In the Demon Tribe's commander's tent, the Great Demon Yuzu lightly clenched his pink fist and said: "The first to seventh military tents will attack from the front and break through the human race's frontal position. The eighth to fifteenth military tents will launch an attack from the east side.
, all the other military tents gathered on the west side of the battlefield, stormed the left position of the human race, and sent my instructions to the demon and ghost tribes, asking them to coordinate with the demon tribe to launch an offensive."
"Yes, sir!"
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This day was the first day that Lin Zhao died in battle.
Starting from noon, a total of 23 military tents of the Demon Clan were launched in a full-scale attack. In the afternoon, the Demon Clan used the strength of fifteen divisions from the flanks, with a total of 1.5 million Demon Clan cavalry, to attack the eastern camp of the Human Clan.
At dusk, the attack horns of the ghost tribe sounded, and suddenly the mountains and plains were filled with ghouls and giant-mouthed ghosts. There were scarlet gargoyles screaming in the sky, and on the earth, there were putrid savages all over.
Driven by the Necromancer, the giant war corpses carried huge weapons and fought together towards the snowy Tianchi.
From the snowy Tianchi to Jiuzhangyuan, within a vast area of dozens of miles, the human race has deployed a total of 64 camps. At this moment, these camps are desperately resisting, rushing to help each other, and using rivers, trenches, antlers defense and other advantages to continuously intercept, so that
Every time the Demon Clan captured a fortress, they had to pay a huge price. On the east side, the Demon Clan's cavalry encountered a forest of spears and arrows flying like rain. Under a single charge, tens of thousands of the Demon Clan's elite cavalry could not even charge.
Even if he could not set down a fortress, his own cavalry would be pierced countless times by spears. When the demons retreated from the first wave of offensive, the corpses of demon cavalry and war horses were all over the ground.
On the west side, the ghost tribe's offensive was also violently intercepted. More than ten human camps relied on each other, separated by rivers and trenches. The artillery shells on the camps rained down, so that after several hours of fierce attack by the ghost tribe,
, just relying on the advantage of the wild giant zombies to level a fortress, if you want to make any further progress, you still have to pay the price of thousands of soldiers.
At this time, the troops of both sides were intertwined on the vast plain north of the snow-covered Tianchi, and they were already fighting each other. Even if the big demon Yuzao could see the tricks of the opponent's layout, he could no longer retreat.
Therefore, she could only order a continuous attack and send all the power of the demon clan to conquer the snow-covered Tianchi within three days.
However, things backfired.
For five full days, millions of troops from both sides were still fighting bloody battles in the north of the snowy Tianchi. In the end, they advanced for a full twenty miles at the expense of the monsters, demons, and ghosts.
, Lin Zhao had only 21 of the 64 forts originally deployed in the north, and they were still resisting desperately.
At this moment, a military immortal energy array arranged by Han Xin deep underground in the snow-covered Tianchi is constantly operating. This immortal array is like a huge funnel, constantly guiding the destiny of the four northern tribes.
The combat power, fighting spirit, and fighting spirit sank, overwhelming the opponent's combat power to a great extent. At the same time, it fed back the human race's combat power, so that every human warrior who stepped onto the battlefield was full of fighting spirit and a suit of armor.
artistic conception.
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In the afternoon of this day, the demon clan sent many upper-level five-level demons to attack and kill the human camp. The human camp suffered extremely heavy losses. At this time, the old commander Chen Wanli led the human monks down the mountain to intercept and kill them.
Under a radiant light, Chen Wanli, a peak martial artist in the Twelve Realm, entered the enemy group, waved his fists, and blasted a Guizhen Realm demon monk back dozens of miles on the spot. His body crashed through the hill. When he stopped, only
No one would have thought that Chen Wanli would have such a terrifying power. Immediately afterwards, the demon clan sent five great demons of the twelve realms to besiege Chen Wanli, but the old commander was fearless and waved his iron fists like thunder.
, resisting the siege of many big monsters.
At this time, Chen Wanli, with the back-feeding of the Soldier Immortal Qi Jue Formation, was close to the legendary top martial arts realm of the Thirteenth Realm!
At dusk, one of the five Twelve Realm great demons who besieged Chen Wanli had his head wrenched off by Chen Wanli, one had his arm broken by Chen Wanli, and one was punched in the abdomen by Chen Wanli.
It was a mess, but fortunately the big demon's physical body was strong, and it was able to seal the injury, and retreated towards the north.
Chen Wanli was also seriously injured. His back was scratched by a twelve-level sword cultivator with more than ten sword marks, and his arms were covered with scars from the demon monk's spells. But this human race veteran
Without any intention of retreating, he stood in front of a human camp with his arms folded and sneered: "Yu Zha, if you have the ability, send more people from the upper five realms. I, Chen Wanli, will take over!"
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In the Demon Clan's handsome tent.
Commander Yu Zhi gritted her teeth in anger. She raised her head and glanced at everyone, and said in a cold voice: "Chen Wanli must be eliminated."
"Um."
A 13th-level monster monk gently nodded: "It's just that, with the feedback from the Soldier Immortal Qi Jue Formation, Chen Wanli's level has invisibly increased by half a step, and he is already close to most of the 13th-level warriors, let alone
The demon clan of the Twelve Realm, even the Thirteenth Realm, may not be able to defeat this Chen Wanli. If you really want to kill him, at least three or more of the Thirteenth Realm must be used!"
"Then transfer someone!"
