"Mo Qianji?" When Zuo Hou saw Kuang and Mo appear together and intervene, he knew that his resistance was useless. He can't defeat so many people by himself, and it's impossible for him to run away. It is said that King Youxian almost fell into the hands of Mo Qianji's flying knife. He was so old that he couldn't run fast at all.
"So, King Youxian lost?"
"If you lose, your legs are useless, and you are completely in our hands." Mo Qianji did not give Zuo Hou any chance to admire him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! So, what happened to the southern expedition in the Northern Territory?" Zuo Hou was a little worried about this. Although the high priest was invited, Mo Qianji, who was the defender, appeared here.
"You really want to know?"
"Please tell me! Everything!" Zuo Hou said firmly. Before Mo Qianji's impatience showed up, Zuo Hou added: "This is my last wish! After you finish speaking, you can kill or behead me, it's up to you! Of course, in return, I will tell you Something you have neglected. But I want you to tell me first, everything that happened after I left the Southern Expedition battlefield, in detail and truthfully!"
"Tell me about your reward first!" Mo Qianji will not fall into the trap so easily, "What if you commit suicide after I finish talking?"
"You! How could I lie?"
"Then show your sincerity! I won't make things difficult for you, just make an oath!"
"Okay! Today, I swear an oath to the high priest in the name of Zuohou of the Northern Territory..."
"Stop!" Mo Qianji and Lao Mumu shouted at the same time.
Facing Zuo Hou's confused look, Lao Mumu asked knowingly: "Isn't your belief in heaven? How come you became a high priest?"
A trace of shame flashed across Zuo Hou's face, and he explained: "Because there is no use swearing to heaven..."
"Oh? Since it's useless, then swear to God." Mo Qianji didn't seem to care about these.
"You!" An angry look appeared on Zuo Hou's face, "You are insulting me!"
"You have no choice!" Several flying knives suddenly appeared, pointing directly at Zuo Hou.
"You!" Zuo Hou put away his anger, "Okay! Today, in the name of Zuo Hou of the Northern Territory, I swear to heaven. What I said to Mo Qianji and others today is true. If I violate this oath, I will be struck by thunder from the sky. , future generations will be slaves forever, and will not be able to stand up from generation to generation!"
Cruel enough! Several people were very satisfied with this oath. God is also very generous. The sun is high and there are no clouds in the sky.
"Then tell me about your reward." Mo Qianji continued to control the topic.
"Okay! I'll say it. But to prevent you from betraying me, I'll only tell you part of it." After Zuo Hou swore, he also calmed down. "This matter has something to do with King Youxian."
. . .
"Then what?" Lao Mumu was confused. Part of it is gone?
"Then?" Zuo Hou looked at Mo Qianji, "Then we have to see how much Mo Jijiu can tell."
"Help me keep an eye on him." Mo Qianji put away his throwing knife and collected his thoughts. A world-shattering battle reappeared in Mo Qianji's statement.
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A few days ago.
Facing the snow dragon knight in front of him, the high priest gently raised his hand and held down the snow dragon's head, preventing Xue Long and King Yan from moving even half a step forward.
"The king of the Eastern Region?" the high priest sighed, "It's still a little short of that!" The high priest gave out his palm, and the snow dragon's head was crushed into pieces of snowflakes.
As the dragon's head was destroyed, the entire snow dragon "collapsed" and scattered into catkins all over the sky.
The high priest picked up the snow and threw it at King Yan. King Yan tried to block the spear, but the force of the snow was too great, and it directly hit King Yan to the ground.
King Yan fell to the ground, creating a big pit, and the snow on his body buried him in the pit. It was not easy to push through the snow and climb out, not to mention how embarrassing it was.
"The king of the Eastern Region is so weak. If I hit you, my hands will be dirty." The high priest stood with his hands behind his back, looking aloof and not looking down on King Yan at all.
King Yan on the ground adjusted his breathing and said to everyone looking at him: "I'm fine!"
"Come again! Let me go first this time!" Mr. Su took a step forward and began to move vertically and horizontally. Others followed in turn.
The high priest looked at the dancing demons below, saying he looked down on them, but actually he didn't dare to slack off. Withstand the vast fighting spirit mixed with the power of luck.
"?" The high priest could clearly feel that this time his defense was actually chipped away by the attack of this group of miscellaneous fish. He increased his strength, and then was chipped away again.
"So strong?" the high priest muttered, is this their full strength? It seems that some people are just mean, and they won't be willing to use their full strength unless you force them! So the high priest once again increased his intensity.
Finally, the defense was not weakened. The high priest also breathed a sigh of relief, this was almost reaching his current limit. He looked down, wanting to see the ferocious faces of the ants as they tried to resist his attack.
The high priest's eyes swept across the faces of different people one by one. When he stared at Mr. Su, Mr. Su met his gaze as if he was feeling something. The right corner of his mouth twitched, revealing his fangs.
At this moment, the high priest felt that the power he exerted was out of his control! In a daze, he was knocked away by a burst of energy. Unprepared, he vomited a large mouthful of blood.
Wait, what beat him like this just now was actually his own boundless fighting spirit and power of luck. Why? The high priest cast his gaze downwards. Everyone in the East Territory was traumatized to varying degrees, especially the one who just smiled evilly at him, and turned into a bloody man.
