Vol 26 Chapter 3: Treatment (Part 2)

Guo Twelve carefully distinguished that the most intense battle is the central zone. Due to the impact of the rock dragon, the central zone is already in chaos, but the two sides are only attacking each other. Both are in a stalemate, and their own side has not achieved much. Advantage. Behind both sides, there is a reserve team of big teams, from time to time to reinforce the battlefield. The central zone has become a meat grinder, with a large number of casualties.
Guo twelve nodded and said: "I go to the right."
Nanqiang ancestor said: "Okay, leave it to me on the left ..." He screamed, released his altar, and drove to the left. Guo Xia only saw that the altar of Nan Qiang's ancestors was indeed the fifth floor guessed by the handsome old man.
Handsome old man said: "This guy's strength should be pretty good." He is hard to praise people, he said good, then it is really good.
Guo Twelve looked at the sky, the sky was already dark, and because of the numerous flashes of rune light below, the battle between the two sides could still be clearly seen.
The handsome old man said in a deep voice: "Boy, you just fly against the ground, ten meters away from the ground, the rest don't have to worry about it." After the rune flashed, the defense of the altar rose, and he shouted: "Go!"
Guo Twelve turned his head and said: "Uncle Eagle Demon, you are on my left, Nanyou, you are on the right, in a triangle formation, don't mess up, help me to prevent a sneak attack!"
When Guo Twelve's huge altar appeared on the flanks, the professionals of the Gunan family made a crazy cheer. In this era, the altar master is indeed at the pinnacle of his career, at least in this place and his hometown. As for other places, he has not been there, and he does not know the situation.
The altar is like a floating warship. The most terrifying thing is the countless tentacles that extend from the side and bottom of the altar. It seems to be a huge broom. As long as the altar passes, all the professionals are drawn to the side, although not As for the loss of life, but was brutally killed by the Gunan family army that followed, and immediately suffered heavy casualties.
The altar swept back and forth, and there was chaos everywhere. Guo Twelve has n’t used the sacrificial treasure yet. He just used the ancient tentacle tentacles on the altar to get such a big victory. If he uses the sacrificial treasure, even if he does n’t have to use the handsome old man ’s hand, he can use the Moon Blade to kill thousands. people. But he didn't do it because he didn't want to be the executioner. He didn't come to slaughter. He came to fish in muddy water.
The defense on the right was messed up by Guo XII, and the professionals of the Gujin family immediately collapsed.
Handsome old man excitedly said: "Go to the center!"
Guo Twelve flew all the way, and countless tentacles took the opportunity to collect the scattered souls. The handsome old man had already laughed at the flowers. This time the harvest was much greater than the last time.
When the Nanqiang ancestors and Guo XII joined the attacking army, the entire army of the Gujin family collapsed. The ancestors of the other party are not controlled by the ancestors of the family. Once they join the battle, it will be a huge disaster.
In the violent flow of people, unless you are a professional above the holy teacher, you have a little self-protection ability, and other professionals can only follow the wave, completely depending on personal luck. The ubiquitous imaginary character attacks, the countless number of arrow arrows and javelins, and various attribute attacks, if you do n’t pay attention, you will end up with life and death.
Guo Twelve sits at the top of the altar and his face is green, he no longer drives the tentacles to attack the professionals below, because the scene is too bloody. Suddenly, he saw a squad plunge, and everyone was fighting desperately. He even knew the guy in the squad.
He immediately drove the altar to move past, and in an instant, Gu Xizhu's tentacles pulled the seven people onto the altar. He asked: "Nanfeng, why are you here?"
Nanfeng was almost paralyzed on the ground. Although he was a senior saint, he had been exhausted to protect the six players. After gasping for a while, he said, "Ancestor, we rushed too fast ..."
Guo Twelve said in surprise: "I depend, Nanbao? How dare you a child join?"
Nan Baocai is only twelve years old. He is a senior Fu Wu master. He holds a rune knife about the same height as him. He is the only one of the seven who has not been injured.
Nan Bao smiled shyly and said, "My father said ... Join the brutal battle as early as possible to better digest the inheritance."
The handsome old man took over the command to control the altar. He needed more souls, so he needed the altar to fly towards the place where there were many dead people, and Guo XII always failed to meet his requirements. The handsome old man was very dissatisfied with this, taking advantage of his opportunity to speak with the team, and immediately took control of the altar. Guo Twelve didn't care, he knew what the handsome old man wanted.
Nang Xiaotong embraced Nan Bao lovingly and smiled: "Xiao Bao is our lucky star." She is a junior great saint and has a good strength in the team.
Guo Twelve knew in his heart that the task of this team must be to protect Nanbao, otherwise they would not be injured in their entirety, but the little guy had nothing at all, which was not entirely luck.
Nanfeng supported Nanzhao, fed him a Fu Dan, and then bandaged the wound. He said: "I almost couldn't hold on, it was too chaotic, it was too late to defend."
Nanzhao had an arm broken and a deep wound on his face. He was the most injured. Others have some injuries on their bodies. After using Fu Dan, it is basically not a problem. With the protection of the altar, their team is safe.
