The starting point of the fireworks was actually dozens of kilometers away. However, when they saw the rising purple energy, Romil and Pratt knew that the situation was over. For a large army, this distance would require half a day's march, but for a strong man, it would be a long march.
It's coming in a blink of an eye.
Romil had no idea that the central route army would arrive so quickly. He couldn't help but cursed: "That loser Doyle!"
Yong Ye has already adjusted his commander's arrangement in response to the imperial offensive. The force that intercepts the imperial center army seems to be the weakest, but in fact it is because the center itself is under the greatest pressure. They are equivalent to cutting a road from the center of Yong Ye's army.
Once the east and west routes fail to progress smoothly, the central route army will face a harsh situation of being attacked from three sides.
Among Yong Ye's current arrangements, the interception of Hai Mi is the strongest, followed by the west road and the middle road is the weakest. Almost all movable heavy artillery has been transferred to Baicheng, hoping to destroy the empire with thunder and insert it into Yong Ye's heart.
A sharp knife on the edge.
However, no one expected that such a battle in Baicheng had not yet been taken. However, when the imperial army came to join forces, the strongest East Route Army, Hai Mi, had not yet arrived, but the Central Route Army had arrived first.
Romil didn't bother to curse Doyle's incompetence anymore. He stared at Carol and quickly calculated the strength comparison between the two sides. In his opinion, there might be a chance to completely solve the problem before the strong men from the middle army arrived.
The Battle of White City.
However, what people didn't expect was that Platt suddenly soared into the sky and left a distant sentence: "Admit defeat, Romel."
"You!!" Romil was almost mad at this moment. The last chance was squandered by Pratt's escape without a fight.
Pratt not only ran away by himself, but also sent out a signal, and several powerful spider demons also flew up and followed him. Even if it was difficult for him to fly, Pratt did not give up, and each spider silk
Wrap around the waist of the strong men under his command and fly away with them.
The strong men of the spider demon clan withdrew, and the soldiers naturally lost morale. The surviving spider demon warriors retreated outside the city, but the warriors and strong men of other tribes knew that the situation was over, and even the supervising team did not stop them.
Romil gritted his teeth, but he had to give the order to retreat. He turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly lightning flashed in front of his eyes, and Carol's thunder whip had been struck on the head!
Romil snorted coldly, pulled out his sword, and clicked on the thunder whip.
When Carol saw this, she used all her strength, and the lightning on the whip was strong. But as soon as it came into contact, she found that the power on Romil's sword was particularly weak, and it flew out of her hand after being whipped. But she used all her strength
It was too fierce, and there was a gap in the offensive. Romil immediately walked out of the gap, his figure kept flashing, and flew out of the void in the blink of an eye.
The vampires have always been known for their speed. Romil ran away with all his strength. Carol knew that she couldn't catch up, so she stopped trying. It seemed that the injury caused by Qianye's shot to Romil was definitely not light, otherwise he wouldn't have done it.
He would rather abandon his sword to escape.
The remaining dark race troops fled from the White City like an ebbing tide and dispersed in all directions. At this moment, the mercenaries in the city were unable to pursue them, and the surviving warriors had even lost the energy to cheer.
Several elderly mercenaries stood blankly on the ruins, looking at the imperial reinforcements rolling in from the distance, their expressions blank, without any surprise. A mercenary turned his head and fell to the ground in a mess at the intersection not far away.
There were corpses lying on the ground, including dark races and dark fire mercenaries. Everyone he knew was lying there at the moment.
No matter where you look, in Baicheng at this moment, there are far fewer people standing than lying down.
Qianye pushed a stone slab above his head and stood up with difficulty. His left leg softened and he almost fell down. He had not experienced sharp pain like needles for a long time. Without touching it, Qianye knew that his leg bone was broken.
.This kind of injury, even with his physical constitution and boiling blood state, would take most of the day to recover.
Romil's counterattack just now was indeed powerful, and Qianye was able to escape at the cost of a leg.
