Not long after, the old man who went to send the message returned to the room, with an old face full of anger: "We Wentianzong's fleet was called back by the Eight Gate Base halfway!"
"What did you say? Say it again!"
Qiao Yong's face suddenly changed, and he stood up suddenly, spilling the drink all over him and not caring about it.
Wu Jiushang and the second clone also frowned slightly and looked over.
"Young Master!" the old man said angrily, clasping his fists: "In accordance with your order, I will send a message to the reinforcement fleet to inquire.
Qiao Wenhu called back and said that after the Minotaurs withdrew, he had gathered the 200 starships that were reinforcing him and planned to come back together.
Unexpectedly, I received an order from Marshal Gulan on the way, saying that the crisis on our side had come into contact and to withdraw the reinforcement fleet.
Qiao Wenhu disagreed, so Gu Mu forcibly ordered the two hundred starships to return to the Eight Gate Base, and he will arrive soon with Qiao Wenhu and the remaining one hundred starships."
"Shameless, let's ask Tianzong's starship, why does Gulan hold on to it?" Qiao courageously kicked the table over, and his white face turned ashen.
His own fleet was sent to support the Eight Gate Base, but he was attacked and his own fleet could not return to support.
The fleet finally came back. Who would have thought that two-thirds of it would be taken away halfway? What is the difference between this and a robbery?
No one can accept it.
"Marshal Gulan is really overbearing. He can take the alliance's starships at his will. Even our Four Emperors Palace can't do such a thing!" Wu Jiushang said disdainfully, his face full of ridicule.
They, the Four Emperors Palace, have always disliked the sect alliance and wished they could disband it as soon as possible. They were especially unhappy with the leaders of the sect alliance, Shaotian Sect and others.
Could it be that this time there is an opportunity to sow discord, so naturally we cannot let it go.
"Don't be angry yet!"
The second clone frowned, thought for a moment and said, "When Gu Mu and the others arrive, let's ask them what Marshal Gu Lan means.
Even if it is borrowed, there must be a time limit, and you cannot keep it indefinitely."
"General Chi Man is right. He must give an explanation. When Gu Mu arrives later, I will ask him clearly in person."
Qiao Yong sat down with a livid face, he was really angry this time.
However, despite the great power of the Shaking Sky Sect, the Wentian Sect did not have the courage to break away from the sect alliance and fall out with the Shaking Sky Sect, so he could only be angry.
The second avatar picked up the wine glass and continued drinking. He was now less optimistic about the sect alliance.
For the leader of Shaking Sky Sect, let alone fighting with the tauren, it would be very difficult not to start a fight within oneself!
"Look, there's a fleet coming from the sky, it's our symbol!"
"Come on, our fleet is back. With the fleet, I feel at ease."
"That's not right. Why are there only one hundred ships? Didn't we send out three hundred ships in the first place?"
"Maybe they are coming back in batches, they haven't arrived yet!"
Ten minutes later, the Blackstone Ridge base erupted in cheers, and millions of soldiers who were busy in the ruins waved excitedly to the sky.
Under the fiery red sunset, a fleet painted with the Wentian Sect's logo arrived. Together with the flagship, there were a total of one hundred and one ships, just one additional fleet, no one less, no more.
The second clone, Qiao Yong, and Wu Jiu Shang stood on one side of the apron, watching quietly.
Unlike the cheering crowd, the three of them had different expressions.
There's no need to ask Qiao Yong, his face must be livid, it's crazy if his face looks better.
Wu Jiushang looked like he was watching the fun, with disdain on his lips, the kind that was not concealed.
To say that the expression is the most normal, it is the second avatar who is smiling and holding a bunch of flowers in his hand to express welcome.
The hatch opened, and the ninth-level Gu Mu, the dejected Qiao Wenhu and others landed on the ground. This was what they saw.
"Congratulations to all of you, for your great victory over the Minotaur Bastodo tribe, and for raising the prestige of our human coalition!"
Gu Mu bowed his hands in a decent manner, his expression somewhat unnatural. The battle had already been won before his reinforcements arrived.
The tauren who still fought hung up the black flag and won a year of rest. Not only did they gain fame and fortune, they gained both fame and fortune.
If he had known this, he wouldn't have delayed it, and he might have been able to stick to the black flag's light.
"Uncle Pastor Gu, please come inside!"
Although Qiao Yong was furious, he still bowed politely to the ninth-level Gu Mu.
It’s just the smile on this face that absolutely doesn’t exist!
"Nephew Qiao Yong, when you were frightened this time, I knew you were a lucky child!"
Gu Mu patted Qiao Yong's shoulder hard, then said to Wu Jiu Shang, "Thank you!" to the second clone standing on one side, and then walked in first.
As he walked, he looked around and nodded frequently.
For those who didn't know, they thought he was the boss and came here to inspect. He was showing off in full ninth-level style.
"Young Master!" Qiao Wenhu walked over, lowered his head and hugged Qiao Yong.
Logically speaking, he is the elder. Even though Qiao Yong is the young leader, he doesn't have to lower his head, which shows that he is really ashamed.
The second clone took a look and knew that they had something to say, so he followed Wu Jiu Shang and walked inside. He originally felt a little weak towards Qiao Wenhu.
Now, I can't even look down on it.
As the junior disciple of the leader of the Wentian Sect, even if Gu Mu disagrees, he should forcefully bring his fleet back.
What's so scary? Could it be that Gu Mu dared to take action by force?
Isn't Gu Mu afraid of other sects causing public anger?
Such a person, if he were one of his subordinates, would definitely be slapped to death!
"Brother Chiman, you have also seen the situation of the sect alliance. It is not reliable at all. Why don't you just tell your Majesty to join our Four Emperors Palace Alliance?" Wu Jiushang smiled and used his mental power to transmit the message while walking on the road.
"We, Langya, and the Zongmen Alliance only have a cooperative relationship, and it does not count as whether to join or not. As for the Four Emperors Palace, our Majesty will probably not join." The second clone replied calmly with a calm face.
"Look at my brain, your Majesty has the Burning Heaven Sect behind you, so naturally he doesn't like it. Why did I forget about it?" Wu Jiuchang patted his forehead with a look of realization on his face.
The second avatar responded with a look of disdain, this old fox is so bad when he changes his clichés!
The group of people entered a small inner hall. The maid brought tea and left.
Gu Mu asked the second clone about the specific process of the battle, and the second clone did not hide it and explained it roughly.
He just described his fleet as a hundred ships. He suffered heavy losses in the battle with the Minotaurs and only forty ships were left. He hoped that the Eight Gate Base would provide some compensation or a reward.
After all, he was following the orders of Marshal Gulan to bring his fleet to support the Blackstone Ridge base. These demands were not excessive at all.