country!"
The talisman array on the ground indeed has a thunder snake wandering around, reminding both the enemy and ourselves that its power is hidden and silent.
The leader of the previous team threw a spear, but it was disintegrated by thunder. No one in the formation was harmed, which also gave everyone peace of mind. Who knew that not only could it use its brains and assess the situation, but it also knew how to send its men to find reinforcements.
Now Wuyang Wuyang's army outside the magic circle doesn't seem to be here to watch the fun. As long as the numbers are gathered, I'm afraid they will launch an attack. What everyone is most worried about is this:
The Heavenly Thunder Formation is indeed powerful, but after all, it is activated by human power, just like a lever. The Heavenly Thunder is very powerful, so your side must at least give one point, right? With the morale of these hundreds of people, and the Sheriff's Sheji Order, can they hold on to the country?
The teacher comes out?
Even He Chunhua was heartbroken.
When an army of heroic spirits assembles, they intend to overwhelm their opponents in terms of momentum. As the saying goes, using troops to attack and conquer the enemy's troops without fighting, then they must have something behind them.
In addition, He Chunhua was particularly worried about Chi Jingnei's eldest son.
In 2017, Sun and his wife were uneasy and kind to the He family. Would the son suffer a big loss if he was alone in the house? Although he sent Zeng Feixiong and others in, how many dangerous mechanisms were inside, could He Lingchuan be able to deal with it?
On the one hand, He Chunhua silently thought that his eldest son was a lucky general and would be able to turn danger into safety, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but worry. If something bad happened to He Lingchuan, then...
"How is this going?"
"Are there any prisoners among the resentful souls?" A commotion among his men interrupted He Chunhua's train of thought. He looked up and was also surprised.
The Gale Army separated from it, making way for hundreds of resentful souls to be pushed out from behind.
These were the first souls to come out of the pool, some were humanoid, some were strange, and more than half of them were even wearing military uniforms and looked like they were soldiers from other camps.
"The coalition is the soul of the Xianba coalition." Yes, the war on the Panlong Wasteland lasted for thirty-two years. This meat grinder harvested not only the lives of the citizens of Xiluo, but also a large number of coalition soldiers.
They also slept in this blood-stained land, and were finally taken away by Dafang Pot, and they could not live in peace after death.
These resentful souls who were originally resentful and howling were driven away by the gale army, and they actually looked panicked. The sky thunder wandering in the talisman array in front made them smell the smell of their nemesis.
He Chunhua's expression changed: "The Gale Army is going to drive them to attack the magic circle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Gale Army gave an order that shook the whole place. Sure enough, swords and guns came out, forcing the resentful souls to rush forward. These hundreds of resentful souls were forced to rush forward with their eyes red, spinning in circles, and finally resisted the power of God.
Rush forward.
The formation was immediately activated, and they were blown away as soon as they hit the sky thunder barrier.
Even so, the resentful spirits are still coming one after another.
All the living people saw the formation flashing and thunder roaring, but the Gale Army outside the formation was still waiting in full formation, and they felt uneasy in their hearts.
When armies are fighting or attacking a city, prisoners of war are sometimes pushed into the front row to serve as human shields. If the opponent cannot bear to attack, one's side can seize the opportunity. This method is cruel but effective and has never been absent in wars of all ages.