There are dense red and blue dots on the mountain and river sand table in the handsome tent.
Above the mountains and rivers, blue dots are densely packed, forming a large circle on the outside, like an iron barrel.
Inside the iron barrel, there are many vertical and horizontal blue lines, dividing the mountain and river sand table into several plates, and each plate has scattered red dots.
It seems that in no time, the red dot will be eaten away by the blue army until it completely disappears.
However, the white-haired and white-browed figure in the commander's tent stood outside the sand table for a long time, his face flashing with the light of his fate lines from time to time, which was extremely mysterious and mysterious.
The current situation is very good.
There is always a feeling of uneasiness in his heart, which is the intuition of a good planner.
Sometimes, this intuition is the key to life or death.
It wasn't until recently when he reviewed the changes in the red dots on the sand table of mountains and rivers that he was shocked.
The army of ghost slaves has indeed been reduced. Although the eleven clans are at odds with each other, this does not prevent them from working together under his iron-blooded hand.
And whoever can give birth to a half-step nine-level strongman is not the top race in the world, and the strength of the army under his command is not just a ragtag group.
Faced with such a situation and strength, it is naturally impossible for Ghost Slave to gain the upper hand.
But two days ago, he suddenly discovered that under his own division, the ghost slaves were broken into pieces and divided into many animals.
This will make it easier for the army to eat up the ghost slaves.
But just in the past two days, ghost slaves suddenly appeared in the area that was originally cleaned.
This situation...
It’s worth thinking about!
It seems that he is dividing the ghost slaves, but I am afraid that this kind of differentiation is also what the controller behind the ghost slaves wants to see.
If heavy troops were not used to suppress and massacre the ghost slaves, it would be difficult for the eleven tribes' army to eliminate the ghost slaves without paying a huge price.
That's why he used this tactic to surround the army of ghost slaves without killing them, and then release a small group of ghost slaves to quickly eliminate them with dozens of times the strength advantage.
In this way, step by step, with a huge advantage in strength and at the minimum cost, the army of ghost slaves will be eaten.
But now it seems...
The situation is so different. The controller behind the ghost slaves paralyzed himself in this way, allowing more ghost slaves to hide.
Every time it is exposed a little bit, but it is endless.
Ming Changqiu rubbed his forehead.
In just a few days, the ghost slave army changed too quickly. They had a plan before this, but it was limited to the battlefield.
But this time, he used himself to achieve the purpose of developing the ghost slaves.
Calculate your own heart.
Thinking of this, Ming Changqiu's eyes suddenly became sharp.
It seems that the Chaos Ancient Realm is more complicated than I thought.
It is not possible to sweep away the enemy with a large army. The army is just the resources in his hands.
In just two days, the gods behind the ghost slave army have made rapid progress in controlling the ghost slaves.
It was actually possible for the ghost slaves to perform as usual, hiding among the army, and then bursting out at the critical moment.
Plus the ability to do all the math...
A smile appeared on Ming Changqiu's face. He was born into a powerful family of the Ming clan, and he was born to be regarded as one of the top ten thousand people. He showed his talent since he was young and was once the top talent in the Ming clan.
He became famous at a young age, has become a strong man in his middle years, and is expected to become the pillar of the Ming clan in the future.
He has received too much praise and honor.
But……
He is lonely!
Loneliness is like snow.
There are only a handful of people inside and outside the Ming clan who can fight with him. As long as the old guys in the clan don't take action, his planning and strategy are almost invincible.
And the Ming clan is on this path and is the leader among all clans.
Therefore, if he is nearly invincible in his clan, it means that he is nearly invincible in all the worlds.
Lonely, he looked forward to the emergence of an opponent who could equal him.
"Let's take the army of ghost slaves as our sons and see who can have the last laugh!"
Ming Changqiu's eyes boiled with fighting spirit, and at the same time, there was also strong self-confidence.
He longs for an opponent, and he also wants to tell all the tribes in the world that the Ming tribe is invincible.
…
Yehai City.
An ordinary inn.
Sitting in front of Li Baiyi was an ordinary old man. He just sat there, seemingly unnoticed by anyone.
But the strange thing is that compared with the two, Li Baiyi is very dazzling sitting there.
The old man had an ordinary appearance and was eating noodles with relish, with a pot of old wine beside him.
The old man said while eating noodles, "How do you do?"
Li Baiyi frowned. In front of him, there were twenty-seven jade slips.
There are only twenty-seven jade slips, but the information contained in each jade slip is like a dynasty library.
If Li Baiyi was just an ordinary scholar, he would probably never finish it in his lifetime.
The old man ate a bowl of noodles from morning to night...
It wasn't until Li Baiyi suddenly opened his eyes that the old man put down the chopsticks in his hand, opened the wine bottle, narrowed his eyes and took two sips with great enjoyment.
"finish watching?"
The old man spoke.
"It's over!"
"Is there anything you want to say?"
"What should I call you, senior?"
Li Baiyi did not answer the latter's question, but instead asked a question.
"No name in the sky!"
The old man is very straightforward.
Li Baiyi's expression suddenly changed...
"Don't be so surprised, he's just an ordinary old man!"
The old man said, "And the me you see now may not be the real me!"
"All waves are ordinary in the face of time!"
The old man looked at Li Baiyi while holding the wine bottle.
"I've met Senior Changkong!"
Li Baiyi was unusually reserved.
Changkong Wuming narrowed his eyes and his voice became deeper, "Answer my previous question!"
Li Baiyi tapped his fingers quickly on the table.
"If Ming Changqiu is not from the Ming clan, it would be my human scout who took Ming Changqiu away from him!"
"If Ming Changqiu is a descendant of the Ming clan, then he is a fattened pig!"
"No matter what the situation is, it shows that this person, Ming Changqiu, is very important to our human race!"
"And the battle in the Ancient Chaos Territory will never be defeated. As far as the human race is concerned... the outcome in the Ancient Chaos Territory is not critical. We only need the armies of the eleven tribes to stop staring at the border of the human race. As for the inheritance of Wangui Mausoleum
Whatnot, it’s not important!”
"So, senior is here to warn me not to interfere in the chaos of the Ancient Territory!"
Li Baiyi spoke very slowly, trying to make his expressions correct.
"Have a drink!"
Changkong Wuming placed the wine bottle in his arms in front of Li Baiyi.
Then he stood up and was about to leave here.
"senior!"
Li Baiyi quickly stood up.
Changkong Wuming had his hands behind his back, like a little old man. He turned his head slightly and glanced at Li Baiyi.
"Your second guess was right!"
"This is a secret. I can tell it, but you can't!"
"Twenty-seven jade slips are the daily growth experience of Ming Changqiu. It's very superficial. You can see some things, which is okay!"
"The Chaos Ancient Territory will be your training ground. If I am satisfied, I can become my registered disciple!"
"How can I be satisfied? You can figure it out yourself!"