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War in the Wasteland 260 Lich Chinamos (2)

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    The sound of killing outside the Red City was loud, and in just two or three hours, tens of thousands more barbarians gathered on the streets.

    At first glance, there were seventy or eighty thousand people.

    For siege warfare, the siege team must be at least ten times more powerful than the defenders before it is possible to capture the city.  Although the number of these 70,000 to 80,000 barbarians is small, they are all extremely tough. Even the equally strong Behemoth warriors feel an unusual headache.

    ¡°If we don¡¯t take it seriously, I¡¯m afraid these barbarians might really capture the Red City.

    However, these barbarians were still gathering for the time being, and it was estimated that the attack would take a while, so Yang Dazhuan once again focused on these demons.

    After he finished asking his questions, Xiangshuai and Bulat continued to talk for a while, and probably brought out all the things Zandi knew and didn't know, including his eighteenth generation ancestors Now that I think about it, there is no use.  Yang Dashuan thought again of the dirty tricks this guy had played on him before.

    ??Cracking with whips and branding with irons, these things are already out of date

    I don¡¯t know whether they were numb or not afraid at all. These demons twisted their necks and pretended to be tough guys.  This annoyed Yang Dashuan for a while.

    ?????????????? Yang Dashuan was also thinking about these demons, and he had to hear howls from their mouths, otherwise wouldn¡¯t the arrow on his shoulder be in vain?

    "Damn! You're silent!" Edward dropped the cane in his hand in frustration and helplessly shrugged his shoulders at Yang Dachuan.  "Master, this guy didn't even open his mouth even if he was beaten to death. Is he mute?"

    "Nonsense, wasn't the shout just now very cheerful?" Upon hearing this, Yang Dashuan immediately became angry.  He's not done with his anger yet!

    Several slave warriors looked at each other for a while, wondering when the master had a hobby.

    "Okay, or else I'll kill them!" Ed came up and patted his two heads and said.  "The group of barbarians outside are almost ready. They may have to rush in at any time!"

    "No, I have to kill these guys!" Yang Dazhuan felt angry when he saw these demons.  Not only did he come all the way from the wilderness, but he also shot an arrow into his shoulder.  If I hadn't reacted quickly, the arrow would have penetrated my throat!

    "Master, these demons are almost dead, and they probably won't be able to scream the way you want." The centaur, who had not interrupted, hurriedly came over, "To deal with people, you should start from their weaknesses!"

    Weakness?

    This reminds Lao Yang.

    "Oh?" Yang Dashuan straightened up and smiled.  The devil's weakness is nothing more than fear of light and water

    Centaur 1 rolled his eyes and whispered into the master's ear for a long time, becoming more and more sincere as he spoke.  At the end of the sentence, both of them had a sinister smile on their faces.

    The half-dead parasitic demon lay on the ground, with an uneasy mood, half-opened eyes staring at the wasteland natives forming a circle not far away.  They dare to ask the Dread Lord Mage who has sacrificed. These natives of the main plane will definitely not discuss anything good.

    The discussion soon came to an end. The slave warriors quickly pulled a demon body down from the rock wall, and directly pulled out a large piece of bloody meat with the javelin.  Half dragged and half pulled to the side, several beefy Behemoth warriors brought another huge wooden barrel Listening to the sound in the barrel, Zandi immediately felt numb all over.

    Before he could react, the resident demon was forcefully stuffed into the bucket, causing a splash of water.

    Looking at the struggling companions in the bucket, for the demons who are naturally afraid of water, the fear of being drowned is simply more frightening than any way of death.  Even if it wasn't drowning, just having a bucket of water poured over them, it was enough to make these demons wail for a whole day.

    But this wailing sound was accompanied by the sound of the barbarian horn.

    At this time, Yang Dashuan didn't care about torturing these demons, and gave an order casually, asking the slaves to stuff all these guys into the toilet and drown them

    In addition to the barbarians, there were also a group of saloon knights who attacked.

