The soldiers of Mohan had no intention of resisting at all. Except for a few die-hards, most of them dispersed in a hurry. For fear that they could not run fast enough, they dropped their armor and weapons and ran back as hard as they could.
"Master Tian Guang, the soldiers have all run away, what should we do?"
Under the king's flag, King Mohan stood tall and round, sweating profusely, pulling an old man wrapped in white cloth, and begged loudly: "You are always a fifth-level warlock, think of a way, I don't want to die!"
"The seventh plane has really fallen. As a serial plane, there is such a waste like you!" Imperial Master Tian Guang kicked Mohan to the ground. If it weren't for the fact that it was still useful, I really wanted to kill this guy with one knife.
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A man who used to be quite mighty, a dignified and almost fifth-level master, turned out to be like this.
"Warriors of the Dylan plane, release our spells and let these natives know what extinction is!"
"Oligua, Anaso!"
"Oligua, Anaso!"
Behind Tian Guang, more than twenty people in white robes took off the white cloth on their heads at the same time, revealing their dry white hair and skin, and sang loudly.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
In an instant, strong winds surged up, rolling up yellow sand and penetrating the sky and the earth, forming one large, two small and three tornadoes, which rolled towards the Fire Crow Army like yellow dragons.
"Retreat, retreat quickly, spread out and escape!" Lang Shiqi's face turned pale with fright, and he desperately urged his mount to evade.
Tornadoes move along the migrating team. If you turn around at this time, you can only seek death. Running to both sides to avoid the wind range is the only way to survive.
"Help!"
"Child, save my child!"
"Mom, woohoo!"
The cavalry is fast and can run away a little, but the common people are in dire straits. How can they survive the tornado with two legs?
Screaming, he was swept up into the air, and countless fine sand was thrown at him, like Ling Chi, and he died in an instant, leaving only a large pile of bones flying in the air.
"Sand tribe, I, Wolf Shiqi, am sworn in with you!" Wolf Shiqi's eyes were scarlet red, and he shed big tears as he galloped on his horse.
This is a plane invasion. There is often deep hostility between different races, let alone different planes. In the eyes of the invaders, there is only plunder and killing, and there is no such thing as the same kind.
"These executioners!" Ma Yidao, on the edge of the desert, was equally furious.
It's a pity that he had nothing to do, let alone let the soldiers save him. He could only watch three yellow dragons piercing the sky, swallowing up the fleeing people one by one.
The tornado did not last long, only four or five minutes. After all, such a powerful spell, even a fifth-level warlock, could not last long with the help of a group of third-level warlocks.
But in just four or five minutes, nearly half of the more than 100,000 civilians were killed or injured, and less than a thousand of the five thousand camel cavalry were killed!
"Go, gather these natives, we still need to take them back and harvest the boundary-breaking stones!" Tian Guang put away his spell, gave an order in a dark voice, turned around and got on the carriage.
Behind him, thousands of white-robed sand cavalry swarmed out to gather the scattered people.
The cavalry of the Sand Clan was far from the five thousand that Li Wenhao knew, but nearly ten thousand.
"Damn it, I hate it!"
Ma Yidao stood on the edge of the desert, looking at the surviving people, crying and howling, being caught by these demons wrapped in white cloth again, even though his mouth was bleeding with hatred, he had no choice but to do anything.
"General, General Ma, escape!" A group of camel cavalry escaped, surrounding the unconscious Wolf Seventeen.
"The whole army returns to the city!"
Ma Yidao rode his war horse up to him and took a look. There was no serious trauma on Lang Shiqi's body. He must have fainted due to anger.
"Immediately send a message to the Marquis and report what happened here in detail without any mistakes or omissions!"
Ma Yidao led the cavalry to escort the people back to Shacheng, and several sentinels on horseback headed towards Heigucheng.
At this time, he didn't know that Black Valley City had been captured, and the eagles, pigeons and sentries were heading towards the royal city.
Fortunately, the cavalry passed by Heigucheng, and it was only over a hundred miles from Shacheng to Heigucheng, so it only took the cavalry half an hour at most.
"Relocation of people, large tornado, suspected to be a fifth-level warlock?"
Halfway through the journey, Li Wenhao received a letter from the sentry. After reading it, his expression changed.
First, he was shocked by the strength of the Sand Clan. The Sand Clan lost three thousand camels riding mysterious beasts, but they still had such strong strength, which was beyond his expectation.
Especially for fifth-level wind warlocks, in a desert environment, once a wind spell is cast, it will be difficult for flesh and blood to compete.
Even if he could cast earth spells, he seemed helpless in the face of the tornado.
Second, I don’t understand why people need to be relocated. Mocheng is located in an oasis in the desert, and the cultivated land area is not large.
With so many people migrating there, what should they eat and drink?
If you want to seize labor for mining, just seize the young and strong. Why seize the old, weak, women and children? It will only increase the burden and is of no use unless there is another purpose.
Unfortunately, he couldn't figure it out for a while.
"Send my military order to speed up!"
"Boom, boom," the army moved forward, and after more than half an hour, they successfully arrived at Shacheng.
"Master Marquis, the last general is guilty!" At this time, Lang Shiqi had already woken up. He saw Li Wenhao kneeling on one knee at the gate of the city.
"Get up, you also want to save the people, go back to the city lord's palace!"
Li Wenhao's face was solemn, and he signaled Wolf Seventeen to get up, and called Ma Yidao to him: "Contact some bandits and ask them to inquire around Mocheng. No matter what, we must find out the situation in Mocheng."
"Master Hou!" Ma Yidao clasped his fists and said, "When I was a horse bandit, I knew some sand bandits and asked about them.
In the past few years in Mocheng, no matter whether it was caravans or bandits, no one came out.
Even the biggest bandit in this area, Shalikui, has a team that disappeared in Mocheng. Now when it comes to Mocheng, no one dares to go there."
"No one dares to go, so just throw money at them. I won't believe it. There are still a shortage of desperadoes in the world!" Li Wenhao snorted dissatisfied. Even his brother-in-law didn't have a good look on his face.
The sudden change made his plan of quickly occupying the Mohan Kingdom come to nothing, and he felt very irritable.
The longer the delay is, the more likely it is that the opponent will receive reinforcements, and the more difficult it will be to capture the Super Dark Iron Mine.
As long as the Super Black Iron Mine can be captured, the overall combat power of the Fire Crow Army can be greatly increased in a short period of time. This opportunity cannot be missed and must be won.
Moreover, killing outsiders will increase the explosion rate tenfold, and there are also boundary-breaking stone explosions, so even if some people are sacrificed, it will not be a loss.
"Master Hou, I'll do it right now!" Ma Yidao broke into a cold sweat and quickly resigned.
Nowadays, Li Wenhao feels more and more coercive, whether it is because he has become a Marquis or because he has improved his level.
He didn't realize it himself, but the people around him felt it was different. It was very obvious.