MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 60 Prisoner of Wraith

  Chapter 60 The Captive in the Wraith

  But Mao Tao clearly understands but is as bewildered as they are, this kid is not stupid.

"I don't know much Baling script, so it looks a bit difficult. But Tao Bo would be very grateful for asking the person who dug up the manuscript to send it to Baling Kingdom. In addition, he seemed to say that from this illusion, what The gods have indeed fallen."

  He Lingchuan's heart skipped a beat: "Mitian?"

  It seems that the Baling Kingdom knows more inside stories. But this is also normal, after all, it was a country that participated in the war.

   "I don't understand those words." Mao Tao smiled wryly, "Besides, the Dafang pot may not be able to move."

  He Lingchuan's face changed: "Are you sure?"

  They came here to take risks after all the hardships, just to take the Dafang Pot back. If the pot can't be taken away, isn't he coming in vain?

   Also, what about the battle at Woling Pass?

  This question just popped up, and He Lingchuan himself was taken aback.

  Since when did he pay so much attention to the war situation in Yuan Country?

   "I'm just not sure, so I didn't think about whether to say it or not." Mao Tao muttered, "I have only been in school for three years. If I had known this, I wouldn't have slept in class."

   "What else?" He Lingchuan touched his chin. Sun Guoshi must have seen these few words, but he didn't say anything.

  Is the old man sure about taking the Dafang pot, or does he have other considerations?

   "Also, Tao Bo believes that there is a powerful existence in this world." Mao Tao blushed, "I don't understand the other words, so I don't want to speculate."

  Powerful existence? "Are you referring to a **** hiding in some corner?"

  Mao Tao shrugged, how could he have an answer: "Brother Chuan, why didn't the national teacher mention it?"

   "Perhaps we don't need to know." He Lingchuan changed the subject, "How long have we been setting the fire?"

   "Uh, more than an hour?"

   "It's time to go back."

   "The north is still..."

  He Lingchuan interrupted him: "The north may not be important."

  How did the young master see that the north is not important? "The houses in the north are not burned down, I'm afraid the national teacher will hold them accountable." On the outside, Mao Tao must be following He Lingchuan's lead, but here...

   "Young Master, you can't harm me."

   "Let's go back first. If the illusion is not broken, I will definitely accompany you to the north." He Lingchuan said with a smile, "Are you afraid that they will eat you?"

   Now that he was talking about Zhong Mao Tao's heart, he couldn't help shaking. He is the weakest among the four, if he doesn't want to be eaten by the first one, he must at least win someone over.

  At this time, the drinks, oil, and charcoal that the two of them had on the road had all been used up, and Mao Tao no longer objected, so they threw away the cart and turned to the south gate.

   "Master, let's go straight there." Why did you make a detour and slip past the eastern city wall?

   "Follow me, stop talking nonsense." He Lingchuan couldn't explain why, the further south he went, the heavier and more uncomfortable he felt.

   It seemed like disaster was imminent.

  So he chose this route, because the buildings on the east side are tall and the river network is densely covered, making it easy to hide his body.

  Now the east and west of the city are full of flames, and there is a sense that the end is coming.

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  Outside the Thunder Summoning Circle, there was a crowd of heroes, and there was no end in sight.

  The ordinary resentful souls didn't know where they were being squeezed, only the Gale Army surrounded them. Their military appearances were neat and tidy, and they stood still like a deep pool, the violent appearance when they first came out of the well was gone.

  Before and after death, they are all fierce brigades.

  Being stared at silently by tens of thousands of dead people, how much pressure does this bring to the living?

  The Heishuicheng army's scalp was numb, and it was unclear whether it was from fear or from being electrocuted. In front of so many army souls, can the formation protect them well? He Chunhua often shouted to encourage his subordinates: "Don't worry, don't be afraid, the sky thunder is enough to protect us! We stand here with peace of mind, and we are fighting for our country!"

  There is indeed a Thunder Snake roaming around the talisman array on the ground, reminding both the enemy and ourselves that its power is hidden.

  The previous team leader threw a long spear, but it was disintegrated by the thunder, which did not hurt the living people in the formation, and also taught everyone to feel at ease. Who knows that it can not only use its brain and measure the situation, but also know how to send its men to find reinforcements.

   Now Wuyang Wuyang's army outside the magic circle does not seem to be here to watch the excitement. As long as the numbers are gathered, I am afraid they will launch an attack. This is what people are most worried about:

  The Heavenly Thunder Formation is indeed powerful, but it is driven by manpower after all, just like a lever. Tianlei is very powerful, at least one point must be paid by oneself, right? Can the morale of these hundreds of people, coupled with the Sheji Order of the county guard, persist until the national teacher comes out?

  Even He Chunhua was heartbroken.

  The army of heroic spirits is assembled to overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum. The so-called strategy of attacking soldiers is to subdue others' soldiers without fighting. Then they must have something to follow.

  In addition, He Chunhua was particularly worried about Ikei's eldest son.

  Nian and Sun are uneasy and kind to the He family father and son. Will the son suffer a lot if he is alone? Although he sent Zeng Feixiong and others to go in, how many dangerous traps are inside, can He Lingchuan handle it?

  He Chunhua silently recited that the eldest son is a blessed general who will surely save the day, but on the other hand he couldn't stop worrying. If He Lingchuan encounters misfortune, after that...

"How is this going?"

   "Are there any prisoners among the resentful souls?" A commotion among his subordinates interrupted He Chunhua's train of thought. He looked up and was also surprised.

  The Gale Army separated from it, made way for it, and pushed out hundreds of resentful souls from behind.

   These are the first soul bodies to come out of the well. There are humanoid ones, and there are all kinds of strange ones. There are even more than half of them in military uniforms, which seem to be soldiers from other camps.

   "The coalition army is the soul of the Xianba coalition army." Yes, the war on the Panlong Wasteland has been stalemate for 32 years. This meat grinder harvested not only the lives of Xiluo citizens, but also a large number of coalition soldiers.

  They also slept forever in this blood-stained land, and were finally collected by Dafang Pot, and they would not live in peace after death.

  These resentful spirits who were originally whistling from Ai Yuan were driven away by the Gale Army, but they also seemed panicked. The sky thunder wandering in the talisman array in front of them made them smell like a nemesis.

  He Chunhua's expression changed: "The Gale Army wants to drive them away from the formation!"

   As soon as the words fell, the Gale Army gave an order that shook the whole field, and sure enough, swords and guns came out, forcing the resentful souls to charge forward. These hundreds of resentful souls were urged to have red eyes, circling in place, and finally charged forward against Tianwei.

  The array was activated immediately, and they were blown out of their wits as soon as they hit the thunder barrier.

  Even so, the resentful souls continued to rush forward.

  All the living people saw the formation flashing and the thunder rumbling, but the Gale Army outside the formation was still waiting in full force, and they felt anxious.

  When the army is fighting or attacking the city, sometimes the prisoners of war will be pushed in the front row as human shields. If the opponent cannot bear to attack, the own side will seize the opportunity. This method is cruel but effective, and it has never been absent in the wars of all ages.

  (end of this chapter)