Divine Throne of Primordial Blood Chapter 50: War (Part 1)
Residing Music Stronghold.
A battle is breaking out.
Hundreds of warriors in black held up their shields, waved their swords, and rushed to the village with shouting slogans.
The villagers standing on the wall of the village pulled their bows and arrows, and arrows flew out, landing on the shield, and making a jingling noise, but there were not many targets that could be hit. It is not a strong bow, and even if it hits the target, it is often only slightly injured.
However, samurai made of Protect Guard are not war-fighting sergeants, they are just a few sparse bows and arrows, which make these warriors slow down and stagnate, and some people turn around and back.
At this time, the oversight team played a role. After cutting off a few runaway guys with their swords, they quickly stabilized the army, and everyone began to move forward slowly.
"A bunch of black people!"
Shi Zhongwei cold snorted standing behind to watch the battle.
As River West's clear chief commander, Shi Zhongwei will naturally play in person at this time.
There are dozens of people standing beside him, all of whom are cultivation base successful Primordial Qi Scholar.
"Just, let me say, send these wastes for a fart. Don't need so many people, let's just go together and just flatten this house. It's simple and easy." A Huangmao Primordial Scholar said.
"You know what a fart!" said a Primordial Scholar with purple hair in white: "A well-trained Body Tempering Samurai Centurion can easily destroy seven or eight Qi Absorbing Primordial Scholar, it is not unusual to destroy Boiling Blood. Need to know Primordial Scholar They are people, they just have mastered some powerful forces, but as long as the nature of life has not changed, it is impossible to ignore the role of quantity. "
“That’s right!” has another interface: "Unless cultivation base reaches Luminary Light Realm, it can fly into the sky, get in and out of the sky, defend limbs, regenerate organs, and make great changes in life levels, otherwise the existence of a sergeant will always have meaning."
"Even if it is Luminary Light Realm, if you face a group of Opening Yang Realm troops, you still have to retreat. Unless the level of cultivation base is worse than the third level, don't think about ignoring the quantity."
"It is for this reason that several Patriarchs are determined to use these hunks to train their troops well. Four hundred elite warriors, and those who work with us, may not be Luminary Light expert." Someone was confident.
"War Luminary Light? Thinking too far." Someone sneered.
Luminary Light is the limit of Human Race’s. For many people, it is a far too distant place.
In fact, this is indeed the case. A character like Eleventh Uncle Shi Kaihuang can easily kill everyone here.
Luminary Light is different from other realm. It is a big threshold and the difference in strength is huge. Many people use the gap between Qi Absorbing Boiling Blood Opening Yang to evaluate Luminary Light, which is destined to make a big mistake.
But don't talk about morale now.
On the battlefield, the battle continues.
The samurai have begun to approach the wall under the persecution of the warlords. At the same time, the villagers above have also begun to throw short spears.
The poison of this short spear is smeared with poison, which itself is heavier than the arrows. It is used in the hands of the villagers and has greater power. After some warriors hit the spear, the wounds quickly ulcerated, and they mourned over the wounds, but the warlords behind remained unmoved, but continued to force them to charge.
As long as you don't die, you must charge, either on the charge, or in the hands of the Overseer.
If there are generals who are good at military formation training here, they will shake their heads and yell: This is fart training.
I only know that people are not afraid of rushing up. If this is also called troop training, it may be too simple.
However, the fact is that even bloodline noble clan is not everyone's ability to train soldiers. Primordial Scholars only knows cultivation and does not know how to lead troops, so this battle is not only for soldiers, but also for generals.
But even so, the pressure from the four hundred elite warriors is still unbearable for the villagers of Residing Music Stronghold.
Although the siege is not strong, the quality of defending the city is worse.
Facing the tsunami-like onslaught of hundreds of samurai, many villagers were frightened and frightened, and many people even regretted not to confront noble clan. If it weren't for the trump card of guardian beast, I was afraid it would collapse on the spot.
Nevertheless, the simple wall of the wall is still smoking.
Looking at this scene, Charle is also extremely sorry.
It is not that he regrets being right with noble clan, but regrets that he didn't listen to Su Chen’s suggestions earlier.
Su Chen warned him more than ten days ago. After several trials with bloodline noble clans, he will definitely slam. All the villages of River West Forest will be broken sooner or later if they don't rush together.
But the integration of the villages means a huge inconvenience in life. The villagers who had been cut off by bloodline noble clan are really unable to bear more pain, so Charle has been hesitant.
In fact, he still holds a silver ray of hope that bloodline noble clans will not do things to this end. Just increase the price to three times the original, those noble clan need not fight with them for this profit. The failure of previous temptations has proven that their power is worth the price.
This is also the psychological manifestation of most of the weak, always fortunate about bad things, and full of inexplicable expectations of opponents.
Until the last moment, hope is broken, but it is too late.
Looking at the killed noble clan army, the hope in Charle is that those who are called for help can hurry to save him.
As long as these people can be saved, Charle is willing to agree to any conditions.
"Village chief, a noble clan samurai rushed up in the northwest corner!" a villager rushed over and called.
"You guys, stop there, hurry up!" Charle cried.
Several villagers of the mobile unit hurried over, but by the time they arrived, more than ten warriors on the wall had broken through the blockade and had been killed on the wall.
Residing Music Stronghold's wall is now leaky, and enemies are climbing up everywhere.
"Village chief, call the holy beast!" a villager warrior cried, "We can't hold it anymore."
"But ..." Charle looked at those Primordial Scholars in the distance.
As the head of the village, he can at least judge the simplest situation, that is to guard the Vicious Beast once the Primordial Scholar is bound to take action.
With those Primordial Scholar’s numbers and fierceness, Vicious Beast is definitely not an opponent. I'm afraid the battle will end sooner.
Rather, as it is now, only ordinary Samurai battles are more conducive to delaying time.
However, many things cannot be done by knowing the right things.
Residing Music Stronghold is already beacon fire everywhere, one villager after another died in a pool of blood.
The screams screamed one after another, and everyone fell down every moment.
That's all his familiar names. He looked at him before he died, and it seems strange why the old village chief would not let out the holy beast.
The correct approach does not mean that it can be understood. The individual's will appears so weak in the crowd of the masses. It also forces Charle to know what is wrong and to commit it.
He closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look any longer, just saying:
"Send the holy beast."
"Roar!"
A string of beasts sounded.
Two huge figures shrouded the wall, and also covered the entire enemy position.
With the invasion of two Vicious Beasts, a fierce bloodstorm broke out in the samurai army, and the villagers on the wall made a shout of excitement at the same time, as if victory was already in hand.