After the group of young prisoners put on the black iron heavy armor, they were still as indifferent as before, but their eyes were a little sharper, and the vigorous fighting spirit was hidden under the indifferent expression, with a hint of low solemnity. .
These people may have been born to kill. They are calm, persistent, and indifferent to everything.
If a person can ignore his own life, what can stop him?
A figure rushed from afar and arrived in front of everyone in a short while. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes that he couldn't believe what he saw before him, so that his voice actually trembled when he spoke to the lazy young man.
"Master, you are finally back. Hurry up! Go and save the general!" A trace of anxiety appeared on the old man's face. This series of great changes broke his previous calmness and peace.
"Is General Iron Tiger still in the city?" The carriage curtain was slightly opened by a white hand. Catherine looked a little worried, "What is the current situation?"
"The city is broken." Although the old man didn't know who the girl in front of him was, he could see her noble status from the respectful attitude of everyone. He bowed slightly and said, "The general led the remaining warriors into the enemy's formation. Life or death is uncertain* *****”
"Life or death is uncertain." With a hint of grief and anger on his face, the lazy young man jumped off his horse, knelt down on one knee and asked in the direction of the carriage, "Please speed up the march to save my father!"
A general beside the carriage had a slightly unhappy face. He looked at Catherine in the carriage, obviously wanting her to make this decision.
No matter whether these 200,000 troops were temporarily transferred from various cities, whether they arrived late or left late, the outcome in his mind was certain. All that was left was who would bear the responsibility.
Catherine frowned slightly, and was about to speak when she heard Yeyue's voice, "A 200,000-strong army marching over a long distance to attack a 500,000-strong army, not to mention the support of a large magician group. Isn’t this sending someone to death?”
A trace of sadness flashed across the young man's eyes. How could he not have thought of this? But remembering that his father was fighting in the military formation at this moment, while he was watching coldly, how could he do it?
"The army is stationed here, don't go any further." There was a hint of majesty in Yeyue's voice, which made the general beside the carriage involuntarily cast an inquiring look at Catherine.
Walking up to the young man who was holding a long knife in his hand and almost bleeding from the corner of his mouth, Ye Yue had a smile that he hadn't seen for many days on his face, neither sad nor happy.
"I will save your father, you, and them," Yeyue pointed at the group of indifferent teenagers and said, "Be my subordinates."
"As long as you can do it, why don't I give my life to you!" The young man tilted his head and snorted coldly, but he obviously didn't believe what Ye Yue said.
Yeyue ignored the young man and turned around to walk in the direction of the carriage. The corner of her mouth was slightly raised, but it was a slightly weird smile.
He opened the curtain of the carriage and saw Catherine and Bisi who smiled mischievously at him. The two women who knew Yeyue's strength the most didn't seem to worry about what would happen at all and sat there calmly. This, Even everyone present secretly admired him.
"Wait for me, I'll be back soon."
In the blink of an eye, only Ye Yue's back was seen ten meters away, a long and generous smile came from his mouth, and then the surrounding area instantly fell into a shadow.
"A giant dragon! It's a giant dragon!!!", the soldiers around him shouted one after another, but they changed from the previous lifelessness, with a hint of pride, "It's a real giant dragon! Look, it has...
Cyan! Cyan dragon!"
The dragon god in mainland legend is a giant blue dragon.
Yeyue stood on Buck's back, looking at the lonely city in the distance.
"Look at the warrior on the dragon's back. With him here, what are we afraid of?! We will win!" I don't know where the voice came from, and then it spread like a tide.
After a while, they gathered into a loud thunderous noise.
The lazy boy looked at the figure in the sky with an expression of disbelief, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground, unconsciously******
Must win!!!
Yeyue felt the cold wind blowing against her face, but she did not hear the mountain-like shouts that erupted from the sea of people below under Sola's deliberate guidance.
He who can easily destroy an army of 100,000 people with a forbidden spell by raising his finger is an unparalleled strong man.
