"Kill! Kill! Move forward, don't retreat!"

Ding Zhishen, who had completely killed his eyes, led the way and went deep into the center of the battlefield. He immediately felt great pressure. His comrades around him kept falling down, and the crazy Rong people paid the same price.

At this critical moment, he can only fight to the end, and the brave will win when they meet on a narrow road.

The female general of the silver armor of the bandit army who was trapped in a hard battle was entangled by Feng Xuanguo's Chongcheng cavalry. Although she wanted to kill the enemy's head coach, she had to spend a lot of effort every step forward. Even so, she still moved slowly and slowly. When she was more than fifty feet away from the big star, she could no longer advance, and even became difficult to keep her back.

In front of the big flag where Feng Xuanguo represents the position of the head coach, Prince Ebulehua looked at the melee hundreds of steps ahead and laughed: "The southerners who overestimate themselves, no matter how powerful they are, they cannot be the opponent of the Chongcheng cavalry. If you don't give up your weapons and surrender quickly, wouldn't it be a little maid for this prince to be a warm tent?"

Among the Rong people in Fengxuan Kingdom, the people of the Dawu Dynasty were often called the southerners, and there was no meaning of contempt.

"Your Highness, a powerful general can be killed but not humiliated, how can he become a little maid?"

Elun (Captain of Ten Thousand Man) Tamuri immediately frowned. The Rong warriors respected the strongest and always insisted on the glory of warriors, but the prince's words made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Hmph! A woman dares to be so arrogant. If she can capture her later, she will be sent to the tent to Your Highness."

A voice came from behind the two.

"Grand Duke Pakolu!"

Tamuri turned around and immediately turned over and dismounted to salute.

The person who spoke was the brother of the King of Daye, the king of Fengxuan Kingdom, Pa Kelu, the great master of Silver Sword, and was also the commander of the Dawu Dynasty who led these 30,000 elite cavalry and one thousand chongcheng cavalry to test the Dawu Dynasty.

"Hahaha, it's still Uncle Pakoru who understands his nephew's feelings best."

After hearing the other party's words, Prince Ebulehua smiled, as if the invincible female general of the Dawu Dynasty's silver armor had been stripped and placed on her bed.

"A woman is like a toy. If you like it, drag it to the tent. If you don't like it, throw it away. There is nothing much to think about. Tamuri, a warrior like you, don't always have a dead face and smile more. There will be many women who are willing to throw themselves into their arms."

The Silver Sword Grand Duke Pa Kelu played unscrupulous jokes with this loyal, reliable and talented subordinate until the other party's face turned red and lowered his head.

This Tamur is always like this. Although he is a first-class warrior, he will blush every time he talks about women.

"The warriors of the Rong people cannot show their fear in front of women. Tamuri, you must have not tasted the taste of women."

Although he is still underage and with his status convenience, Prince Eberka is already an old driver who has tasted meat and even jokes with this malicious intention to tease this general who is a few years older than him but has a bit of stubbornness.

“…”

The helpless Lord Elun (Captain Wanfu) had to turn his attention to the battlefield not far ahead. It won’t be long before his own Chongcheng cavalry and the silver-armored female general of the Dawu Dynasty will have a chance to see each other. The generals on the battlefield will no longer be able to stop the Chongcheng cavalry.

Once this Dawu Dynasty army is successfully defeated, it means that Feng Xuanguo will have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to take advantage of, and may even bite off a large piece of the land of these southerners.

Tamuri suddenly saw an unusual figure among the Dawu Dynasty cavalry who was trying to approach the silver-armored female general.

Wearing a white dress without any armor or weapons, a young man who was clearly a scholar-like appearance appeared on the battlefield and was completely out of place with the fights flying around him.

Isn't this seeking death?

"Tamuri, what are you looking at? What are you looking at in front of you? No matter how many people the southerners send over, they don't want to save that woman!"

Just now, the Chongcheng cavalry successively crushed two elite cavalry from the Southern Central Army, giving the commander Silver Sword Grand Duke Pa Kelu great confidence. Now the comparison of the forces between the enemy and us has become similar. If we continue to fight hard, their lonely army will not be insidious at all.

Once the army of the southern people was defeated, the entire Fenglang Dao General would no longer be able to stop them. He could ask for it at will, just like opening the door, even the strong city was no exception.

"Uncle Pakoru is right, the southerners can no longer make any tricks."

Prince Ebulehua was also very confident in this war. Last night, and today's battle, the Southern Army had already been greatly damaged. If it weren't for the silver armored female general, she might have been defeated by now.

But Tamuri seemed to have never heard of the words of the two, and he still stared at the battlefield. Suddenly, his heart flashed with inspiration and blurted out: "That person is a warlock!"

The cavalry protecting the young man in white was not just the charge of the female general in silver armor, but seemed to be on the same line as their position.

"Soter? What are the warlocks here for?"

Prince Ebuleca still disregarded. Although the warlock is powerful, ordinary warlocks are almost no different from seeking death on such a battlefield. However, warlocks with more powerful cultivation do not want to participate in the war between mortals at all.

