Vol 2 Chapter 233: remarkably brave

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The desolate sound of the horn spread across the mountains and awakened the sleeping city.
As the main altar of the Witch God Sect, Jingshan City has a population of close to half a million, and there are monks who follow the wizarding system in the city.
There were only 25,000 defenders, and for a city with a population of 500,000, the military strength was really weak.
But this is not that the Sorcerer Sect has insufficient troops, but that it is unnecessary.
Here is the main altar of the witch sect. There are sculptures of the witch gods, a great wizard of a rank, and a large number of masters in the wizard system. There is also a large-scale Wufu. . .
It is no exaggeration to say that Jingshan City's defensive strength and overall strength are no worse than Dafengjing City.
Twenty thousand defenders stationed in the barracks in the city swarmed out, six thousand cavalry, fourteen thousand infantry, from the generals to the soldiers, all at a loss.
Who is bold enough to attack Jingshan City?
Throughout the history books, since the birth and preaching of the Witch God Sect in the northeast in ancient times, there has been no war in Jingshan City.
Twenty thousand troops walked along the opened road, bypassed the peaks of Jingshan, and reached the seaside in the dust.
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Waves of black light flew up from the city, like dense meteors, passing over the peaks of Jingshan and landing on the coast.
The wizards, led by the city lord Nalanyan, stared into the distance and saw twenty huge warships coming through the waves on the sea far away.
Nalanyan is eight feet tall, with a thick beard covering half of her face, and her brown hair is naturally curly.
This city lord is a wizard at the pinnacle of the Fourth Stage and a warrior at the pinnacle of the Fourth Stage. He can cross the threshold of "Xianfan" in only half a step and become a third-rank master with a long life.
Nalanyan has another level of identity. The Sorcerer Sect has three Linghui wizards (third rank), one great wizard (first rank), and the three spiritual wizards are the national teachers of the Three Kingdoms of Jing Kangyan. They are not in the main altar on weekdays.
The great wizard is obsessed with shepherd and lives a life of idle clouds and wild cranes.
The city lord of Jingshan City was originally a second-rank rain master, but in the battle of Shanhaiguan, the second-rank rain master was lured into the enemy by Wei Yuan, and he was killed by the Buddha.
Nalanyan was the son of that second-grade rain master.
As the sun rises and the sea is rippling with golden light, Nalan Yan squinted his eyes, looked deeply at the Tsing Yi on the bow, and suddenly sneered.
In addition to wizards and defenders, there are also some people with uneven cultivation bases, but there is absolutely no shortage of masters. A moment later, they arrived at the coast, but they didn't come close. They watched from a distance.
These martial artists are scattered people in Jingshan City, in Dafeng's words, they are people of the world.
"That's Dafeng's battleship..."
"Wei Yuan is the one at the bow of the boat, that suits Wei Yuan's legend in Tsing Yi."
"You really deserve to be a military god. I heard that the Dafeng army he led encountered strong resistance in the Yan Guojie. I was still feeling that Wei Yuan was nothing but that...Who would want him to break directly from the sea."
"But it's also looking for death, isn't it."
"Hey, Wei Yuan's move is wonderful, but I have no flaws in the Sorcerer Sect. Even if he is a military god, he can only pit it hard. These twenty warships are a pity."
The people in the arena talked with a relaxed look, even with a smile, their relaxedness made sense.
The general altar of the Witch God Sect, Jingshan City, is adjacent to Wang Yang, surrounded by the three kingdoms of Yan, Jing, and Kang guards. It has been a thousand years, whether it is the Central Plains, the North, or now the largest power in Kyushu, Buddhism.
But one time he came to the general altar of the witch sect?
Not once.
why? Wouldn't others build ships to cross the sea?
Because of two words: Rain Master!
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On the cliff of Jingshan, the great wizard Sharon Agu, dressed in hemp-colored robes and holding a lamb in his arms, overlooks the sailing warship.
Inspired by the hemp-colored robe, a burst of glass-colored energy bulged around him, extending towards the surrounding environment.
Gradually, he seemed to merge with heaven and earth, and Sarun Agu let out a breath.
This tone was like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger, turning into a terrible storm.
Suddenly, a violent wind blew on the calm sea, the blue sky was overcast with clouds, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down.
The waves are surging one after another, pushing higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye, the originally calm offshore sea is shrouded in storms.
