"I am also planning to entertain those Wu tribe barbarians today. To deal with them, water grammar has a miraculous effect."
"Have you noticed that if you use fire grammar to detonate the secret marks on their bodies, it will make them lose their minds even more?"
"Is there any conspiracy from the Witch Clan?"
"It stands to reason that we should have launched an attack today, but there has been no movement from the other side."
"It can't be that the Witch Clan soldiers have been polished, right?"
"Probably not. According to intelligence, there are a lot of Wu soldiers. It's impossible to have just such a small number."
Seeing that there was no fighting, the academy students in front stood on the battlefield and chatted with each other.
Nearly twenty days of continuous fighting put a lot of determination and grim look on the faces of all the students.
The charges of the Wu soldiers were extremely fierce. During this period, they rushed within ten miles of the battle line several times.
But they were all torn into pieces by their endless grammatical methods.
This is why the human race has the confidence to resist the four major ethnic groups.
During the war between the demon tribes in the north, the Jin Dynasty seemed to be in crisis and suffered heavy losses. Countless civilian warriors rushed to the battlefield.
That's because the main force of the real war, namely the sixth- and fifth-grade scribes, cannot enter the battlefield.
Otherwise, it would never have been so tragic in the first place.
On a normal frontal battlefield, a large number of scribes unite and unleash unimaginable power.
Especially when there are sufficient war supplies, it is even more indestructible.
Unless it is a third-level being that is already extraordinary and breaks through the attack barrier quickly, it will only be swallowed up by endless grammar.
Even though the Wu clan's physical body is extremely strong, as long as they can be injured by grammar, they will definitely drown.
The only thing they need to worry about is that the opponent's army of witches is too large, exceeding the limit of grammar's damage.
Or maybe the third-level Witch King rushes into battle.
In normal wars, scribes suffered very few casualties.
Unless they are approached by warriors of the same level, but once that happens, there will be a terrible rout and huge losses.
For now, their situation is much easier than imagined.
And because resources are open to supply.
The cultivation level of almost all scribes has been significantly improved.
behind the position,
Duke Wuxu stood in the void in surprise and looked at the Tiannan Mountain position from a distance.
"Why is there no movement on the other side? What kind of trouble are the Wu Clan planning to make?"
Tiannan Mountain is the territory of the Wu Clan, where the human race's reflection grammar would be disturbed, otherwise it would not be possible for a dignified third-grade scholar to observe it with the naked eye.
"There doesn't seem to be any large-scale troop mobilization. Even if you want to make things right, you won't be able to make any waves." An Shitang said next to him,
"I even suspect that there is a problem with their military strength."
Duke Wuxu looked over in surprise, "Why do you say that?"
An Shitang explained, "The Wu clan launches charges every day, and they only have 10,000 or 20,000 soldiers."
"I recently walked around the nearby front lines that are thousands of miles away, and other positions are basically the same."
"The wars of the Wu clan are all led by each clan."
"Under normal circumstances, a Witch King is in charge of a small ethnic group. There are only two Witch Kings across from us. Last time, one of them was hammered to death by Wang Tiangang."
"No matter how many troops you have, there are limits."
"If there is no new Witch King leading the tribe to join the battlefield, it will be difficult for the opponent to launch a large-scale attack."
Duke Wuxu was noncommittal, "The other party has not shown up since the last time. We don't know if a new Witch King has appeared."
"Still can't be too optimistic."
"Maybe the other side is waiting for us to make a mistake and then catch us off guard."
An Shitang nodded and cast his gaze into the distance of the Wu Clan's territory, "I don't know how that kid is doing now."
"The Wu Clan is a completely unfamiliar world to us. Even if he becomes like the Wu Clan, whether he can adapt is still a big problem."
Duke Wuxu smiled and shook his head, "If you care, you will be confused. With his strength and resourcefulness, I will worry about the Wu clan who is targeted by him."
"I wouldn't be surprised if he reaches a high position in the Wu clan."
"You know, when he was teleported into the Demon Kingdom, he came back with the same miracle."
"Compared to the Monster Clan, the Witch Clan is simpler and more rugged, but it's not easy to reveal their secrets."
Speaking of this, An Shitang lowered his voice and said, "Last time you were investigating the matter of Chang'an being transported to the Demon Kingdom. Did you find out anything?"
Duke Wuxu's expression changed slightly, he didn't speak, he just stretched out two fingers.
An Shitang frowned suddenly, then nodded to express his understanding, and his heart sank.
Related to the second grade...
This matter is difficult to handle.
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The Netherworld army moved all the way south, igniting battles that burned everything along the way.
Wherever Li Changan's flame spear pointed, there was only ruins and remains.
Moving south continuously for a month, the army marched ten thousand miles.
Passed through twenty-three small tribes and seven medium tribes.
All thirteen small tribes surrendered, and three of the seven medium tribes surrendered.
The strength of the Netherworld Army has been increased.
The remaining four tribes were all reduced to ashes in the flames.
Li Changan swallowed the essence and blood refined by nearly 100,000 witch clans, and his power increased wildly.
Even in the most perfect state, tempering with huge vitality, it can't suppress the rapid improvement of cultivation.
The second-turn golden body has entered the late stage.
If it wasn't forcibly suppressed, reaching the peak would be easy.
In comparison, the improvement of the three major magical powers made him even more happy.
The Netherworld Emperor has already completed most of the refinement of the soul, leaving only the last step;
The Great Sun Tathagata is also halfway done;
Taishang Hongchen finally entered the world and became connected with the ancient star beneath his feet.
The Yuan Shen is indistinguishable from reality to reality, and is both mysterious and mysterious, so he is the god.
Once it is completely transformed into a soul, the power of the Dharma will reach a new level, and it will be more consistent with the rules of heaven and earth.
Just then, a spy came back with news,
"Reporting to King Netherworld, my subordinates discovered the Wuheng tribe fifty miles ahead. This is a large tribe with a military strength similar to ours."
Hearing this, Qimang couldn't help but look at Li Changan worriedly.
Facing a big tribe, no matter who it is, the pressure is great.
Despite the fact that the Netherworld army fought and won many battles along the way south, they faced only small and medium-sized tribes that were inconspicuous.
But no wizard knows the strength of the big tribe better than him.
If the two sides really start a war, the result will only be losses for both sides.
Even the defeat of the Netherworld army will be even worse, because the army is already tired after migrating for dozens of days in a row.
But Qimang and the spies did not see worry or hesitation on Li Changan's face.
I saw Li Changan patting the black-armored Tyrannosaurus sitting next to him, and said to Qimang, "Tell the army to prepare for half an hour and prepare to attack."
"This place will become our territory!"
"The banner of the Netherworld tribe will start from here and be planted in all directions!"
The meaning in this statement is extraordinary.
Qimang looked over in surprise, "King, are we no longer migrating?"
I walked continuously for fifty days, nearly two months.
The Netherworld army has long been exhausted.
But under the pressure of Netherworld King, no witch dared to cause trouble.
Otherwise, they would have mutinied long ago.
Now that he has finally settled down, even Qimang himself feels like he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Li Changan looked forward and said,
"This place is far enough away from the battlefield between the Witch Clan and the Human Clan. The Nether Clan will build a city here and expand externally!"