As expected, Shi Yu did have a certain impact on the attack speed of the Northern Territory. But because the cliff was too steep and there was not enough place to store the stones, the stone rain did not last long and ended soon.
The Northern Territory Army didn't know how many stones there were, but King Yan knew. Just when the people in the Northern Territory thought there were still stones and tried their best to avoid them, the Yan army rushed forward and used the information gap to inflict heavy losses to the Northern Territory's Southern Expeditionary Army who had not yet reacted.
In hand-to-hand combat, there were all kinds of strange attacks: those who stabbed the buttocks, those who stabbed the side, those who chopped off the horse's legs... and some even took the opportunity to steal the food hanging on the horse. Anyway, now the army in the northern region has been stunned by the bloody nature of the Yan army, and even has much less strength to resist.
In the eyes of the Northern Territory Southern Expeditionary Army, there was no excitement at the beginning, no fighting spirit when the great fate came on the stage, and no arrogance when the high priest appeared on the stage. Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted. In their eyes, there is only calmness like stagnant water.
Although he is not afraid of war, he is tired of it. Conquering the Eastern Region was not as simple as they imagined. Even if Thousand Machine Castle severely damaged the Wild Wolf Squad, even if Marquis Yan at that time uncharacteristically insulted their mission from body to soul. They have their own dignity, and they want to regain the glory on their faces and the honor that should belong to the Northern Territory.
But they forgot that the Eastern Region also had their persistence. They worked hard to promote the "Kyushu Plan" just to avoid hundreds of years of war and let future generations live in peace. They drove away the Northern Territory envoys who were as greedy as gluttons, just to give this struggling country a little more human blood.
After being polished with blood and tears, what Yan State lost was its northern territory, while what the Southern Expeditionary Army lost was its fighting spirit.
When the will to fight is gone, so what if the vast horizon is within your grasp. As soon as the thought changed, it disappeared into thin air.
"Retract the troops!" Da Ming ordered, and then explained to the high priest who had controlled Da Ming's body and had a puzzled expression. "Either you take action or withdraw your troops. I think it would be better to withdraw than to be massacred unilaterally."
"Hmph! Are you willing?"
"I'm not willing to give in. But there is a saying that goes well: If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. Everyone is dead, and there is no point in continuing the fight. Then no matter how much luck you give them, let them They get stronger. If they don't want to fight, there's no point."
"Hmph! The people in the Northern Territory are really getting weaker and weaker. I really don't know how someone like you got to be in the position of great destiny? You must be afraid of being beaten, right?"
Da Ming said nothing, but he knew that the high priest would not give up.
"Since you have mobilized most of the information in the Northern Territory, why don't you fight to the end? Are you worthy of the warriors who have died? Since you have invited me out, why should I leave? Over the years, what has been the best thing? What the high priest can’t do?”
"So, you want to fight to the death?"
"Hmph! I should be glad that I have taken over your body. Otherwise, with your courage, you would have dispatched your troops and run away!"
"High Priest, you can ignore my life and death, but you can't ignore those warriors! They contributed to the Southern Expedition, but it doesn't mean that they can be killed by the Yan army in a daze like just now! Don't forget - It’s true that you are the high priest, but I am the great destiny of the Northern Territory! Don’t forget that you used to be the great destiny of the Northern Territory! What is the great destiny? What is the great destiny!”
"Shut up! I am the high priest, how can I be called so casually by you? I, the people of the Northern Territory, fight in all directions. Although the three regions do not recognize my Northern Territory, who dares to treat my Northern Territory as nothing? Now, the people of the Northern Territory Warriors are just like you - weak. You should give me an explanation!"
Da Ming laughed angrily and gave this old immortal an explanation, why? I believe that the high priest also knows that after every great appointment, the person he wants to kill most is not some family feud or anyone competing with him for the great position, but the high priest.
Why is it that the person who works hard without complaining is the high priest, but the one who is admired is the high priest? What makes all previous great orders even more intolerable is that the high priest was once also a great order.
"Having been high and mighty for so long, I can no longer even fight." After Daming said the same thing as King Yan, he stopped talking.
The high priest sneered at Da Ming's words. He walked out of the tent, looked at the troops gathered in front of him, raised his right hand and withdrew the power of luck he had released previously. The sight of those lifeless warriors made him angry. Back then, he led the warriors to conquer all directions and was invincible. Now these people can't even take the northern border of the Eastern Region?