The twenty warships were huge in size, but in the face of the forces of nature, they appeared fragile and small, like flat boats. With the ups and downs of the waves, sometimes even the entire ship was thrown up, smashed down again and again, splashing the waves.
On the deck, the artillery and the bed crossbow tipped over, and some flied out and plunged heavily into the ocean.
The crew and sailors hugged everything that they could hug tightly around them to avoid the fate of falling into the ocean or being killed on hard objects such as masts and artillery.
The soldiers in the cabin were even more miserable, sometimes rolling to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes abandoned high, and hit heavily.
Hundreds of soldiers died one after another in such a large-scale chaos because of the dense population.
And all this is not worth mentioning the fate they are about to encounter.
Their fate is: to be swallowed up by violent waves at any time.
The second grade wizard, known as the rain master, had a fickle climate in ancient times. During the drought, the human tribes in the northeast would offer sacrifices to the witch gods and pray for their help.
The wizards received the sacrifices and arranged the ceremony to pray for rain to heaven.
The sorcerer who presides over the ceremony is usually the second-grade wizard, in other words, only the second-grade wizard is qualified to preside over the ceremony, so the second-grade wizard has the title of rain master.
In fact, praying for rain is just one of the means for the second-tier wizard to manifest.
The real core ability of the second rank of the wizard system is to borrow a part of the power of the heaven and earth through the interaction with the heaven and the earth.
Therefore, there are second-rank or higher wizards sitting in the main altar, and any enemy who attempts to cross the sea is seeking his own death.
The wizards and the defenders watched this scene quite easily, watching the Dafeng battleship like floating in the rain, precarious.
And those Wufu scattered people laughed unscrupulously.
"Is this coming to fight? No, this is coming to die."
"Isn't Wei Yuan nothing more than that? They all talk about how good he is. I saw you today, that's all?"
"Hey, it's not bad to dare to cross the sea and kill to the main altar."
"The warship is full of armaments, bed crossbows, artillery, well-made armor and swords, and when the Dafeng fleet is destroyed, we will go to sea and make a profit."
At this time, the turbulent sea rushed into a tide that covered the sky and covered the sun, and the snow-ridge-like tide of Yucheng was surging to the earth, and the sound was like a thunderbolt, pushing layer by layer toward the Dafeng fleet.
After accumulating for a long time, he finally launched a killer move.
There is no fleet in the world that can save itself in the Great Wall-like tsunami, even if the battleship is engraved with the formation.
How can we contend with the mighty forces of nature in a mere array?
"Wow..."
Between heaven and earth, high-pitched roars echoed one after another.
In the eyes of everyone, the tide that should have destroyed the ancients seemed to freeze, there was a pause for a few seconds, and then it collapsed, collapsed with a bang, as if it had lost the strength to support itself.
Although the tsunami was taller and longer than the city wall, the tsunami was not slapped, but the force formed by its collapse still nearly capsized twenty warships.
On the coast, the masters, armies, and wizards of the powers of the Witch God Sect, their expressions changed slightly to follow the prestige. They saw the foamy sea surface, from time to time bulging out thick and scaly bodies.
Northern Monster Race, Jiao Bu!
Descendants of Gods and Demons, Flood Dragons.
The dragon comes ashore as a walking dragon, and entering the water is also called a mackerel.
They are natural water tyrants, capable of manipulating water spirits, both making waves and calming storms.
Looking around, the dragons riding the wind and waves, with a loud and reverberating roar, there were hundreds of dragons, and the dragons almost came out of their nests.
The rough sea suddenly became much docile, but it was not completely calm.
The crackling torrential rain turned into regular light rain.
The two forces that manipulate the water spirits fight to achieve a delicate balance.
"Jiaolong is a northern monster clan."
"It's no wonder that Wei Yuan dared to cross the sea, relying on the flood dragon for help."
Nalanyan's face was dark, and he said faintly: "No surprise, if you're not sure, he won't come. Let the army retreat, and when Fengjun comes ashore, he will immediately stop him."
As soon as this order was given, I heard a muffled sound from the sea. A few seconds later, a pit was exploded on the beach not far from everyone, and shrapnel and shock waves swept around.
More and more shells came, attacking the defenders and wizards on the shore.
"Retreat, retreat immediately."
A general roared loudly, waved a flag, and ordered the soldiers to retreat.
As soon as he finished shouting, a cannonball happened to land beside him, with a "boom", the flames expanded, and the general was blown out.
He was not dead, but the bronze-skinned iron-bones broke the spot and was seriously injured.
