Chapter 47 The Lord of the Mist City's Plan
The loss of the East Gate plunged the city of fog into an unprecedented crisis. At night, it was when Warcraft's siege stopped. At this time, the whole city mobilized and began to repair the East Gate.
After all, the time is too short and there is not enough manpower. Even if the wall can't be repaired well, it is a very mysterious thing whether it can resist the last day of Warcraft's siege.
Yao Qinghua, the owner of the city, decided to let his son Lan Zhonghao guard the east gate of the fog city. This time, the fog mercenary regiment suffered heavy losses, inexplicably killing the deputy commander Yu Qianfu, which made the overall morale of the fog mercenary regiment depressed. Even the cold flame tamed mythical beasts could not let the mercenaries see hope
This sad morale soon began to spread, and the whole city of fog was shrouded in a year of gloom.
At this time, Lan Zhonghao of the Brilliant Mercenary Regiment, the king of Warring beside him, Ye Feilong of the mercenary Regiment, Ye Linhan beside him, Qiu Meng and the deputy commander of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment were all sitting in the living room of the city master's mansion.
The atmosphere was a little cold. They didn't expect that the beast tide would be so fierce. If they failed to defend the city, the masters could escape, but those ordinary mercenaries and ordinary people would definitely become the victims of the beast tide. This is not what they want to see.
Yao Qinghua hurried in. The layout of the night made the eyebrows of the old city, who had always been capable, also show extreme fatigue.
Behind him were Yao Yukun and Leng Yan, the masters of the young city. The two walked in side by side. Yao Yukun walked to his father, and Leng Yan just found the outermost seat to sit down.
A man walked behind the cold flame and stood up. This change made everyone look towards the cold flame. When they saw that it was the first pharmacist in the city of fog, everyone took a breath of cold air.
The gambling game between Se Xian and Leng Yan came out. Now Se Xian really keeps his promise and becomes the guardian of Leng Yan. This is still the only interesting talk in the sluggish atmosphere of the city of fog.
No one in the living room wants to make a cold joke. They all think that the next day's Warcraft Siege will be a more powerful Warcraft, and they have become the end of the crossbow.
"City lord, my daughter is missing!" Qiu Meng stood up, always with a strong face, a little more haggard and anxious.
Leng Yan lowered her head and didn't say anything. Qiu Ziteng had contributed her soul and became a servant of the devil. She didn't want to say this kind of thing to make this fierce man sad.
However, Qiu Ziteng is dead. Although it is her choice, Leng Yan still feels a little sad.
"Meg. Qiu Meng, what I want to say is that our whole city of fog is going to be finished. Let's put aside your daughter's affairs for the time being." Yao Qinghua stroked the corners of his eyebrows, as if he wanted to smooth out his troubles.
Qiu Meng said nothing and sat down, but his face turned even more blue.
"Today's Warcraft siege, in the afternoon, there have been high-star soul beasts, and even a few holy beasts. Although they are only low-star holy beasts, there are too few masters of our fog city."
"The East Gate was once lost, and many monsters rushed into the Mist City. Many people were **. I am very sad about this kind of thing, and it is also our responsibility. The soldiers of the Mist City and the Mist Mercenary Regiment do not have a master at the level of the King of War, which is also the main reason for the loss."
"Tomorrow, we will face a more powerful Warcraft siege. I don't know if there will be a high-star holy beast in the future. What a difficult battle it will be. I think you are already clear about it. The City of Misty is an important city in our Soxi region that has cut off the connection between the Misty Forest Warcraft and the Central Plain. If it is lost, a large number of Warcrafts will enter the Central Plain of the Soxi Region.
"The central plain has always been a civilian city, and it can't resist the attack of Warcraft at all! I think you all know what kind of responsibility we shoulder.
Yao Qinghua said, and his expression was a little more depressed, but his eyes lit up. He stood up, took a deep breath, spit out the sad emotion, and then said loudly, "Although we yearn for miracles, we prefer to create miracles. We must keep and stick to the city of fog!"
The silence below is that the breathing becomes extremely light, and no one stands up to agree.
Although the Mist Mercenary Regiment is a local mercenary, it is not the king of war, and the East Gate is lost. It is a semi-disabled team. The death of Yu Qianfu makes the whole momentum of the mercenary regiment depressed.
As for the other three mercenary regiments, they are mercenaries. At worst, the mission fails. To kill the brothers, what they need is enough remuneration, not to dedicate their blood and lives for the safety of the Soxi region.
At this time, the air condensed together, and Yao Qinghua felt the solidification of the atmosphere and stood there stiffly.
Silent, spreading throughout the space...
"The city owner is right. I am willing to coexist with the city of fog!"
Leng Yan finally couldn't sit still. He stood up and said, and his cold eyes swept over everyone.
Although Leng Yan is not a hot-blooded young man, he is not the kind of coke who escapes from the battle!