However, Qianye knew that Romil would definitely not have a hard time. The advanced version of the original spear could not be taken casually even if he was a Duke. Romil used the secret method of the blood clan to forcefully suppress the injury, hoping to harvest this
A victory. Just doing this will make the injury more severe later. If nothing happens, Romil will not be seen in the next stage of the Floating Continent Battle.
Pratt escaped unscathed, which made Qianye feel a little regretful. But Romil was the biggest target.
Song Zining came from the other side, looked at Qianye, grinned, and said: "There are times when you are so embarrassed..."
Before he finished his sentence, his face turned pale and he almost fell to the ground.
Qianye stretched out his hand to catch him, looked at the traces of purple fireworks in the distant sky that had not completely dissipated, and let out a sigh of relief.
Song Zining took a few deep breaths, stood firm, and supported Qianye, whose balance was a little awkward, with his backhand, and said: "It's finally over!"
Qianye nodded.
Carol appeared next to the two of them, and just as she was about to speak, she heard a cheer, and Xiao Zhuji rushed over and pounced on Qianye and Song Zining!
The two of them were shocked. In their current condition, how could the little guy withstand this attack? One was at the end of his crossbow, the other had his left leg broken, and couldn't even dodge. Carol reacted quickly and hurriedly put her arms around the little girl's waist.
Cut people off.
Hearing a muffled bang, Carol hugged Zhu Ji and took two steps back. Carol was in good condition now, and her strength was not damaged at all, even after being hit like this. It might have been better if it had been Qianye, but it was Song Zining
If so, I'm afraid a few bones will be broken.
The interactions in the Hall of Valor during this period of time seemed to have made the little guy accept Carol, and he did not have an attack even when he was stopped.
Song Zining suddenly said: "Sir Carol, please take Zhu Ji back to the Hall of Heroes. From now on, unless I or Qianye are present, no matter who wants to board the ship, don't let them in."
Carol was slightly surprised, while Qianye frowned imperceptibly, but said nothing.
Song Zining caught the change in Qianye's expression for a moment and said: "The signal sent was indeed from the Zhao clan, but it is not certain whether the person coming is from the Zhao clan. The Hall of Heroes is our only escape route and there is no room for error.
"
"I understand." Qianye nodded.
Carol then carried Zhu Ji up into the sky, passed through the void, and returned to the Hall of Valor. Zhu Ji bit her thumb and looked at Qianye and Song Zining eagerly. Maybe she also felt the suddenly tense atmosphere.
, and there was no fuss.
As soon as Carol left, an indescribable aura covered the entire White City. This aura was mysterious and grand, pure and had a strong aura of blood and fire, and it gave people a rather strange feeling, like
Multiple breaths should be incompatible with each other, but they strangely blend into one.
The breath swept across the white city, and then a figure appeared in front of Qianye and Song Zining. He stood like that, but he naturally became the focus of the audience.
Song Zining suddenly looked a little uncomfortable, because as soon as the man appeared, he stared at him intently. In the blink of an eye, sweat appeared on Song Zining's forehead, his smile became a little forced, and he said: "The fourth young master came very quickly."
The person who came was none other than Zhao Jundu, who was known as the leader of the young generation in the empire.
He looked at Song Zining and said calmly: "With Qi Shao's ability, how could you not calculate that it was me who came?"
Song Zining immediately shook his head, "Who dares to count you now?"
Zhao Jundu was unmoved and said, "You have your own way, you know it's me who's coming."
Song Zining smiled bitterly, "Just say so."
Only then did Zhao Jundu glance at Qianye and said, "It's right to be careful. Even people from the Zhao clan should be careful."
There is nothing wrong with this sentence, but after the conversation between Zhao Jundu and Song Zining, no one could tell whether it was ironic or not.
Song Zining looked even more nervous, until Zhao Jundu asked: "What are you nervous about? Are you hiding something from me?" At this time, he seemed to realize that his thoughts had been expressed in words.
