Chapter 12 The Witcher's Spirit

Zuo Mu glanced at the fairy barbarians who began to charge outside the city, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes. These fairies and barbarians intercepted caravans countless times outside the city, and the hatred with the pearl fairy rice shop was like an inexorable ink spot. It was very similar to stay to see how these fairy barbarians died at the hands of Li Feng's army, but he also knew that he knew The duty is to maintain public security and stabilize the hearts of the people in the Wind City. Now is not the time to stay on the wall to watch the performance.

Chong Li Feng nodded. Zuo Mu quickly ran down the wall. Someone had already led him a horse. He turned over and ran to the city.

Li Feng moved his sight from the back of Zuo Mu back to the battlefield. Three thousand immortal barbarians were divided into ten squares, holding rough wooden shields, roaring and rushing to the city. This is a batch of cannon fodder. The only thing waiting for them is death. These people can't climb the wall at all.

"Bow and arrow, release!"

Seeing that the distance was almost over, Li Feng's high right hand fell fiercely, and his shouts immediately came out of the horn every 50 meters in the east of the city.

The long crossbow archer who had been waiting behind each shooting mouth on the wall for a long time immediately pressed the shooting wrench on the assault team of the fairy barbarians. Hundreds of one-meter-long iron arrows pierced into the barbarians and immediately turned up a wave of blood. The vanguard troops who had just ran 300 meters away were immediately collapsed.

"Second team, shoot!"

With the command of the inspector, the crossbow archers who shot for the first time quickly made way, and the second batch of crossbowmen made up for the second round of shooting at the barbarians, followed by the third batch. When the third batch of crossbowers attacked, the first archer had twisted more than one meter long steel arrows into the crossbow arrows through the electric power mechanism, just to make up for the shooting interval.

Three batches of archers took turns to shoot, and the arrows fell like raindrops. At the beginning, the archers did not cooperate well, and there were occasional shooting gaps. Later, the three batches of archers changed their arrows, and the shooting three movements were extremely smooth, leaving no gap for the barbarians at all, blocking them 200 meters away.

Hundreds of barbarians who were lucky enough to escape the rain of arrows and dragged them under the tower with arrow wounds. Just as they wanted to take action, they suddenly shot hundreds of dazzling lightning from the black balls on the roof of the tower and burned these barbarians to ashes in the blink of an eye.

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In the dense jungle by the Lancang River, a team of 2,000 people is stationed. Each of them is holding a two-headed magic horse, but at this moment, the horse's mouth has been put on to prevent the horses from making a sound. The dense team is crowded, but no one speaks. They are quietly waiting for something.

Suddenly, a three-convex turtle came out of the soil on the edge of the team.

"Ah, monster! It's going to come out!"

The screams of soldiers came from ten meters behind the team. Chai Ning frowned and turned back and ran: "Shut up and said to act secretly. If there is anyone who dares to make noise again, be careful of my ruthlessness under the knife!"

"Yes, yes," the screaming soldier replied in a low voice, and then pointed to the left and said, "Campacon, look, there is a monster about to climb out."

"What's the panic? Haven't you learned how to deal with Warcraft? That Warcraft is a third-level magic turtle, which can't pose a threat to us. Immediately prepare to cover the skynet and hook the gun!"

Chai Ning shouted softly. Immediately, several soldiers rushed up with a long black gun and shot a huge black mesh cover above the turtle, covering the death of the turtle below. Another soldier handed over a slender metal iron gun. Chai Ning took the iron gun, jumped behind the turtle like the wind, and stabbed its anus fiercely. Go.

After Luo Han finished speaking, Chai Ning took a cold breath: "Leimmortal Master, in case you meet earth humans from other city-states..."

"You don't have time to tell who he is, and you don't have extra troops to take care of the prisoners, so kill anyone you meet!"

After saying that, Luo Han turned into a gray shadow and flew to the southwest. The red dragon sword floating in mid-air sneaked into the ground. Luo Han did not put the red dragon sword into the bag, but let it pass through the ground for a long time to exercise himself in this way that constantly consumes spiritual power.

Chai Ning looked at Luo Han's distant figure and sighed in his heart that the immortals were really fierce.

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Scorpion horse town.

The men have gone on an expedition. The women are sowing summer rice in the farmland on the west side of the town. The old people polish weapons and arrows. Some of the children are already practicing martial arts with the garrison, and the smaller ones are gathered at the east end of the town to observe the great wizard's irrigation ceremony.

The east of the town was surrounded by thousands of people, and dozens of men in black stood in the crowd. Most of these men's faces were wrinkled, but they didn't look like old people and smelled of aging.

One of them was sitting on the ground, holding an ordinary stone the size of a palm in his arms, closing his eyes and meditating.

When the crowd was slightly **, the sitting man in black suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "The respected true fairy answered my humble prayer and is willing to lower another fairy stone for our disaster-sama clan. Which one of people is willing to come up to help me?"

As soon as the man in black finished speaking, almost all the onlookers raised their hands. Finally, the man in black chose three old men to come up. The three devoutly knelt in front of the man in black and gently approached their foreheads close to the stone in his hand. After leaning on, the three old men no longer had the strength to move their heads away. Five minutes later, others moved their bodies away. By that time, they were all out of breath, and suddenly there was a weak spiritual power in the stone.