Morale is almost non-existent. Can we lead the troops back? If he is lucky, he will definitely do this. After all, the Northern Territory does not belong to him alone. So many heroes have been lost here. If other tribes attack in the future, will they just be nothing more than lambs?
The Northern Territory needs people to develop. If the people are gone, how can we still play? But doesn’t the high priest know that this is the right thing to do? He knew, but in comparison, he cared about another thing more.
The reason why he can survive to this day is entirely due to the trust and belief of the people of the Northern Territory in him. With their luck and blessing, he can live for more than seven hundred years. When a person is greedily immersed in the beauty of life, how can he be willing to face real death calmly one day?
He wants to live.
So he couldn't go back because word of the arrival of the high priest had spread. If the news of the high priest's defeat was brought back, would he still be the same god in the eyes of those foolish people? Is he still the high priest who can accomplish everything? Can he be forgiven by the herders and continue to be their faith?
No way.
Then how could he go back empty-handed? Even if the Eastern Region is really hard to crack, he still has to show some achievements of his own, so that he has reason to put all the losses on Da Ming, and he is still the high priest who is respected by everyone. .
But what could these dejected troops do? They might not be able to do much, but he can.
The high priest raised his hand and drew out the power of luck from the warriors.
"High Priest! What are you doing! Stop it!" Daming noticed the High Priest's intention and quickly stopped.
But the high priest was unmoved.
"Stop! Stop! Are you crazy!" Da Ming wanted to take back control of his body, but the high priest's power of luck was too strong, and Da Ming's resistance was like scratching an itch.
"Run! Run! Don't be stunned. Run!" Seeing that resistance was ineffective, Daming simply cut off the source of the trouble, so he shouted to the stunned warriors below.
The warriors were unmoved. They didn't seem to think that the high priest would harm them. Even if he did harm them, they would probably think it was worth it.
After a period of time, some warriors finally discovered something was wrong. The strength in their bodies was getting less and less, and some could not even support basic standing.
"High Priest, can I still go back and see my child?" A warrior raised his head and asked such a question. Obviously, after being reminded by his fate and the changes in his body, he also realized that he was going to What to face.
The warrior's words were like dropping a stone into the calm water of a pond. The water surface did not rise significantly, but it blocked the ripples.
"High Priest, can I still go back? My child is coming out soon."
"High Priest, I only have a daughter in my family. If something happens to me, how will her mother and I live?"
"High Priest, the weather has changed. I have to drive the sheep to where there is grass. Otherwise, the sheep will starve to death next year. What will we eat?"
"High Priest, now..."
"High Priest, I..."
"High Priest..."
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"High Priest, I don't want to fight, I want to go home!"
No matter how everyone expressed their needs, the high priest remained unmoved. He intensified his efforts to extract the luck of the warriors until they all fell one by one.
"Ask yourself, are you worthy of being this high priest?" After a long time, Da Ming struggled to say such a question that was beyond redemption.
"Why don't you deserve it?" the high priest sneered, "It's obviously not me who took away their luck. It was you, Daming! Did anyone see that it was me who did it? Who saw it? It was obviously you who was doing the action from the beginning to the end. , while you ignored their demands and took away the fate of the warriors, you also told them to run away."
Da Ming said nothing.
"Hypocritical! You are the most hypocritical person I have seen in so many years. Will your body be out of your control? It's obvious that you want to do this, but I can't persuade you no matter how hard I try. You only care about you. The victory I yearn for has no regard for the safety of the warriors! You still ask me if I am worthy of being a high priest? I tell you, I am not worthy of being a high priest, but are you worthy? What about you? Not to mention your fate, you are even a thousand years old. Not even worthy!"
Da Ming still didn't speak.
"Even if the battle is defeated and I return to the Northern Territory, I will still be the high priest, and you, great fate? Oh, at that time, you were just a loser worse than a pig or a dog, a thief who everyone shouted to beat!"
Da Ming still didn't speak.
"Victory is mine."
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A line of sky.
At this time, King Yan and others who were reorganizing the army had not yet realized that the length of the sky was slowly shortening.
"Huh?" After a while, Mr. Su suddenly opened his eyes and stood up suddenly.
"What's wrong? You haven't recovered yet. Sit down quickly." Doctor Magpie pushed Mr. Su down. "Every one of you in Huaigu is acting like this. They are injured and want to run around like crazy."