This is why Nalanyan asked the army to evacuate. The Dafeng warship is equipped with artillery and bed crossbows. It is powerful, has a long range, and has a large number. The end of defending the coast is to be bombarded to death.
It was originally thought that the magic of the Great Wizard could wipe out the entire army of the battleship group, and the participation of the Dragon Head in the battle caused the shamanism to lose this advantage.
The better response right now is to withdraw the troops, and then use to defend the mountain roads and forests of Jingshan City.
And this task can only be filled with the lives of the defenders. The battlefield is the home of the wizard. Unfortunately, this is not the battlefield, but the base camp of the wizard.
The most terrifying corpse tactics are gone.
The point is, even if a huge number of corpse soldiers can be attracted with the fierce war, these corpse soldiers are probably from Jingshan City.........
In addition, bad decisions.
As for the best strategy, from Nalanyan's point of view, it is actually simple. As long as the great wizard takes action and kills the attacking Tsing Yi on the spot, the army of Dafeng will have no leader, and its combat power will be directly reduced by half.
Wei Yuan is an ordinary man who has completely abandoned his cultivation.
Boom boom boom!
One after another shells hit the coast, one after another crossbow arrows sneaked into the ground, causing huge damage to the Vulture Sect army, and the scene fell into chaos.
The Dafeng battleship is like a broken bamboo, close to the coast.
At the bow of the ship, he stood proudly dressed in Tsing Yi, but his eyes were not on the people on the coast, but on the top of Jingshan Mountain, with the pockmarked robe.
Alone on the cliff, the sun is shining and the wind is beautiful.
One person is in the ocean, overcast with clouds and rough waves.
The world seems to be divided into two distinct halves.
Two pairs of gentle eyes looked at each other in the air.
At this moment, in the southwest direction, a black light escaped, stopped in the sky above the Wizard Sect, and with a wave of the big sleeve, dozens of shells were shot out.
"Elder Ilbo..."
The wizards breathed a sigh of relief. Their curse, corpse control and other methods could not be used against the Dafeng army in the air, and the wizards who were not good at defense could not even block the artillery attack.
The fifth-grade Zhuji and the fourth-grade Dream Witch can summon the heroic spirits of Wufu and transform themselves into unparalleled warriors. But this does not make sense, because there must be a greater number of high-grade martial arts on the Dafeng warship.
People are the real martial artist.
It's not that the wizard is not strong enough. On the contrary, the wizard is tricky and invincible on the battlefield. However, the current situation makes the wizard seem to lose most of his expertise in an instant.
In the Shanhaiguan battle, many battles were lost inexplicably~EbookFREE.me~ Many people still don't understand why they lost.
But now, the appearance of a third-rank wizard is enough to make up for all the shortcomings, the third and fourth-ranks, there is a gap that cannot be bridged.
Ilbu stood in the void and looked at the big Tsing Yi on the flagship. He frowned, took out three copper coins, and gave himself a divination. The hexagram indicated: Good luck!
He immediately relieved his heart and said loudly: "Retreat, scatter and guard the official roads and forests. There is a team of every 100 people, and each team is assigned a wizard."
After giving the order, Ilbu collected the copper coins, squeezed out a set of tactics with both hands extremely quickly, and summoned an unrealistic phantom in the void and solidified on top of his head.
Ilbu was full of blood and energy, his muscles split his robe and turned into a giant several feet tall.
This giant drove the black light, shot at the flagship, shot at Wei Yuan.
On the deck, the soldiers turned their muzzles and crossbows one after another, trying to stop Ilbu.
Artillery and crossbow bolts hit him to pieces, and in front of a third-rank "wufu", the cannonballs and crossbow bolts couldn't hurt him.
At this moment, the expectations and joy of the Witch God Sect were in sharp contrast with the worry and anger of the Dafeng military.
The momentum of the third-rank "wufu" is like a sea tide, like a storm, and the blowing green robe is violently inspired, and all the pressure seems to be concentrated on Wei Yuan alone.
The man with white temples and vicissitudes in his eyes finally lifted his hand gently.
Pinched the giant's neck.
The five fingers suddenly exerted force, and with a "bang", the unrealistic phantom on the head of the giant Ilbu directly exploded.
"remarkably brave!"
Wei Yuan smiled gently.
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PS: Although I complain that I am not good at writing fights, I compare them with those old masters who have been writing fights professionally for more than ten years.