"Mr. Su!" King Yan was shocked and sad to see his comrades on the side like this. Fortunately, Doctor Magpie rushed forward in time and stabilized Mr. Su's condition in a few strokes. "He can't die! I'll take him to the back."
"Okay!" At this time, there is no need to waste time saying thank you, the battle situation is the most important.
King Yan looked up and saw the high priest slowly falling to the ground, with a large patch of red on his chest.
"He's injured." Mo Qianji looked at King Yan, "Should we pursue him?"
"Don't chase after the poor enemy! Besides, we don't know much about him yet. We might have some trump cards." King Yan surrounded the surroundings and found that they had been swallowed up by the torrent of the Northern Territory army. It's just that they are too strong, and these little minions are afraid of them, just like the water meets the boulder-dodge to both sides!
The strange thing is that these minions seem to be obsessed with the high priest. They don't even notice that the high priest is seriously injured and continue to attack the enemy's hinterland.
"Close the defensive circle! Rebuild the defense line!" King Yan ordered, "Gather the remaining troops and defend the sky!"
"A line of sky?" Long Zibing remembered clearly that there was an extremely narrow valley on the way here. If you set up defense there, it is indeed a good choice. So what if the current Northern Territory army is like a flood? When you get to Xiantian, if you want to get in, you have to be honest.
"There is no need to defend the Northern Territory anymore, retreat!" King Yan made a decisive decision and used his spear to sweep away the surrounding Northern Territory minions.
Only after the companions "learned" the flying technique did others react. They looked back, but they couldn't find the high priest who was still floating in the air majestically at the beginning.
At this time, these people from the Northern Territory ran back on their own, babbling. King Yan and others who were busy setting up defenses became rebels in the torrent of the army.
…
A line of sky.
"This time I have revealed the few secrets of Qianji Castle." Mo Qianji spread the Qianji Pillars like spring plowing and sowing.
"I don't have anything to do in military warfare." Mr. Xing planted a few trees calmly, "There's still no problem in planting trees."
"By the way, where is the old wood?" Mr. Ying discovered a strange place.
"I don't know, but he probably isn't dead." It was Doctor Magpie who spoke, and everyone felt relieved.
Doctor Magpie helped Mr. Su up and scolded him: "Look at you, why are you so rude? If your teacher knew that you were using your arrogance in this way, would you believe that he would kick you out?"
"Whether you believe it or not, Teacher already knows." Mr. Su said with a wry smile. Not to mention that his teacher is always paying attention to the northern border, but he also has a chess piece next to him!
"You! It's true!" Doctor Magpie didn't want to say too much. Seeing that Mr. Su could leave on his own, he let go of his hand and went to do other things.
"Okay, Brother Su, have a good rest!" The ground in Xianxiantian was not necessarily smooth. Long Zibing was afraid that Mr. Su would fall, so he quickly supported him.
"I'm sure you're good! Everyone else is sharpening their guns in the middle of the battle. What are you doing with a tree like this?" Mr. Ying could be heard complaining from a distance.
"Oh, why are you in a hurry?" Mr. Xing was still so calm.
King Yan was not idle either. He led a team to climb up the cliff and set up an ambush at a high place.
The high priest was seriously injured, so he might not come right away. After all, there shouldn't be a humanoid artifact like the Magpie Doctor in the north, so he wouldn't be able to recover that quickly.
So even if the Northern Territory attacks again after a while, the high priest should be behind the scenes.
But no one in the Eastern Region knew that the high priest at this time was far more miserable than they imagined.
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Northern Territory, frontline camp.
"High Priest, I respect you. But I really didn't expect that you would be such a person who takes advantage of others." Although the high priest's mouth did not move, the voice came from him. It was obvious that the voice came from The owner of this body—Da Ming.
The high priest ignored Da Ming's voice and slowly used the power of luck to heal his injuries.
Logically speaking, if the high priest occupies Da Ming's body, he can obliterate Da Ming's consciousness and prevent Da Ming from resisting.
But the high priest didn't, or he couldn't. As the leader of the Northern Territory, the destiny contained in Da Ming cannot be wiped out at will. If you want to occupy it by force, it may be your life that will be lost. But in the long run, it was the high priest who suffered.
Use the power of luck to fight against the power of luck, no matter how you look at it, you will lose. What's more, the power of luck is the basis for the high priest's survival until now. If one is to kill a person with good luck for temporary gain, what is the difference between that and pre-determining the date of death?
Da Ming saw that the high priest ignored him, but it was not a problem to stay like this. Simply ask a servant to come in, understand clearly the movements of King Yan and others, and then formulate a battle plan based on the opponent's actions. The high priest did not object, and the order was issued and spread throughout the frontline military camps.
As for whether to issue the order in the name of the great destiny or the high priest, it depends on what is in the mind of this servant.
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Night falls.
The Xiantian soldiers lit bonfires one after another and buried pots to cook.
Although the atmosphere is tense, it is not too tense and is relatively reasonable.
"Who?" asked the guard at the checkpoint.
Everyone turned their heads when they heard the cry. I saw a dark shadow approaching from far away, and the swaying firelight gradually illuminated his face.
"Wild wolf?" The masters on the city wall who had seen him stood up one after another. They didn't know where to put the eating utensils in their hands. They were replaced by all kinds of handy things.
The wild wolf raised his hands and asked innocently to the group of people in front of him who were facing a formidable enemy:
"Have you forgotten me as a prisoner of war?"
