Nightwatcher Chapter 233: Courageous courage
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The sound of the desolate 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 the city is full of monks who follow the wizarding system.
There are only 25,000 defenders. For a city with a population of 500,000, the strength of the army is really weak.
But it's not that the shamanism is not strong enough, but that it is not needed.
This is the main altar of the Wizarding Sect. There are sculptures of the Wizarding Gods, a great wizard of a rank, and a large number of masters who follow the wizarding system. There is also a large-scale Wufu. . .
It is no exaggeration to say that the defensive strength and overall strength of Jingshan City 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 generals to soldiers, all at a loss.
Who is bold enough to attack Jingshan City?
Through historical books, since the birth and preaching of the Witch God in the northeast in ancient times, there has been no war in Jingshan City.
Twenty thousand troops walked along the opened avenue, bypassed the peaks of Jingshan, and arrived at the seaside in the dust.
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A wave of black lights flew up from the city, like dense meteors, passing the peaks of Jingshan Mountain and landing on the coast.
The wizards headed by the city lord Nalanyan, staring into the distance, 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 sorcerer at the pinnacle of the fourth rank, and a warrior at the pinnacle of the fourth rank. 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 spiritual wizards (third rank), one great wizard (first rank), and the three spiritual wizards are the national masters of the Three Kingdoms of Jing Kangyan. They are not in the main altar on weekdays.
And the great wizard is obsessed with shepherding, living a life of idle clouds and wild cranes.
The city lord of Jingshan City was originally a second-grade rain master, but in the battle of Shanhaiguan, the second-grade rain master was lured by Wei Yuan into the enemy and killed him in conjunction with Buddhism.
Nalanyan is the son of that second-grade rain master.
When 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 some people with uneven cultivation, but there is absolutely no shortage of masters. A moment later, they arrived at the coast, but they did not 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 is Dafeng's battleship........."
"Wei Yuan is the one at the bow of the ship, and he is dressed in Qingyi to echo the legend of Wei Yuan."
"You really deserve to be a military god. I heard that the Dafeng army he led encountered strong resistance in Yan Guojie. I was still feeling that Wei Yuan was nothing but that...Who wants 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 don't have any flaws in the Sorcerer Sect. Even if he is a military god, he can only pit hard, these twenty warships, it's a pity."
The people in the rivers and lakes talked with a relaxed look, and even with a smile, their relaxedness makes 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. Since a thousand years, whether it is in the Central Plains, the North, or now the largest power in Kyushu, Buddhism.
Is it possible to kill the witch gods cult once?
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 Salon Agu let out a breath.
This tone is like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger, turning into a terrible storm.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew on the calm sea, the blue sky was overcast with clouds, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain.
The waves are surging in layers, pushing higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye, the originally calm offshore sea is shrouded in storms.
The twenty warships are huge in size, but in the face of the forces of nature, they appear fragile and small, like flat boats. As the waves rise and fall, sometimes even the entire ship is thrown up and 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 tightly everything they could hug around them to avoid the fate of falling into the ocean, or crashing into masts, artillery and other hard objects.
The soldiers in the cabin were even more miserable, sometimes rolling to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes being abandoned high and hitting heavily.
Because of the dense population, hundreds of soldiers died in this large-scale chaos.
All this is not worth mentioning the fate they are about to encounter.
Their destiny 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-rank, or in other words, only the second-rank sorcerer is qualified to preside over the ceremony, so the second-rank sorcerer has the title of rain master.
Actually, praying for rain is just one of the means for the second-tier wizard to manifest.
The second rank of the wizard system, the real core ability 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 sorcerers of rank two or above sitting in the main altar, and any enemy who tries to cross the sea in vain is seeking his own way.
The wizards and the guards watched this scene quite easily, watching the Dafeng battleship like flying in the rain, precarious.
And those Wu Fu scattered people laughed unscrupulously.
"Is this here to fight? No, this is here to die."
"Wei Yuan is nothing more than that. They all say how good he is. I saw you today, that's all?"
"Hey, it's not bad to dare to cross the sea to reach the main altar."
"The warship is full of armaments, bed crossbows, artillery, well-made armor and swords. After the Dafeng fleet is destroyed, we will go to sea to salvage and make a fortune."
