Since the creation of the Nether Tribe, the flames of war have been raging, and they are getting more intense.
Drag this mountain step by step into the vortex of war.
As for the Nether Tribe, under such continuous battles, its strength has been greatly improved from the great witch to the shaman soldier.
War can enhance the strength of the Witch Clan, and the same can be said for killing.
Coupled with the large amount of resources plundered through war, the strength of the Nether Tribe not only did not decline at all, but also showed a very obvious increase.
The shamans who came back from the war plunder were also arranged to move to Netherworld City to continue expanding the city's area.
There are one hundred thousand witch soldiers stationed here, as well as the supreme leader of the tribe, the Netherworld King. If you want to rebel or resist, it is better to commit suicide on the spot.
Driven by Li Changan, the Netherworld Tribe, a huge war machine, continued to expand outwards through the strategy of supporting war with war.
A large number of war corpses were sent back to Netherworld City.
Li Changan's practice has always been soaring at a rapid speed.
His vitality has reached the point where it affects reality.
The sound of his energy and blood flowing like a tide echoed in the palace, and the terrifying aura of majesty and ferocity was growing day by day and entrenched around the palace.
All the shamans of the Nether Tribe looked towards the palace, their eyes full of awe.
Today's Nether Tribe has more frequent wars than the original tribe, but it has given the tribe's shamans a completely different kind of upward vitality.
They are not worried that their tribe will be defeated, because they have seen the power of the Netherworld King, and they are confident that the Netherworld Tribe will eventually be promoted to a tribe.
Moreover, although King Netherworld was said to be cruel and murderous, he did not kill the shamans of the tribe indiscriminately. His killings only occurred in wars, and he never committed any indiscriminate killings against the shamans under his jurisdiction.
This is enough.
For the Wu Clan, war is everywhere, and it is sheer nonsense to expect their leader to be nice to them and be amiable.
The power of the witch clan is supreme, and those who look nice and friendly may be considered by other witch people as this leader is easy to offend.
Then there will be trouble.
As long as the tribe gives them a way to survive and be promoted to a tribe, even the war resources will be shipped back in large quantities and rewarded to the shamans who have made meritorious service in the war.
What else is there to be dissatisfied with?
I don’t know how many witch soldiers stationed in Nether City wanted to go to the front line to join the battle, but they had to stay because there was no shortage of soldiers on the front line.
War is not only a pressure, but also gives the tribe the vitality to advance rapidly.
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On this day, a fifth-level wizard general ran towards the palace with a red-blooded battle flag in his hand.
Wherever he passed, all the tribes and shamans gave way.
"This is a major event on the front line, otherwise we wouldn't be in such a hurry."
"We won't encounter any big tribe again, right?"
"Even if it is a large tribe, it shouldn't be done. The three armies have at least one hundred thousand witch soldiers, and they are all led by big witches."
"Even if we can't defeat it temporarily, we won't encounter a crisis."
"It's probably something else."
All the shamans talked about it, and then continued to do their work.
If Netherworld City is built as early as possible, they can join the army and gain military exploits.
inside the palace,
Li Changan opened his eyes and looked at the messenger soldier who was kneeling on the ground.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
The messenger soldiers had been running for days, and now they were kneeling on the ground, almost out of breath.
He said hurriedly,
"Your Majesty, the army marching to the east was besieged by two large tribes. The Great Witch of Yanshan worked hard to support it. He led the army to occupy the cliff and held on hard. I beg the king to send a large army to support."
"The army sent a total of hundreds of spies back to report the news, but only a small one broke out of the siege."
Li Changan's aura instantly condensed.
The messenger soldier who was kneeling on the ground immediately held his breath, as if he was facing a demon god, as deep as a prison.
"You go down and repair yourself, and then return to the front army after you recover."
Li Changan said.
The messenger stood up carefully and quickly left the palace.
The pressure in the palace was so strong that if I stayed there for a long time, I would be afraid that I would not be able to bear the pressure and my heart would burst and die.
But when will the king send an army?
The situation of the army conquering the east is critical. If it is slower, it is likely that the entire army will be annihilated.
The messenger soldier was thinking this, and suddenly felt the movement behind him, and then turned around to look.
I saw a figure standing suddenly in the void, its whole body covered in fire.
The next moment, it turned into a meteorite and flew rapidly towards the east.
"The king actually went out on his own!?" The messenger's eyes widened.
Even though he had seen the king flying in the air several times, he was fascinated every time.
The Witch Clan is powerful in combat, but they can't fly, which makes all the Witch Clan feel helpless.
Even those Witch Kings could only use brute force to jump into the sky.
Only a very small number of Nuo witches can use the power of secret patterns to fly in the air.
But he has never seen someone with such terrifying flying speed like the king.
Li Changan flew rapidly at high altitude without concealing his aura, carrying raging fire across the sky.
The sonic boom that broke through the sound barrier echoed throughout the world.
All the ferocious beasts that noticed the movement couldn't help but shrink their necks, for fear of being stared at by the terrifying beings high in the sky.
In just half an hour, Li Changan arrived at the battlefield of the Eastern Expedition Army.
The current battlefield situation has reached the point where the defense line is about to be breached.
The army of the Eastern Expedition occupied the only mountain road up the mountain and held on accordingly.
The mountain road was destroyed.
Just by looking at it, dozens of wizard soldiers were knocked off the cliff.
If you fall from such a height, you will either die or be seriously injured.
The war situation is critical.
A rough look at the 100,000-strong eastern army now shows that it is less than 50,000, and the morale of the remaining shaman soldiers is also extremely low.
Under the siege of the two great witches, Yanshan struggled to hold on, preventing the two great witches from rushing across the mountain road and breaking into the battle formation.
The news of Li Changan's arrival attracted the attention of all the wizard soldiers.
Such an unabashedly terrifying fireball descended into the sky and stopped suddenly, making it difficult not to attract attention.
Yanshan knocked away a big witch, and an expression of surprise appeared on his face.
He roared at the army marching eastward behind him, "The king himself has come to save us. All soldiers obey my order and kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
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Li Changan stood high in the sky, and a large flame rune flew out of his palm, turning into a crimson moon blade and falling downwards with a "whistle".
The two large tribes that besieged the eastward army suddenly burst into flames.
However, the flame runes did not stop, but more and more runes flew out, filling the sky.
"boom!"
"boom!"
…
After just ten breaths,
A sea of fire was suppressed by Li Changan with one hand.
The besieging army within a radius of twenty miles was cleared instantly, as if a natural disaster had come.
The battlefield was instantly shaken.
"Surrender or die!"
Li Changan's deep voice echoed between heaven and earth.