Star Trace Gate

Bulao Mountain, in a thatched hut outside the side hall.

The Poisoned Flask crouched and waited, enduring the foul magic attack.

Not long after, a voice of consciousness reached his ears.

"Brother Jiuhu, your meeting place is really unique."

"Don't say anything nonsense." Poison Wine Pot immediately replied with a voice transmission: "Weng Sanren, tell me directly, why did you ask me to have a private talk just now?"

Outside the courtyard wall in the distance, Weng Sanren turned his head to take a look at the surrounding environment and replied decisively: "I have to say that you are really meticulous. When we were in the tunnel, you guessed right that I was indeed from the Daqian court."

"When I asked you, you didn't want to admit it. Now you're suddenly telling me the truth. How can I believe it?" Poison Wine Pot replied calmly, "Besides, I'm not from Daqian either. Why do you think... I'm in the same camp as you?"

Weng Sanren curled his lips and said, "You can come from wherever you want. I only know that in this secret realm of Bu Lao Mountain, except for that woman, everyone else has only one common opponent."

"Who?"

"Don't play dumb." Weng Sanren replied, "Whoever is Bimawen is the opponent. He has gained a huge advantage. If we are scattered, it will be very difficult for us to win."

The poison wine pot looked at his father and thought for a moment: "I won't say a word, you just say yours."

"Every one of the six gentlemen is shameless and despicable. You don't trust me, and I naturally won't trust you either." Weng Sanren was no longer as timid as before, but replied with clear thinking: "In the tunnel, you took the initiative; now, it's my turn to take the initiative. You tell me a job, and I'll do it... This is how we build trust."

"Are you done?" asked the Poison Flask.

"If you defeat Bima Wen, I will only need one treasure and I will be able to report back to you."

"What treasure?"

"Earth Dragon Six Armors." Weng Sanren did not hide anything and said softly, "I must get this."

"Earth Dragon Liujia, what do you want this treasure for commanding troops?" The poison wine pot sneered: "Haha, you are not really a eunuch serving in the palace, are you? You want this thing because...!"

"You talk too much." Weng Sanren interrupted, "Just give me a straightforward response."

Poison Wine Pot covered his nose, frowning: "Okay, I'll do as you say. In this mission of sending my family, you have to show your loyalty."

"You say it." Weng Sanren agreed immediately.

……

Bulao Villa, inside the side hall.

Ren Ye and Big Fat Dragon were, at this moment, checking various bows, crossbows, hidden weapons, and magical weapons that were good at sneak attacks according to General Feng's orders.

Poison Wine Pot trotted over from the outer corridor and asked, "How are the preparations going? When are we leaving?"

Ren also glanced at him calmly: "Is your excretion smooth?"

"Three thunderclaps sounded, and my stomach was empty, and I felt very comfortable." The poison wine pot continued smoothly, and asked again: "Has General Feng assigned you any errands?"

"No." Ren Ye shook his head and replied, "He only told us to check the bows, crossbows and hidden weapons here, but he didn't say what to do. Besides, he also didn't let us move around freely."

"Not on a business trip?" Poison Wine Pot was also a little surprised.

"Yes." Ren nodded slightly and ordered: "Don't be idle, hurry up and help check, to make sure the bows, crossbows and hidden weapons are firing smoothly, and the magical weapons are not damaged."

"it is good."

The poison wine pot responded and started to work with everyone else.

Inside the room, the candlelight flickered. The guards who were in charge of checking weapons just lay on the ground and worked without any words of communication. They all seemed very silent.

About a quarter of an hour later, everyone finished their inspection, and the soldiers carried out all kinds of weapons and magic tools, and the room became empty again.

After waiting for a while, General Feng came with an old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest was about sixty years old, with white hair and a stern face.

After the two entered, the old Taoist priest walked forward, while General Feng waited quietly.

Next to them, Ren Ye and three others were sitting on a bench, not daring to observe too much, let alone ask any questions.

The old Taoist priest walked around the room, and finally pointed to the ground near the north screen and said, "Put a battle flag here."

"it is good."

General Feng replied in a rough voice, then walked to the place where the old Taoist pointed, raised his right arm and waved it, then pressed it down.

"Oh!"

A flag with an array pattern outlined on it hit the ground accurately, emitting a faint fluorescent light, which reflected the aura emanating from the surrounding houses.

After a moment, the light of the battle flags faded, and General Feng left with the old Taoist priest.

After seeing this scene, Ren Ye looked at the other two people in some confusion.

The Poison Wine Pot was also a little confused: "What is this for? The most difficult job of the Red Treasure Bag... is... just to wait here for shit?"

The fat dragon closed his eyes and rested, not participating in the discussion, and seemed to have no interest in anything happening around him.

After he returned from the psychic tunnel, he seemed to be suffering from depression. He spoke less and was even less willing to joke.

……

After midnight, the night wind suddenly arose.

The Bulao Mountain, which is under extremely tight security tonight, is filled with an indescribable chill.

"Tap tap...!"

At the foot of the mountain, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground suddenly rang out like dense drumbeats.

More than a dozen cavalry teams with different flags were marching in the night, rushing towards the villa at a very fast speed.

at the same time.

Ren Ye, the fat dragon, and the poisoned wine pot, who had been waiting for a while, were all called out by General Feng and stood at the door of the main hall waiting.

At this time, dozens of Earth Dragon Army soldiers wearing silver armor stood on both sides of the main hall. They were in neat formation, holding three-meter-high spears, with steel knives hanging from their waists, and covered their faces with snake masks, looking cold and majestic.

