"Lord Zhan Zong, let's retreat. If we don't retreat, we will really lose everything."
"Retreat, why should we retreat? There are less than three subordinate Zhanzong areas left in the entire 42nd District. If we retreat, what will happen to the other two areas?"
"Besides, this is the center of the entire 42nd District. If you retreat, how will you explain to the War Lord?"
On the tragic battlefield, a war sect looked at the battle ahead with a serious expression, while beside him, two middle-aged men were persuading him.
"Lord Zhan Zong, our Zhan Zong didn't come at all. Maybe the higher-ups simply can't spare the time to stand up for you."
"No, don't forget that the 36th War Lord came here in person. The above has arranged for a Lord Station to come over. Maybe Lord War Lord has something to hold him back."
"But sir, even if there is a Lord War Lord, but Lord War Lord is not here now, there is no point in us holding on. It will only cause more people to die miserably."
Zhan Zong stopped talking. His expression was silent. After a long time, he seemed to have some intention. He sighed and said, "Retreat. You and your people should retreat to the next area."
"What about you, sir?"
"I, I was born here. I was born here and died here. And only with my support can more people be evacuated."
This war sect is already prepared to die in battle here.
"Brother Mu, why are you doing this? The defeat of District 42 is an irreversible fact. If you, Brother Mu, fall, it will be a big loss for District 42. Why don't we evacuate together and wait until the War Lord arrives?
Take it back again.”
Several figures appeared on one side of Murong. These figures were all war sects. Murong knew that these figures were some of the ten war sects brought by the thirty-six war lords.
In the past eight years, more than sixty war masters have died in the 42nd District, and of the ten war masters brought by the thirty-six war masters, only these three are left, and the other seven have also died.
Murong smiled bitterly. He knew that the other party was just saying comforting words to persuade him to retreat, because the entire human race has never been able to recover the areas that were captured by foreign races.
"Don't persuade the Taoist brothers. I have made up my mind. However, the people in my area still hope that the Taoist brothers can take care of me and help with the transfer."
These war sects are not the local war sects in the 42nd District, so Murong knows that there is no reason for them to stay with him to die. Moreover, knowing that it is an act of committing suicide, one of his own is enough. If one less war sect is killed, then
It is to leave more strength to mankind.
"Brothers, please!"
The war sect smiled bitterly. Looking at Mu Rong's determined look, they also knew that they could not persuade them. In fact, this kind of situation happened quite often. Every time an area was occupied by a foreign race, there would always be such a situation.
Some people choose to die with each other.
Not only the War Sect, but also the War Lord!
However, at this moment, something changed on the battlefield!
On the opposite side of the battlefield, fifteen figures rushed out. These fifteen figures directly ignored the battlefield below and headed towards the area where Mu Rong was.
"Haha, none of you humans can escape this time!"
A burst of laughter came out, but this laughter was full of domineering and resounded throughout the world.
In an instant, these fifteen figures came to Mu Rong and others. Seeing these fifteen figures, the expressions of the men beside Mu Rong all changed greatly, and Mu Rong and the three war sects
His brows were also furrowed.
Fifteen strong men in silver armor, that is to say, the opponent is fifteen war sects, and there are only three on their side. The comparison in strength is really huge.
A feeling of despair began to surge into the hearts of everyone present.
"Murong, I wanted to kill you ten years ago, but you escaped again and again. This time, I want to see if you are still so lucky."
One of the fifteen strong men in silver armor on the opposite side spoke. He looked at Mu Rong with a vicious look, "My brother was killed by you, and today I want to use your head to worship him."
My brother."
"Moroso, if you want to take my head, it depends on whether you have the ability."
Mu Rong, without saying anything, looked at each other with the three war sects, and then, the four of them took action almost at the same time.
"Hmph, let's send you four on your way."
On the opposite side, the fifteen strong men in silver armor also took action, and the two sides soon exchanged hands. However, with four against fifteen, the gap was really too big. After the tea time, the four of them were stunned.
They all suffered varying degrees of injuries, among which Mu Rong's injuries were the most serious.
"Mu Rong, today is the day you die!"
Moroso had a ferocious smile on his face. In order to kill Mu Rong this time, he specially invited several other strong men to help him, but he could not let Mu Rong escape.
"Three of you, I will hold them back in the end, and you can break through with all your strength."
Murong sent a message to the three war sects, and then a determined look appeared on his face. He had always been determined to die, but this time, he wanted to use his own death to create an opportunity for the other three to escape.
Mu Rong's whole body was filled with blood-colored light, and his entire skin almost turned into blood. Seeing this scene, the faces of the three war sects showed sadness, because they knew that Mu Rong had chosen to die together.
"Hmph, you humans know how to use this. Do you really think we are unprepared?"
Moroso sneered again and again, and he and several other strong men in silver armor took action at the same time. The gestures of several people changed, and the aura of heaven and earth with them as the center disappeared instantly.
Mu Rong, on the other hand, was like an inflated balloon. It was suddenly punctured and the air leaked, and the blood on his body slowly dissipated.
"If you want to self-destruct, you must have a chance. In short, you will all die this time." Moroso looked at Mu Rong and the three war sects jokingly and said.
"If you want us to die, then some of you will have to be buried with us."
The three war sects also knew that it was impossible to evacuate at this moment. In this case, they could only die in battle, but even if they died, they would have to support them.
"Haha, don't worry, you won't die so soon. I want you to watch helplessly how your subordinates died miserably."
With a cruel look on his face, Moroso's figure flashed, and the next moment he appeared on the battlefield below. With a single palm shot, hundreds of people died.
"Moroso!" Mu Rong roared, but what responded to him was Moroso's wild laughter.
Moroso raised his right hand again, turning into a huge palm, "Today, I will let you look at me like this."
However, just when Moroso's last voice fell, a chill emerged from the bottom of his heart. Before he had time to react, he felt a hand appear at his throat.
, and then, there was a scratching sound, and Moroso's throat was directly twisted by this hand.
At the moment before his death, Moroso glanced behind him and saw a young man standing there with a cold face.
This sudden change caused silence throughout the whole process. Even the battlefield below stopped at this moment. Everyone's eyes were looking at the young man above! (To be continued)