"I don't know when we can gather one million level 3 system soldiers to summon the second golden body of the Overlord?"
Li Wenhao sighed softly in his heart and continued to focus on the battlefield.
It was already around two o'clock in the afternoon.
It started at six o'clock in the morning and has been fighting for four full hours now.
The Langya Army is defending the city, and there is still time to take turns to repair and eat.
The Yan tribe troops under the city have never rested. Coupled with the wrath of the sandstorm formation, even the warriors are already very tired.
"Look, the sandstorm formation has broken!"
On the battlefield, no one knew who shouted, and the soldiers of the Yan tribe who had been holding on in the wind and sand raised their heads blankly.
Sure enough, the whistling in my ears disappeared, the yellow wind and sand that blocked the sky also stopped, the long-lost sunshine came to the earth again, and even the sky became brighter.
"Haha, the sandstorm formation has broken, brothers, charge forward!" In the battle formation, Yan Guangzu shouted excitedly, waving the long knife in his hand vigorously.
"Kill! The aboriginal formation is broken. Open the city gate. Everyone will be rewarded!"
"Brothers, work harder and you can rest after we capture the city!"
"Wuga, Wuga, charge!"
The sandstorm formation that had blocked them for so long, like a scourge from heaven, finally broke, and the Yan Clan army officers were overjoyed.
A total of 100,000 people, in ten square formations, lined up in two rows and charged towards the city wall.
"Little Langya, I think you are still alive this time. Send me the military order. The whole army will attack. We must break the city before sunset!"
On the command platform, Yanguang Zuomu stared at a pair of scarlet eyes and roared, and his originally white lips turned red.
"Sir, the whole army is pressing forward. The formation is too dense. Why don't we slow down a bit?" A seventh-level general from the Yan tribe behind him said a little uneasily.
"Why wait? Our army's trebuchets and cannons have all been destroyed. If we miss today, we will have to wait for several days?" Yanguang Zuomu looked over with a pair of cold eyes, and the seventh-level general had a stern expression.
I'd like to ask, why are you in such a hurry? Wouldn't it be better to wait until the blood tide breaks out before attacking?
Unfortunately, facing Yan Guang Zuo Mu's cannibalistic gaze, he did not dare to speak again.
"What treasures are there in the forbidden area in this ruins that are worthy of Yanguang Zuomu, an old fox, being so eager?"
The second shopkeeper of the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce, Murasakawa Fuji, who was standing in the back and kept silent, narrowed his eyes slightly.
This time, Yanguang Zuomu used threats and inducements, but it cost a lot of money to get him to bring Master Huang to help.
He knew about the forbidden areas in the ruins. Although there must be treasures, Yanguang Zuomu was a powerful eighth-level man and had been the leader of the Yan clan for decades. What treasures had he not seen? As for this?
Two of your three sons died, and you still insist on occupying this place regardless of it?
At first, he thought that Yanguang Zuomu's purpose was to seek revenge from King Langya, but now it seemed that was not the case.
From beginning to end, Yanguang Zuomu was all for the treasures in the forbidden land of the ruins.
"Is it true that in the legend, Emperor Yan escaped from the seventh continent with serious injuries during the ancient betrayal battle?"
Zichuan Futeng suddenly thought of a rumor he had heard occasionally.
But the battle of betrayal in ancient times was so brutal. In the end, the space passage was destroyed by the first plane. The three great emperors of the seventh continent, the Flame Emperor, the Barbarian Emperor, and the Beast Emperor, were surrounded and killed by more than a dozen golden-horned tauren.
He didn't believe it when Emperor Yan could escape.
What's more, if he really escaped, with his identity as Emperor Yan, how could there be no movement on such a big matter?
But now, he is a little shaken!
Think about it, Emperor Yan's ninth-level mysterious weapon "Yanlong Jinge!"
There is also a divine crystal that after the death of a ninth-level powerhouse, can allow an eighth-level powerhouse to quickly perfect the law and enter the ninth-level demigod realm!