    These salon knights fluttered their wings, as if they had suffered enough losses in the morning and were a little distracted at this time.  He had been hovering above the barbarian army and did not suddenly rush out with any unexpected thoughts.

    Waiting until dark, the barbarians finally advanced five miles away from the battlefield and pitched a series of tents facing the front.

    Looking from the top of the city of Shacheng, we can see an army of 70,000 barbarians marching toward them. Their armor clanging, weapons clashing, footsteps and horn sounds are very impressive.  Countless military flags, which are beautiful but very rough in workmanship, are floating in the breeze across the street.Rows of lightly-armed barbarian infantry stood arrogantly at the front of the sand city as their bodies swung. The fierce barbarians did not carry weapons, but just waved their powerful fists and issued various provocative calls, unscrupulously  Laughing and roaring could be heard in the distance with the evening wind.

    "Do these guys want to attack the city overnight?" Brat blinked, a little hard to accept.  At night, most Behemoths are blind and cannot see things that are too far away.  If this group of barbarians wanted to attack the city overnight, then he really had no choice but to watch helplessly.

    "Don't be anxious yet, let's see what these guys want to do!" Xiangshuai interrupted Blatter and looked back at Yang Dachuan, who was rushing over.  "We elves are not only the darlings of nature, but also the pride of the night. The moon god Eluni will always protect us. In night battles, we will never be inferior to any opponent!"

    With Xiangshuai¡¯s words, Blatter calmed down.

    The elves are enemies of these barbarian clans, and they may have their own unique methods of dealing with these guys.  Maybe his worries are in vain. Even if Xiangshuai fails, there is still a master of the wasteland here.

    However, the fact that the opponent¡¯s number of people was nearly ** times greater than his own still gave Bratt a headache.

    The brave Behemoth warriors are never afraid of fighting, but they are beginning to have a headache with these barbarians who have just fought against each other for the first time today.  If Beamon never dodges when facing the enemy's weapons, then the same goes for these barbarians.

    At the same time, it can also be said unceremoniously that these barbarians are even more crazy.

    Human beings are certainly hated by the elves. Even the natives of the wasteland are not given the word "savage" by the elves.  But this barbarian was named by the elves. It can be seen that the elves sincerely hate these guys who look similar to humans, but are actually very annoying.

    Maybe they are just similar in appearance and not a branch of human beings at all.  Many people in the rescue army made malicious guesses.

    But now, the protesting barbarians have retreated.

    The Chinese army opened an alley to make way for people. Yang Dashuan took advantage of the situation and looked over, and his pupils suddenly narrowed.  Before the others noticed what was going on, Yang Dashuan quickly pulled out the Moradin's Fury from his waist.

    The gun was flexibly rotated between the fingers, and the muzzle was pointed at the end of the alley.  As soon as Moradin's angry gun stopped, a fiery snake spurted out from the black hole of the gun chamber.

    The dark city suddenly became extremely dazzling.

    The flames surged out from the top of the city like a ferocious tide, and suddenly turned into a rocket. The huge and thick flames in the darkness rushed towards the end of the alley like a running Komodo beast.  No one realized what was going on.

    Even Xiang Shuai didn't react. He only felt Yang Dashuan's right hand move, and then his eyes were filled with flames.  Seeing this, Xiang Shuai was also covered in cold sweat. If Yang Dashuan played this trick on him, he would probably be left with nothing but powder after being burned by fire.

    The magic crystal of the fourth-level monster, coupled with the wind magic catalyzed by Moradin's gun, is at least as powerful as a top-level magician.  Just this moment, let alone being unprepared, even those who have been mentally prepared may not be able to bear it. After this pillar of fire passes, I am afraid that not even the dregs will be left.

    The flames grazed the ground, and the dry soil quickly spread traces of cracks.

    The ground rolled, like a plow gnawing through the ground.

    Let alone a certain person in front of you, even a small mountain can be burned to ashes by this flame.

    But strangely, the flame separated silently A light blue ice circle appeared in the center of the flame, and a lich in a black cloak was looking up at the city wall in the flames.  The deeply sunken eyes are full of indescribable indignation and hatred!
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