"No, don't you feel anything is wrong?" Mr. Su's question reminded the surrounding experts, and they all looked around.
Mo Qianji looked at the Qianji Pillar fragments at the entrance of the valley and fell into deep thought.
King Yan also noticed this. As the master of the Yan Kingdom, he has been in the sky during this period. How could he not know that something was wrong?
"The entire army obeys the order! Advance southward!"
Unfortunately, it was too late. King Yan had just given the order and the Yan army had not yet reacted. The sky is gone.
It's really gone... The sky was shaken by a sudden tremor, and it broke into rocks of different sizes, flying into the air one after another, pouring down like a heavy rain towards the fleeing Yan army.
"Mo's Thousand Planes Intent, Castle of Thousand Planes!" Mo Qianji did not dare to hide his clumsiness, and directly performed the stunt of pressing the bottom of the box. The fragments of the Thousand Planes Pillar in the distance and the one in his hand turned into something invisible to the naked eye. The debris shrouded Yan Jun's head, blocking Shi Yu's attack.
"Farmers' passion for cultivation is like towering trees!" Mr. Xing, who had always been indifferent, also changed his expression at this time. He sowed a few seeds, and the seeds instantly turned into a towering tree, using its thick trunk and branches to block the rain of boulders.
Mr. Su also wanted to use the meaning of vertical and horizontal, but the magic doctor interrupted the spell because he was sick and wounded.
"The king's will of Yan is the sky of the country!" King Yan saw that the rain of boulders had almost fallen, and he drove all the remaining boulders to no man's land with a generosity no less generous than the first two.
After the crisis dissipated, everyone in the East Territory looked towards the mouth of the valley, where there seemed to be a person standing in the snow and dust.
"High Priest." The snow dust dispersed, and King Yan and the others took a deep breath when they saw the man's appearance clearly.
Strong, too strong... At least that move just now, King Yan couldn't do it.
The high priest seemed to have regained the momentum he had when he first appeared on the scene, turning into a big stone that pressed down on everyone's hearts.
The high priest smiled ferociously, as he had done when he first saw King Yan and the others. He waved his big hand violently, and King Yan and the others flew backwards like kites with broken strings.
Not to mention those Yan troops, they looked like a handful of rice scattered in their hands. Just as they flew up, they fell heavily and fell into a piece of meat.
Xiantian, which was originally a war fortress, has completely turned into a hell on earth. There were dead bodies and minced meat everywhere. The blood gathered into a river wantonly, and the stench gathered into a strong wind arrogantly. It flows in everyone's mind and freezes everyone's heart.
"Eastern Territory, mine! Victory, mine!" The high priest raised his hands crazily, "I am the high priest! I am heaven! I am, heaven! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
The high priest looked at King Yan and others who were covered in blood, and said unscrupulously: "You have lost everything, and you will eventually surrender to me. Don't resist fearlessly! It's useless! Hahaha! As soon as possible, I will surrender to you." God, surrender! Hahaha!"
After laughing enough, the high priest looked at the unmoved King Yan and others: "Come here! Why are you standing there in a daze? Ah... eh?"
The high priest saw a very incredible scene: the Yan Kingdom defenders, who had been broken into pieces, were reassembled into complete flesh and blood bodies. They could move freely and smile to themselves!
They are smiling at me...
How can it be? it's out of the question! How could a dead person still come back to life in such a dead state?
The high priest felt that what he was seeing could not be true. Could it be that too many people died on the other side, which caused the other side to have hallucinations, and then the hallucinations were transmitted to him?
Then how to determine whether it is an hallucination? It is very simple, just kill them all!
The high priest formed a big hand again and waved it again, intending to repeat his old trick.
"Pa!" The big hand was blocked by a golden light beam.
"who?"
"It's great to have friends from far away." A figure emerged from the clouds in mid-air. The golden beam of light comes from him.
"The Holy Will of Confucianism! The Saint of the Eastern Region!" Everyone realized who it was, but King Yan had a calm look on his face, as if he had already known about this matter.
Seeing that he couldn't take down the saint, the high priest simply dismissed his big hand and asked playfully: "Is this the way you treat your friends? Using the sacred meaning of Confucianism before they even meet?"
"Of course not!" the saint smiled, "What a pity, you are not!"
