The wind roared from a distance, rolling up the overwhelming yellow sand.
Outside the town, an army of 100,000 tiles was like a black cloud, circling across the vast wilderness outside the town.
Chinese Army.
There are various exquisite tributes placed on a gorgeous long table.
Dama, the military advisor and high priest of the Wara Kingdom, was dressed in a snow-white robe and tied with a knotted belt made of countless rags around his waist. He walked forward respectfully and solemnly dragged the incense he held in his hand into the incense burner.
Taking the sheepskin drum painted with totems such as horses and eagles that his subordinates brought him, he danced with his arms raised and muttered something.
"Goddess of Immortality, Dama is asking you to hear my voice in front of the battle today, and use your divine power to bless my Wala army to be invincible!"
As he moved, the small bells on the drum jingled. In the dim yellow sand, the blood-colored sheepskin drum looked particularly eye-catching and strange.
His movements became faster and faster, and the little bells on the drum became louder and louder.
Suddenly, Dama raised her hand and threw the drum in her hand.
The big blood-colored leather drum suddenly flew into the air, and his body also rose up from the ground.
On the leather drum, Hua Man fell, and the huge blood-colored leather drum was suspended in mid-air, while Dama's feet landed on the leather drum, and they were suspended in mid-air together with the leather drum.
He slowly spread his arms, and the snow-white robe on his body was blown high by the wind, reflecting his face that exuded a dusty aura, as elegant as a fairy, and as if a god was coming to the earth.
Hooray!
All the soldiers and horses of Wala, from generals to small soldiers, all bowed their heads to the ground and knelt before him.
"Immortal God may bless Wala to be invincible!"
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The pious voice overcame the sound of the wind, like a muffled drum beating between heaven and earth.
On the wall of Longmen City, the Northwest Army guarding the city looked at the big drum hanging in mid-air, all showing signs of shock.
Naturally, they had already heard a lot about the rumors about Wara Military Advisor Dama.
However, he was the first person to see it with his own eyes.
How can a person be suspended in midair?
Could it be said that he is really the messenger of God?!
The soldier's heart naturally lifted.
They are not afraid of fighting with others, but if the other party is a divine army blessed by God, can they defeat it?
On the big drum, Dama slowly raised her right hand.
Everyone was silent.
"I grant you victory, and you need to sacrifice the blood of your enemies to me. Now, go and tear them apart with your knives, just like wolves devouring lambs as a matter of course!"
Dama waved his right hand fiercely, and a flame immediately shot out from his hand into the wind, and took advantage of the wind to reach the sky.
Seeing the fire flashing in mid-air, the hearts of the guards on Longmen City were shaken once again.
On the side of the altar, the envoy in white robes immediately beat the war drums. Amidst the sound of the drums, an army of 100,000 tiles rushed towards Xiting Town like a tide.
The shouts of killing and the sound of horse hooves were shocking.
"Don't be afraid, everyone, he is not an envoy at all!" Guard Yang Dongqiang pulled out the knife in his hand with a clang, "Defend the city with all your strength!"
Having been guarding the city wall all night, at this time, not to mention his subordinates, even Yang Dongqiang's voice had become extremely hoarse. His voice was quickly drowned amidst the sound of wind, drums and rushing.
"Archers, prepare!"
Yang Dongqiang flew up to the battlements and shouted loudly, and the messenger quickly passed it on.
At this time, the defenders who had been preparing with arrows finally heard the order, and they all aimed their arrows at the rushing Oara soldiers.