The cold flame's words were like a stone hidden in the dark tide of the lake in silence, which made everyone stunned and then looked at her.
The straight figure, although standing at the lowest position at the door, proudly gives people a strong sense of self-confidence, as if it is not a beast tide, but a nest of ants!
"What? Are you scared? Are you going to retreat?" Leng Yan lowered his head slightly and glanced at the others with cold eyes.
Lan Zhonghao stood up and said, "Our brilliant mercenary regiment is very willing to contribute. I have also contacted some guests. They are on their way. Although they don't know if they can catch up, our brilliant mercenary regiment is still unwilling to give up this task!"
"As the pride of the King of War, I will not leave until the city becomes a ruin!" Wang Ziheng, the king of war who followed Lan Zhonghao, stood up and said proudly.
"What a courage!" Yao Qinghua exhaled a sigh of breath and calmed down a little in the face of the first king of war who stood up.
"I have long heard that the Iron Claw King has always been righteous and heroic. If you can make such a promise to my fog city today, please accept my worship!" Yao Qinghua said and bowed to Wang Ziheng.
"My daughter hasn't been found yet. Our Black Tiger Mercenary Corps won't leave yet!" Qiu Meng snorted coldly. At this time, he was worried about his precious daughter. Lan Zhonghao tried to open his mouth several times to tell the truth, but he finally held back again and again.
At this time, there was only the cracked mercenary regiment left. Ye Feilong sat there safely at this time, holding a cup of tea, and did not mean to say anything.
With nine twists and eighteen twists in his heart, his crooked mind has never stopped.
From the moment Leng Yan stood up, Ye Feilong scolded Leng Yan in his heart.
Last night, Leng Yan cut his face to death. He not only said that he would tame the spirit beast for nothing in the reward, but also made a co-exist with the city of fog today!
This is simply the nursery of the city of fog!
It's just a big illusionist. It's so easy to show off, so good to show off, so good to fight against him. Even if it's a 16-year-old genius teenager, he has decided to completely erase this genius!
Ye Feilong slowly stood up and said word by word, "I cracked the mercenary regiment, and I am willing to fight tomorrow!"
Everything developed in the direction of imagination, which made Yao Qinghua very satisfied. Yao Yukun blinked at Leng Yan and expressed his gratitude between his eyebrows.
Leng Yan put his hand into his waist, touched the black iron short sword, and said in his heart: Yi Rong, how are you? It's the last day of guarding the city. Will you come?
At this time, the excited Yao Qinghua continued: "Thank you for not giving up on the city of fog. Although tomorrow will be a tough battle, we should not have too much pressure."
"Since the disappearance of Yirong Shengzi, we have contacted the Cangness Alliance. Just this afternoon, we got the Feixin Biography. The Cangness Alliance has sent a new helper and will rush to the City of Fog at noon tomorrow! As long as we stick to them, the city of fog will definitely be able to defend the city and resist this tide of beasts!"
Yao Qinghua's words made everyone in the living room ripple!
Do you have reinforcements? Is there anything happier than this?
Leng Yan looked up, and his eyes were shining. He stood up and asked, "I just don't know who the vast alliance will send to support us."
"Second only to the Holy Son, Yu Hantao, a talented teenager, he will take the two elders in the door, all of whom are the cultivation of the king of war!" Yao Qinghua looked happy, but Leng Yan's heart suddenly became a little empty.
It's not Yirong, it's not Yirong's good friend, but a competitor!
As the son of the vast alliance, Yirong is the first person to carry forward the vast alliance in the Soxi region. While his reputation and status have reached the peak, it has also aroused the jealousy of others.
This Yu Hantao is one of them.
In terms of origin, Yu Hantao is the grandson of the elder, much better than Yi Rong, an orphan adopted by the leader of the vast alliance.
In terms of talent, Yu Hantao has always been the first genius to attract much attention before Yirong's appearance. Unfortunately, since Yirong's appearance, he has almost been forgotten.
In terms of cultivation, Yi Rong is the youngest king of war spirit, and Yu Hantao only became the king of war spirit half a year later than him!
If these are not enough to make him jealous, then Yirong got the title of the Holy Son, and he just got a sub-saint!
Ya! Always the second Ya, let him see that Yi Rong is as uncomfortable as if he was on fire!
If you are not afraid, you will always be the second one!
Leng Yan inquires about Yi Rong's matter, and by the way, he can find out about Han Tao's matter. He seems to be a sub-genius who appeared to set off Yi Rong's genius, that is, Leng Yan, who has a little more pity for this person.
"Yu Hantao!"
No matter who it is, it is much better to have reinforcements than to fight alone. Leng Yan looked up and looked at the proud old face of Yao Qinghua, the city owner. When he entered the living room, he still looked like he had fallen into the city. He couldn't help adding him the title of "Old Fox".