Five miles away, in front of the main camp of the enemy coalition forces.
The president was riding a tall horse with high spirits. He held a golden sword in his hand and was wearing a very dazzling golden armor.
Five miles away from the Shadow Clan, the Shadow Clan's constant shouting was also heard by the enemy coalition forces.
The president laughed and said: "A small tribe with only 40,000 to 50,000 people still wants to make trouble in front of our Tatas. Come on, shout for me and scare them to death!"
After giving the order, shouts of killing also rang out from the Tata coalition forces.
Hundreds of thousands of people shouted to kill at the same time, and their voices quickly drowned out the shouts of the Shadow Clan warriors.
"Haha..." After gaining the upper hand in voice, the president turned his horse's head, narrowed his eyes, waved the long sword in his hand, and the main force began to assume an offensive posture.
As for the Shadow Clan, Princess Ting tilted her head and looked at the soldiers behind her. She slightly raised the corner of her mouth and said lightly: "In this battle, I will become a god in one battle!"
After speaking, she pulled out the two long swords attached to her back with a clang. Her eyes turned blood red again, and her hair, which was originally tied up, spread out in an instant. There was no wind today, but it spread out.
The green hair of her hair was fluttering as if blown by the wind. Princess Ting pressed her right hand down, and the Shadow Clan soldiers roared wildly.
"Kill~~~~" Along with the roar, the Shadow Clan warriors rushed towards the enemy coalition forces.
The next moment, the enemy coalition forces on the opposite side also shouted to kill, and they also rushed towards the Shadow Clan.
On a small hill not far away, Qingluan was sitting quietly, with Zhao Bier standing next to him.
"Qingluan, don't you want to try your new combat skills?" Zhao Bi'er asked.
"Well, wait a little longer, I want to make a shining debut." Qingluan grinned.
"Eh?" Zhao Bi'er narrowed her eyes slightly. Why is this tone so different from Qing Luan, who is usually stoic?
Zhao Bi'er looked at Qingluan and saw that there seemed to be no difference. She shook her head and didn't think more about it.
At the same time, far away in the water prison of Black Rock City, the capital of the Mi tribe, Ma Xiaoquan was boringly putting his mouth into the water and blowing bubbles. Yuan's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"It's done, Qingluan's consciousness was briefly controlled by me..." Yuan proudly showed off to Ma Xiaoquan, "The small fragment of the Heart of Time that I sent into his body actually has a small
The effect can affect his mind, in other words, I can control him temporarily."
"So strong?" Ma Xiaoquan stuck his head out of the water, "Then if you are so big inside me, will you be able to control me?"
Yuan did not answer, but changed the topic: "Ma Xiaoquan, I have shared Qingluan's vision and can pass it on to your mind. You can take a look."
Ma Xiaoquan hummed, and Yuan's change of subject suddenly reminded him of a question. That question was a question left by Zhao Yuntai when he met him. But at that time, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Now,
It seems that Zhao Yuntai's problem is indeed a problem.
Just when Ma Xiaoquan's thoughts were wandering, several scenes of war suddenly appeared in his mind. At this time, it was the critical moment when the Shadow Clan was fighting the main force of the Tata Tribe's Katie Tribe and the Qian Tribe's coalition forces. Although the Shadow Tribe warriors
There are only a few people, but their fighting power is extremely strong. Facing enemies several times their size, they are not afraid, but become more courageous as they fight.
"Wow, I didn't expect that Ting would become so powerful, and the Shadow Clan's warriors would become even more powerful. Well, Yuan, have you noticed that her Bone Clan's secret technique seems to be almost complete."
"Yeah~" Yuan responded, "But no matter how powerful the Shadow Clan soldiers are, there are too many people on the opposite side. If this battle continues like this, the Shadow Clan will definitely lose."
"What should we do?" Ma Xiaoquan dragged his chin.
"At this time, it all depends on me." Yuan chuckled, "Didn't I say that I can control Qingluan for a short time? He is near the battlefield now, wouldn't it be nice to let him participate."
"Qingluan? Just him?" Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly. He did not think that Qingluan alone could handle a war involving hundreds of thousands of people.
"He alone, of course he can't kill everyone on the other side, but he can influence the situation of the battle, boost the morale of the Shadow Tribe people, and completely defeat the morale of the enemy coalition."
Ma Xiaoquan curled his lips and did not acknowledge the source. At the same time, he began to secretly worry, why didn't Qingwen and the others take action?
Seeing that Ma Xiaoquan didn't respond to it, Yuan thought he was questioning it, so he simply stopped hiding it and gave a remote command to the fragment of the Heart of Time hidden in Qingluan's body.
...
"Huh?" Qingluan, who was sitting, suddenly widened his eyes and stood up with a cry.
"Qingluan, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Bi'er asked in horror.
Qingluan turned around and looked at Zhao Bi'er beside him. His eyes showed tenderness that he had never seen before.