"Well! An ordinary warlock, there are warlocks in the Dawu Dynasty, but we are not without it!"

The commander of the 30,000 elite cavalry of Feng Xuan Kingdom, Pa Kelu, the Silver Sword Grand Duke, frowned. He also noticed Li Xiaobai, who was among the southern cavalry. He looked very young and his cultivation must be nowhere far higher.

"Mr. Pakoru, please be careful."

After Tamuri finished speaking, he felt uneasy and immediately said to the personal guards beside him: "Tell me the order and send shields in front of him!"

His order was quickly implemented. Hundreds of soldiers with a huge back and waist came to the three of them with heavy shields and stood on the three floors.

"Tamuri, you are too timid, don't worry! The southerners can't make any tricks, and victory will definitely belong to the warriors blessed by the Heaven of Eternal Life."

Prince Eberka shook his head, not agreeing with the caution of this Lord Eren (Captain Wanfu).

"Come here, please come Master Nange and Venerable Xianli come here!"

In order to take into account the face of his loyal subordinate, Pa Kelu also felt that there was nothing wrong with being more prepared.

"Uncle! You are..."

Prince Ebule turned his head in surprise, and Uncle Pakoru actually accepted Tamri Eren's suggestion.

"My good nephew, if you want to inherit the throne, you must learn to accept advice, otherwise you will not be able to gain the loyalty of your ministers!"

The Silver Sword Grand Duke Pa Kelu can be said to have made a good intention to speak out.

"Yes, Uncle Pakoru."

When he thought of his father's throne, Prince Ebuleka, who was in a passionate heart, immediately accepted it humbly.

"Mr. Pakoru, what are your instructions?"

Two magic practitioners wearing black robes with hoodies and robes came over under the guidance of their personal guards. They were two powerful sorcerers in the team of warlocks worshipped by the Fengxuan Kingdom’s elite cavalry army.

The Rong people did not have a long-standing sect of arts and Taoism. The country was basically foreigners after the founding of the country. There were priests from the extreme west, black and white barbarian wizards from Mang Kingdom and Yueqing Kingdom, and sorcerers from the Dawu Dynasty. They were mixed with fish and dragons, and they gradually took root and formed their own arts and Taoism practice circle.

"There is a warlock among the Southern cavalry in front! Please help with one or two."

The commander of Feng Xuan Kingdom and the Grand Duke of Silver Sword Pakrull were very respectful to Master Nange and Venerable Xianli.

There are differences in art and mortals. No matter how noble the status of a mortal is, it still cannot compare to the lowest level of cultivation, even if it is a sorcerer who has just entered the door of cultivation.

"Soter?"

The dark and red skin and wrinkled face of Venerable Xianli looked at the battlefield and suddenly burst into laughter.

The Silver Sword Grand Duke Pa Kelu asked in confusion: "Sir, what's wrong?"

"There is no spiritual energy, so where is there any warlock!"

Venerable Xianli smiled and shook his head.

I originally thought that the elite cavalry army encountered a strong enemy, but I was called to rescue me. After rushing to the scene, I used the Qi-seeking technique to check it out, but it turned out that a group of mortal cavalry was protecting a young mortal boy. I was really looking forward to it for nothing.

The face was yellow and short, Master Nange gently pinched a magic trick, and an invisible obscure fluctuation spread rapidly from his position to the surroundings, sweeping across the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye, neither the warrior nor the Rong people were aware of anything.

This very low-key spell has no lethality at all, but when it encounters a warlock from both sides of the enemy and us, it suddenly fluctuates violently for some reason, but that's all.

But in a moment, including the battlefield where selfless fighting is ahead, all the locations of all the magic practitioners within a radius of ten miles were reflected in Master Nange's heart. He said, "There is indeed no warlock on the battlefield! Did you see it wrong?"

Prince Ebulehua and the head coach, Silver Sword Grand Duke Pakoru looked at each other, and then looked at Tamri Eren (Captain Wanfu). Did he really see it wrong?

"Two masters, is this true?"

Tamuri frowned tightly. Are the southerners really so bored, trying to save the lives of a thousand cavalrymen in vain, but they put a young man who looked like a scholar who was powerless and was in danger and came to die?

Nange and Xianli looked at each other, nodded to Tamuri in unison, and said in unison: "That's true!"

Master Nange quickly pinched a few magic tricks, waved his hands, and a sand curtain rose up in the air, blocking the rear of the armored soldiers' shield formation. There was another safety barrier in the air, and he said, "Don't worry, everyone, you will be able to protect it with us."

"That's right, the great master can rest assured!" Venerable Xianli also believed that this Elun (the chief of ten thousand men) was a masterpiece.

Both warlocks disagreed. The enemy was just a group of mortals. Not only were they so far away, but they were also blocked by the rushing cavalry. How could it be a threat?

The release of this yellow sand slut was just to reassure Mr. Silver Sword and others.

"Xiaolang, be careful!"
Chapter completed!