Yu Xie said angrily: "Whoever comes, please immediately send a message to Zushan by Feiyu and ask Lord Demon Ancestor to send three more seniors from the Thirteenth Realm to the battlefield. In this battle, I will send a sufficient number of Thirteenth Realm to hunt down this damned Chen."
Thousands of miles!"
"Yes, sir!"
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On the battlefield on the east side, the demon cavalry drove straight down, but in front of a camp, they were intercepted and killed by the Fusu Great Wall people. Lu Xinghe, the old swordsman of the Thirteenth Realm, personally sat on the battlefield. A ray of sword light was handed out, and the demon fell instantly.
He recruited more than a thousand cavalry, and the rest of the Fusu Great Wall Sword Immortals and Warriors also sat on the battlefield in an area to intercept and kill the demons so that they could not move southward.
The human artillery kept roaring, and the demons' losses were unimaginably huge.
At that time, the demon clan commander was in his tent.
Su Chan, the commander-in-chief of the three armies of the Demon Clan, stood in front of the sand table with his brows furrowed and said: "It has been five full days. Our God Clan's 1.5 million cavalry went south, but we have only advanced less than twenty miles!"
Princess Mingyu frowned slightly: "What's more important is that in these five days, our God Clan has lost more than 300,000 cavalry. In the history of our God Clan, have we ever suffered such a big loss?"
A counselor said solemnly: "Your Royal Highness, Commander Su, I think this is Lin Zhao's plan. He used himself as a bait to lure the four northern tribes into the game, just to lure the enemy deeper and make us sink deeper into the battlefield.
I have carefully explored the special features of the human camps. They are arranged in a grid pattern and can quickly reinforce each other. Once we launch an offensive, we will be tightly entangled in this big net. If we want to break free, we have to pay.
This was only possible at a considerable cost.”
"The lives of three hundred thousand cavalrymen are the price."
Su Chan frowned and said: "Now that we are on the verge of death, we can only continue to attack to expand the results. The Demon Clan has almost come out in force, with a total of 26 military tents on the battlefield. If our God Clan can do anything,
If we keep it, the demon tribe will definitely attack. Huh, I am most afraid of what kind of dirty tricks that woman Yu Zhi will do, so I have no choice but to pass the order. The cavalry in front is empty, so I will continue to reinforce the troops until the human tribe's fortress is destroyed.
Until they are all flattened!"
"That's right."
Princess Mingyu said: "We are less than ten miles away from the Snowy Tianchi. As long as we attack the Snowy Tianchi, it will be like crushing the backbone of the human race. By then, they will be defeated like a mountain."
"Um!"
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In the blink of an eye, two days later, there were only five pitiful human camps left in the north of the snowy Tianchi. Nearly 100,000 human soldiers guarded the five camps and were still fighting bloody battles.
At this moment, a wisp of snow-white sword energy fell from the sky and landed hard on a fortress. It was instantly washed with blood and almost split the entire fortress into two.
Immediately afterwards, a majestic fist surged out from the snow forest, and a warrior from the Twelve Realm Demon Clan crushed the defenses in front of a fortress into powder with a fierce punch.
Several more people fell from the air, and various terrifying spells erupted in the crowd, constantly blasting the human warriors into a shower of blood.
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"Asshole!"
On the snowy Tianchi, Young Master Yu held a pink fist and frowned: "How many thirteen realms have the demon clan sent?"
"Seven."
Qin Yushan put one hand behind his back and looked extremely serious. This great monk of the thirteenth level of the human race was already the leader in the world of the human race. However, facing seven demons of the thirteenth level, he still hesitated. He really tried his best.
If you don't need your own great cultivation, you will fight against the opponent? If you are outnumbered, you will die in the end.
At the moment when Qin Yushan hesitated, the old commander Chen Wanli took a step forward and said: "I will go meet them. The top monks on the human race always need someone to come forward."
"Old handsome."
Qin Yushan frowned: "It's not that I, Qin Yushan, am afraid of death, but if I go like this, I will really die."
"So what if I die?"
Chen Wanli laughed: "Chu Huaixi can die, Lin Zhao can die, and I, Chen Wanli, can die too! Qin Yushan, you stay and take charge of the camp!"
As he spoke, the old commander's whole body was filled with fist energy, turned into a ray of light and went straight towards the seven thirteenth realm demons, shouting: "Human race, Chen Wanli, is willing to fight to the death with you!"
At the same time, there was also a ray of light rising into the sky on the east side, and a man was seen running towards the seven thirteenth realm demons like a flying sword. He smiled and said: "Human race, Lu Xinghe, is willing to fight to the death with you!"
In the blink of an eye, two human masters and seven demon clan thirteenth realms rushed towards the distant snow forest and chose the battlefield on their own.
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Just in front of a human camp that had been captured by the demon clan, a foggy figure stood up from the sea of blood and corpses. He was dressed in white armor and a cloak, carrying an ancient sword filled with fairy energy behind him, and a handsome face.
With sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief and appeared on the battlefield in the form of a soul. This was something he had never expected.
Not far away, a gray and burly figure also stood up from the battlefield. It was Bai Lan, the great demon of the Thirteenth Realm who had been killed by the formation.
"It's been seven days..."
Bai Lan laughed dumbly: "The first seven are back?"
Lin Zhao looked at him and gently raised his hand to hold the hilt of the Dragon Slayer Sword.
"Okay, okay..."
Bai Lan waved his hands repeatedly, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "They are already dead, why should we fight?"