I saw Qingluan reaching out and clasping Zhao Bi'er's shoulders, saying: "Stay here obediently, I'm going to kill everyone."
Zhao Bi'er was swayed by Qingluan's gentleness. She was a little surprised by Qingluan's behavior at this moment, but she still enjoyed it and hummed obediently.
Qingluan grinned, reached out and gently scratched Zhao Bi'er's nose, then turned around and jumped down the mountain.
"Be careful~" Zhao Bier whispered.
"I know~" Qingluan, who had already disappeared, actually replied, "Watch me fight to become a god!"
Qingluan's sudden addition did not cause much disturbance in the densely packed crowd because there were too many people on the battlefield. As soon as Qingluan got into the crowd and was about to throw a fireball out, unexpectedly, he hadn't concentrated yet.
Seven or eight spears were stabbed at him.
Qingluan had no choice but to dodge left and right. He did not forget to fight back during the dodge, but he was only one person after all. Although his footwork was exquisite, but faced with the siege of dozens or even hundreds of people,
There is no way to use his ultimate move.
"Bang~" There was a sound, and a person hit Qingluan hard. His throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he could raise his fist to fight back, the opponent's bayonet had already stabbed his lower body.
passed.
Qingluan did not dare to neglect, and quickly twisted his body to dodge. The next moment, another soldier's machete had already slashed towards his neck.
"Fuck you~~" Qingluan was angry. He stretched out his hand and struck the white blade with his bare hands, and then kicked the opponent away with a heavy kick.
He regretted his carelessness and ran into the crowd. He couldn't use his skills at all. In desperation, Qingluan had no choice but to fight and retreat. Anyway, he couldn't tell who was following whom. As long as the person in front of him was close,
, he killed them all without distinction.
It's just that... Qingluan's battlefield experience is still lacking, not to mention that he far underestimated the endurance of the soldiers on both sides of the war. Facing the people coming over like a tide, Qingluan tried to kill them several times but failed.
Unsuccessful.
Qingluan finally caught a chance and ran out of the encirclement. Qingluan was panting and his body was stained. His clothes were disheveled and someone had torn off a piece of his scalp. The pain made him almost curse.
"It's too much to bully someone~~" Qingluan gritted his teeth and exhaled deeply.
Qingluan's indiscriminate attack attracted the attention of the Shadow Clan and the enemy coalition forces. The Shadow Clan would not refuse such people who fish in troubled waters. Of course, there was no way to refuse because there were too many enemies.
We can't kill them all, who cares about other people? As for whether our own people are killed indiscriminately, it's life and death on the battlefield, so who cares about this.
In the command vehicle behind the enemy coalition forces, when they saw Qingluan rushing through the crowd, the president frowned and asked, "Who is that kid and why is he so arrogant?"
Joining the army beside him, he squinted his eyes, shook his head and said, "It seems a bit familiar, but I can't remember it, but that figure seems to be very similar to the leader of the Shadow Clan."
"The leader of the Shadow Clan? Are you talking about the guy named Ma Xiaoquan? Didn't you hear that that guy has been imprisoned by the Rocks family of the Mi Clan?"
Joining the army shook his head and said: "That being said, in fact, it is difficult to guarantee that it is a fog sheet released by the Rocks family of the Mi tribe."
The president grunted, then gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Give me the order, no matter who the kid is, he will die."
...
Qingluan's original intention was just to try out his newly developed combat skills. He had already thought of a name and was about to find a chance to use it and blast it. However, because of his own stupidity, he was trapped in a circle, which was even more annoying.
Yes, why did those soldiers with white cloth belts on their heads and arms just come at him? Could it be that they already knew his identity and wanted to kill him here?
Thinking of this, Qingluan became angry. He resisted and retreated. In the blink of an eye, several more wounds were added to his body, making him grimace in pain.
"Damn~~" Qingluan couldn't bear it any longer, so he put down his indiscriminate attack and focused on killing the soldiers tied with white cloth belts.
His move made him an opponent to the president of the enemy coalition, and he was a Shadow Clan member who must be killed, especially since his identity was still uncertain. What if it was Ma Xiaoquan, the leader of the Shadow Clan?
"Kill that kid! No matter if he is some piece of shit or not, Ma Xiaoquan, kill him!" The President issued another order.
At this time, Qingluan had been killed so much that his head and face were covered with blood, and his handsome face was covered with dust, which made Qingluan extremely collapsed.
Recruited.
He roared angrily, and several red flames suddenly burst out around him. There was a roar, and all the soldiers in front of him were burned.
"Ah~~~" If a soldier is contaminated by the red flame, no matter how hard he slaps it, he cannot put out the fire. What's even more frightening is that the red flame burns very horribly, directly vaporizing the burned parts at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Qingluan came back to his senses and laughed suddenly. He didn't expect that the fire control could be used in this way, and the red flame could be so domineering.