From time to time, Guo Twelve caught some seriously injured professionals on the altar. As the altar drifted, more and more Gunan family professionals gathered on the altar, and Luo Zhan also began to help the treatment. These people were seriously injured, and if Guo XII was not saved, they would definitely not survive.
As the number of people increases, the altar is no longer large enough. Guo Twelve said: "Let's go back first."
There are also many wounded people on the altars of Eagle Demon and Nanyou. That is, the altar of Guo Twelve couldn't be put down. It was directly thrown up with the tentacles of Gu Xiju. At the altar of the three, there were more than 800 casualties in total, and the Nanfeng squad almost became rescuers.
The three altars returned to the camp with great speed, and found an empty area. Guo Xuan shouted, "Come here!"
A lot of auxiliary soldiers immediately came, all of them were low-level disciples. Guo Twelve used the tentacles of Gu Xiju to put the wounded on the ground and said, "Organize manpower to treat."
Nanfeng said: "Ancestor, let me be in charge here."
Guo Twelve nodded and said, "Okay, if you come to organize the manpower, I will go to the battlefield."
Although the handsome old man was impatient, he did not lose his temper, nor did he scold others. He waited for Guo Twelve to leave the wounded in the camp, and then he controlled the altar to fly to the battlefield. At this time, the army of the Gujin family had completely collapsed, and the sky was completely dark. Now is a good time to truly collect souls.
Sitting on the altar, Guo Twelve said: "Uncle Luo, I hope that the war will not fall in our hometown. Sometimes I think the continent where the North Fumen is located is still closed. If it is discovered by a behemoth like the ancient family, Beifumen has no resistance. "
Luo Zhan thought for a moment, and said: "No, actually ... If it is the ancient family, I would rather join, and I am afraid that those middle-class mainland martial arts will be miserable."
Guo Twelve said: "Well, it also makes sense that the ancient family has a whole set of methods to use and develop the low-level continent. They do not need to rely on a process to conquer, while the middle-level continent's martial arts are different ..." If the backcountry is developed by the state, the local residents can still get a little benefit, even if it is developed by the town, the difference will be even greater.
The big army had chased the defeated soldiers, and the battlefield was silent. Only in the distance, there were still lights flashing, and there were faint bursts of explosions. Guo Twelve's altar followed slowly, because there were countless dead bodies along the way, and the handsome old man controlled the spirit-catching whiskers and collected the soul quickly.
Following the altar are a large number of low-level disciples, who are responsible for collecting corpses and looking for seriously injured disciples. Illuminated by a fugitive lamp, one end of the general camp was illuminated.
Guo XII's altar is very slow, because he controls the handsome old man. This guy is like a greedy vampire, collecting a little scattered soul. The altar wafted back and forth, with countless tentacles flying in the air. Although Eagle Demon and Nanyou have doubts, both of them are indifferent. They just follow Guo XII's altar.
Gradually, they were able to see the large group of people chasing ahead, and also saw countless captives.
The professional who was holding the captive ordered the captive to move the body, collect the storage bags and charms carried on the body, excavate the big pit, and bury the dead body of the dead professional of the Gujin family. As for the bodies of Gunan family professionals, they were set aside, waiting to be carried back.
The army of Gunan clan chased more than 100 kilometers overnight. The Gujin family's army retreated, and finally stabilized its position a hundred kilometers away, establishing a simple line of defense.
In this battle, the Gujin family fell three masters of the virtual altar, seriously wounding two masters of the altar, and the military casualties reached 270,000, of which 90,000 were killed, the corpses ran across the field, and about 100,000 were captured. .
The Gunan clan ’s loss was not small. In addition to the master who fell to a virtual altar, there was also a two-layer altar who was seriously injured. There were also many casualties in the army, a total of 150,000, including 60,000 deaths.
Guo Twelve has put away the altar, and he is standing in the temporary camp. Both Nan Qiang and Nan Qin ancestors are at ~ EbookFREE.me ~ When the statistical data is sent, Guo Twelve was also taken aback. The total number of deaths on both sides is as high as 150,000. It is no wonder that the mountains and fields are full of corpses, and the war is so cruel.
Nanqiang ancestor said: "Wait for a while, the follow-up troops will come up to replace the lossless forward team, and we will attack again."
Guo XII found that the army here is capable of continuous combat. The battlefield has not been cleaned up yet, and the constant force there has already reached the front line.
Rows of tents were erected in the temporary camp, which was a place for senior commanders to rest, including Guo Twelve and other altar masters, all assigned to a tent. Guo Twelve is not tired, but he has to check the harvest of the night battle.
Guo Twelve greeted him and turned to his tent. Luo Zhan and Eagle Demon stayed at the door to wait. Nan You left, and his family also had a team coming over, and it was necessary to arrange it.
After entering the tent, Guo Twelve released the altar immediately and asked, "How old is handsome old man?"
The handsome old man sneaked out of his head and saw him with a frowning smile: "Boy, you are rich ... Hey, this time the harvest is not small, I got a lot of soul fragments, I can condense a lot ... a lot of soul beads. "
Guo XII asked: "How much?"
Handsome old man smiled and said: "Guess!"
Guo Twelve suddenly fainted. He patted his forehead and said, "I'm okay to guess what this is doing, hurry up, how much?"
Handsome old man said: "You guys are really boring!"
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