Song Zining immediately shook his head: "I have been with Qianye during this period, what can I hide? Besides, I have moved to a neutral place and have long ignored the affairs of the empire, so what can I do?"
Zhao Jundu smiled faintly and said: "Seven Young Masters are very human. Even though they are thousands of miles away, they can influence the overall situation remotely."
Qianye saw that the two of them seemed to be in a deadlock when they met each other, so he quickly changed the subject: "Are you injured?"
"I was in such a hurry on the way, how could I not be injured?" Zhao Jundu said it lightly, but if he could surpass Princess Haimi of the East Road and be the first to kill under the White City, how could there be an easy battle?
"Qianye's leg is also injured. I'm going to find a doctor..."
Song Zining was just about to leave, but was blocked by two pillar-shaped purple fires that appeared out of thin air. He only heard Zhao Jundu say leisurely: "Don't even think about running away! What doctor is more useful than our own Force recovery?"
As Zhao Jundu spoke, he leaned over and touched Qianye's left leg, then straightened up and said, "It's okay. Sit down and fix it. Why are you standing there stupidly? That guy doesn't need your support."
Qianye thought it was better not to speak, so he sat down, found a roll of straps, briefly treated the trauma, and wrapped his left leg.
Song Zining knew he couldn't escape, so he smiled bitterly and said, "Then what do you do now?"
"Of course we are studying defense deployment."
"Arrange defenses?" Song Zining instinctively had a bad premonition.
"Behind me, there are tens of thousands of dark race troops, and there is also a Duke."
Qianye and Song Zining looked at each other and became serious. On a battlefield of this level, the person presiding over one side must be a duke-level figure. It is not surprising that a duke appears, but the number of inputs is a problem. In the battle of Outer Void, five people actually
The whole fleet is a grand duke, so we can see the clues.
The empire has a limited number of top powerhouses, and most of them need to guard the homeland and deal with border wars. Under the current background of the suspension of the Holy War within Eternal Night, even if the dark race has not increased the level of the war, the intensity has increased. The empire is at a disadvantage in this regard
It showed up immediately.
Zhao Jundu laughed and said: "What are you doing like this? Let alone a duke, even if the prince comes, don't you have to be beaten the same way?"
This makes sense. Song Zining took out a map, opened it, looked at it, and threw it aside. At this moment, Baicheng was in ruins, and almost no place on the original map matched.
He found a cleaner slate, dug out a piece of charcoal to use as a pen, briefly drew a map around Baicheng, and then asked Zhao Jundu: "How many people did you bring in total?"
Zhao Jundu said: "One thousand."
Song Zining and Qianye didn't expect that Zhao Jundu only brought this small number of troops. But it was right to think about it. Zhao Jundu advanced here at full speed, and it was already amazing that a thousand people could follow him. This shows the high quality of Zhao Jundu's private army.
.
Then Zhao Jundu added: "They are all lightly dressed."
This is even worse, meaning that the mercenaries don't get much-needed supplies at all.
However, Song Zining didn't take this difficulty to heart. By this time, Yong Ye's ground troops were exhausted, and it was unclear how much combat power they had left.
"Who is that Duke?"
"Werewolf Duke Doyle is good at assault and close combat. He is a simple-minded guy and his equipment is not very good." Zhao Jundu said.
"Is there no one to deal with him?"
"Wei Guogong fought with him for a few games, and they were basically evenly matched. Each of them suffered some injuries."
"A werewolf? I can try to deal with this." Qianye said. Those who are good at close combat are Qianye's favorite opponents. It is difficult for them to dodge Qianye's original spear.
"He may not dare to enter the city." Zhao Jundu said calmly.
The three of them were discussing the deployment of defenses, but the atmosphere was not tense. Now that Zhao Jundu's middle army and the Dark Fire mercenaries have successfully merged, most of the Battle of Floating Land has been won. As long as Baicheng is captured, the number of soldiers on Floating Land will be reduced.
The one hundred thousand Yongye army has all their escape routes cut off. If you can escape even one or two, you are considered lucky.