But not a hero.
As the sun set, the shouts of killing seemed to disappear into the desolate sky just like yesterday's noise. Blood rose, soldiers fell one by one, and there were still countless sword shadows falling in the direction of that figure.
Killing one person in ten steps, killing thousands of miles, is only a mere fifty thousand people******
"Surrender," a slightly hoarse voice sounded again, "If you are willing to surrender, I guarantee that your status in the Tianfeng Empire will not be lower than mine!"
However, the ink-armored long sword did not stop at all. Every time the blade flashed, it took away lives one by one like a harvest. In the end, the soldiers only dared to stand a hundred meters away, looking at
The general who looked like a murderous god did not dare to step forward.
The long knife was covered with blood foam, reflecting the blood on the armor of General Mo Jia, and the somewhat pale and determined face, "Surrender? Joke******"
The hand holding the knife was already shaking a little, but the blade was still facing the soldiers who seemed to be rushing forward at the next moment. His lips were a little chapped due to lack of water. He licked them, but they tasted like blood.
The people of the Tiemu family can only die, not surrender!
The ground was covered with mud, and the slightly dark brown blood was solidified in the lumps of mud turned up by the trampling, giving off a fishy smell.
"How long have you been holding on here? Why have no reinforcements arrived? You know what this means. Are you still stubborn about how the Holy Empire Royal Family treats you like this?" The hoarse voice seemed to suddenly rise because of anger.
"I advise you to surrender out of respect for your talent. Do you really think that I am not willing to kill you?"
"If you want to kill, just do it!" General Mo Jia had a hint of exhaustion on his face, "I'll kill a few more, and then I can go down and accompany my brothers******"
"You ******" The old voice was obviously angry, "This small town has blocked my army of 500,000 for three days and three nights. You are very good, very good!!!"
After saying two good words in a row, the voice suddenly became a little sinister, "The magician group is ready to kill the enemy general Tie Hu! After taking Lingxue City, kill them all, old and young!!!"
This will lead to massacre of the city!
"General." In an ordinary military tent not far from General Mojia, a middle-aged man who looked like an adjutant said to an old man, "There are two hundred thousand enemy troops stationed twenty miles away in the south.
Is there something wrong with massacring the city?"
"It's just a bunch of rabble," the old man scolded, "In this holy empire, once Iron Tiger dies, who else can stop my army from going south?"
"But it is said that there seems to be a **** in the imperial city," the deputy general asked inquiringly.
"Step back." The old man was obviously a little tired and said calmly, "I have my own concerns."
"yes."
****
In Lingxue City, countless women and children were pulled up to the city wall, and their mournful cries could be heard clearly even by General Mo Jia.
"Before you die, my old friend wants to give you some gifts." The old voice sounded again, but it was sinister and seemed a little weird.
Ropes were hung over the heads of the women and children, and then someone picked them up and threw them down from the city wall.
The huge momentum caused those people's heads to break in mid-air, and the corpses that fell into the moat had their heads missing.
"The two armies are fighting, no women or children will be harmed!" General Mo Jia's eyes were about to burst, his blood-stained sword pointed in the direction of the voice, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes due to shock and anger.
Jumping off the pile of corpses, I saw him running towards the military tent, surrounded by soldiers along the way, but he was turned into powder by the faint golden fighting spirit.
The intense anger actually caused the ink-armored general to break through the eighth-level martial arts realm and become a ninth-level powerhouse.
What role can a strong man who has exhausted his energy play? What's more, even a great martial saint at his peak is not enough in front of a large group of magicians.
Countless thorns turned into powder in the fighting spirit. However, when the chanting sound fell, a lightning bolt as thick as an arm struck the faint golden fighting spirit, instantly knocking the ink-armored general a hundred meters away.
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Ninth level compound magic, Thunder God’s Wrath!
The Mojia general stood up with difficulty under the support of the long sword, but he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He was obviously seriously injured.