General Feng stood at the bottom of the stairs, turned his head and told Ren Ye and the other two, "Don't talk too much for a while, just follow me to receive the generals."

"Yes."

Although the three of them didn't know what he was up to, they couldn't ask too much, so they just clasped their fists in response.

While Ren was waiting, he also glanced inside the hall and saw that the witch master had arrived and was sitting on the main seat in the center drinking tea.

"Tap tap...!"

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from the south, dense and intense.

Ren also looked up and saw more than a dozen teams of cavalry rushing down the mountain and stopping in an orderly manner in the area outside the hall.

After a careful count, there were twelve cavalry teams and twelve flags, on which were written a series of surnames including Yu, Zheng, Han, Zhao, etc.

Outside the courtyard, the twelve generals dismounted from their horses, and none of them asked their guards to follow them. They just walked in chatting with each other.

Ren Ye took a look at the faces of several people and instantly recognized that these twelve people were the group of generals who were peeped at behind the screen when the Six Gentlemen just entered the secret realm.

These twelve people are collectively known as the Twelve Generals of the White Python. They are the highest-ranking generals except for Niu Xi and Wu Zhu.

The army is about to be launched tomorrow, and these twelve people have come here late at night, naturally to discuss military affairs with the witch leader.

In the brightly lit main hall, twelve generals walked side by side, talking excitedly and intimately with each other.

"Brother, you have finally made up your mind. It is just what I want to do to deploy troops tomorrow morning." A veteran general walking in the center whispered, "I have said before that we must take the lead in launching an attack while the Tianlong tribe is still unstable. You attack the front, and I will lead 800 soldiers to secretly cross the Lu River at Guanlu Mountain, go around to the rear of the Tianlong tribe, and go straight to the headquarters of the Tianlong witch lord... If everything goes well, my 800 earth dragon armored soldiers can defeat 100,000 troops."

"Haha, Third Brother, you are bragging again."

"You little bastard, you're ranked last among the Twelve, and now you dare to tease me? I'll whip you with a horsewhip until your face is covered with peach blossoms."

"Brothers, I heard that the Dragon Wizard has many beauties in captivity. Hehe, if we break through the enemy formation tomorrow, I will lead my troops to attack the rear... and plunder some beauties for you brothers to enjoy."

"You bastard, you really understand my feelings."

"Hahaha!"

The group of generals were like brothers, joking without restraint and showing their common hatred of the enemy.

As they chatted, they came to the steps of the main hall. At this time, General Feng and Ren Ye came to greet them and said with a smile, "My brothers, my lord has been waiting for a long time. Please come in."

"Old Feng, tomorrow we will split up our forces. The safety of my camp is entirely in your hands."

"It's natural."

"Old Feng, have two drinks later."

"...!"

General Feng was very familiar with the twelve generals. While greeting them, he led everyone into the main hall.

Ren Ye and the other two had no chance to get a word in. They could only serve and do things like asking about the guests' well-being, hanging clothes and pouring wine.

Soon, the twelve generals paid their respects to the witch master one by one and then sat in their respective seats.

The witch master smiled happily, waved his hand and said to General Feng and his servants, "You all leave. I will discuss military affairs with the twelve brothers."

"Yes!"

After everyone clasped their fists, they left.

Inside the hall, the lights were on and the air was filled with sandalwood, giving off a golden and cool feeling.

Wu Yuanjun, wearing a white robe, sat on a high seat, looking down at the twelve brothers, and said softly: "I have endured humiliation and sought peace; I am willing to hand over the military seal of the three-army commander to the court, and even... I secretly told the emperor that as long as he agrees to let us retire to the mountains, then from now on, the men of the White Python tribe will not serve in the army for three generations... I have done everything I can. But the emperor and the ministers in the court still think that I, Wu Yuanjun, have the heart to rebel and the ability to kill the king and usurp the throne. No matter how we retreat, no matter where we retreat, we can't avoid this knife."

"Therefore, I have decided that my White Python tribe will march out tomorrow from Guanlu Mountain in Funan County to actively fight against the Tianlong tribe's army."

"If the Lord orders me to die, I cannot die."

"Why?!"

"Because he broke his previous oath and the promise he made to the twenty-four tribes at the alliance meeting. If the king is unkind, I will attack him!" Wu Yuanjun stood up, raised his cup and shouted: "Brothers, please fight to the death with me. If you win, I will ascend the throne and be crowned king; if you lose, I will bury you all in the Immortal Mountain."

"Crash!"

His passionate voice lingered in the hall for a long time.

The twelve generals suddenly stood up, raised their glasses together and said, "We twelve swear to follow you, big brother, till death!"

"Drink!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the witch master and the twelve generals raised their cups and drank it all in one gulp.

Behind the main hall, it was still the same corridor, and behind the same screen...

Looking at the righteous Lord Wu Yuan and the twelve loyal and courageous generals, Ren Ye couldn't help but ask, "General Feng, the army will be launched tomorrow, why are we waiting around this hall? Did the witch master know... which general intends to rebel?"

As the lights flickered, General Feng, who was wearing silver armor, slowly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, and said in a cold voice: "There will never be a war in this Bulao Mountain. There will only be a massacre that will make the king feel completely at ease."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ren Ye and the poison wine pot stood there like sculptures.

Beside them, a fat dragon stood under the light, looking at the twelve generals with excited faces, his eyes full of vicissitudes and aging.