"Gudong!" Zichuan Teng swallowed hard, and when he looked at Yan Guang Zuomu's back, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
If the speculation comes true, will these people still be alive?
"Zikawa Fuji, are you feeling unwell?" At this moment, Yanguang Zuomu suddenly turned his head without warning and asked with a faint look in his eyes.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine. I just have a business at home and I need to go to Dilan Continent as soon as possible!" Zichuan Teng was so frightened that he almost flew away.
Cursing secretly in his heart, why was he blinded by lard? He didn't listen to Hei Qi's advice and brought Mr. Huang here!
This is beautiful. I want to curry favor with the Yanguang family, but if I fail, I will lose my life, which is a big loss.
"Business? What kind of business can be bigger than my business? Give it up!" Yan Guang Zuomu turned his head with a trace of sarcasm on his lips.
We've already arrived at his place, how could we possibly run away?
Unfortunately, before he could be happy for even a minute, a seventh-level strong man hurriedly flew from behind, landed next to him, and whispered: "Sir, Baimu Qingfu ran away with the flaming blood and blue light, and all the guards were killed!"
"What, you losers, didn't I tell you to keep an eye on Baimu Qingfu? How could you let him run away with his people?" Yan Guangzuo stood up suddenly, his eyes widening.
"Sir, it's Ancestor Guang!" The seventh-level powerhouse lowered his head with an ugly expression. Although he said half of his words, everyone could understand his meaning.
"Idiot, why did I raise such an idiot!" Yan Guangzuo's whole body trembled with anger, and the crutch in his hand made a loud banging sound.
"Go, send someone to chase him, go to Drew City, Baimu Qingfu must be an undercover agent bought by the Yanjin family!"
"Obey the order!" The seventh-level strongman took the order, turned around and called a few more masters, and flew north together.
"Good fellow, is the internal strife in the Yan Clan so intense?"
When Zichuan Teng heard this later, he felt more and more regretful. The Yan Jin family was now in power.
He seems to be flattering, but if he flatters the wrong person, he might even offend the Yanjin family.
"Ahem!" Master Huang turned around and gave him a very disgusted look, and his face became ugly.
He actually didn't want to come, but he was deceived by Zi Chuanfu.
"Rumble, rumble," the city wall shook violently, and the shouts of killing shook the sky. After receiving Yanguang Zuomu's order, the 300,000 Yan tribe troops charged together.
Looking from the top of the city, it was a mass of darkness, like a tide of human heads, with no edges visible.
There are more than two hundred fire giant phantoms, one next to another, which is quite a bit like the old legend of siege. A large group of dogs are blowing fire against the city wall, which is airtight.
"Bang, bang, bang." The phantoms of Langya Army's battle formation were outnumbered and shattered one after another. Even the phantoms of the golden-armored warriors were broken several times.
"Your Highness, order the cannon to fire, otherwise the city wall will collapse!" Runa Eagle ran over with bloodstains all over his body.
His black face was covered with sweat. The fact that a powerful seventh-level man could be so anxious showed the danger of the battle.
"Wait a minute, order the soldiers to throw fire oil at the city!" Li Wenhao's face was tense, staring closely at the airtight fire giant phantom.
"Why!"
Lunaying had no choice but to turn around and run back: "Throw the kerosene, throw all the kerosene!"
"Boom, boom, boom," the battle roared, and jars of kerosene burned into a sea of fire below the city.
The fire giant phantom of the Yan Clan Army stood in front, not only resisting the arrows and erosion of the flames, but also vigorously attacking the defense line of the Langya Army's phantom.
"Crack, click," finally, a loophole appeared in the defense line, and several sections of the city wall were overwhelmed. Under the attack of the fire giant phantom, large cracks appeared.
"Your Highness, it's time!" Military Advisor Fu Baichuan couldn't sit still.
"Wait a minute!" Li Wenhao's eyes were still firm, but the thin beads of sweat on his forehead exposed his innermost feelings.