At this moment, the turbulent sea rushed into a tide that covered the sky and covered the sun. The snowy ridge-like tide of Yucheng surged to the earth, and the sound was like a thunderbolt, pushing layer by layer toward the Dafeng fleet.
Gathering for a long time, 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 formations.
How can we contend with the mighty forces of nature if we are in a mere formation?
"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, banged and collapsed, as if it had lost the strength to support itself.
Although it was taller than the city wall and the long tsunami didn't hit it, the force formed by its collapse still nearly capsized twenty warships.
On the coast, the masters, armies, and wizards of the Witch God Sect’s forces changed their expressions slightly. They saw the foamy sea surface, from time to time bulging out stout, scaly bodies.
Northern Demon Race, Jiao Bu!
The descendants of gods and demons, flood dragons.
The dragon goes ashore as a walking dragon, and entering the water is also called a mackerel.
They are natural water tyrants, capable of manipulating water spirits, making waves and calming storms.
Looking around, one after another, the dragons riding the wind and waves, the loud and reverberating roar, there are hundreds of dragons, and the dragons almost burst 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 the northern demon clan."
"It's no wonder that Wei Yuan dared to cross the sea, relying on the 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 stop the army as soon as Fengjun comes ashore."
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 the crowd, and shrapnel and shock waves swept around.
More and more shells came, attacking the guards 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 wasn't dead yet, but the bronze-skinned iron bones broke through on the spot and suffered serious injuries.
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 the defense of the coast is to be bombarded to death.
It was 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 war caused the shamanism to lose this advantage.
The best 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 wizards. Unfortunately, this is not the battlefield, but the headquarters of the wizards.
The most terrifying corpse tactics are gone.
The key point is that even with the fierce war, a large number of corpse soldiers can be attracted, these corpse soldiers are probably from Jingshan City...
Also, there is a bad idea.
As for the best policy, in Nalanyan's opinion, it is actually simple. As long as the great wizard takes action and kills the attacking Tsing Yi on the spot, the army of the army will have no leader, and the combat power will be directly reduced by half.
Wei Yuan is a common man who has completely abandoned his cultivation.
Boom boom boom!
One after another cannonballs hit the coast, and one after another crossbow arrows sneaked into the ground, causing huge damage to the Vortex Army, and the scene fell into chaos.
Dafeng battleship is like a broken bamboo, close to the coast.
The bow, standing proudly dressed in Tsing Yi, is not looking at the people on the coast, but at the top of Jingshan, the figure in the pink robe.
A person is on the cliff, the sun is shining and the wind is beautiful.
One person is in the ocean, clouded and rough.
The world seems to be divided into two distinct halves.
Two pairs of gentle gazes, looking at each other in the air.
At this moment, in the southwest, a black light escaped, stopped in the sky above the Sorcerer Sect, waved his big sleeve, and shot dozens of shells 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 wizards who were not good at defense could not even block the attack of artillery fire.
Fifth-Rank Zhuji and Fourth-Rank Dream Witch, but they can summon the heroic spirits of the martial artist and transform themselves into the unparalleled warrior. 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~IndoMTL.com~ 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. There is an unbridgeable gap between the third and fourth ranks.
Ilb 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 hexagram. 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 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 shadow in the void and solidified on top of his head.
Ilb was full of blood and energy, and his muscles broke through his robe, turning into a giant several feet high.
This giant is driving the black light, shooting at the flagship and at Wei Yuan.
On the deck, the soldiers turned their muzzles and crossbows to try to stop Ilbo.
The artillery and bolts hit him to pieces, and in front of a third-rank "wufu", the shells and 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 grade "wufu" is like a sea tide, like a storm, and the blowing green robe is invigorated. All the pressure seems to be concentrated on Wei Yuan alone.
The man with white sideburns and vicissitudes in his eyes finally lifted his hand gently.
Squeezed the giant's neck.
The five fingers suddenly exerted force, and with a "bang", the unrealistic phantom on the head of the giant Ilbo exploded directly.
"Courage is commendable!"
Wei Yuan smiled gently.
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PS: Although I complained that I was not good at writing fights, I compared them with those old masters who have been writing fights for more than ten years. Do they have special skills in the art industry.