Spirit Realm Walker

"Your Majesty~"

When the eunuchs and maids outside the palace saw His Majesty limping out, they all shouted and rushed forward to help him.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he did not forget to maintain his character and shouted loudly: "There are assassins, go and notify the Imperial City Department!"

The palace maids and eunuchs also noticed the fierce fighting in the palace, and ran around in panic, spreading the call of "there is an assassin" and "come to the rescue quickly."

From one word to another, there were calls for help everywhere outside the palace.

Zhang Yuanqing, whose calf was injured, was supported by two eunuchs and fled to the square outside the palace. While waiting for the support of the imperial army, he grabbed the sleeve of the eunuch on the left and whispered a few words to him.

The eunuch was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes!"

Leaving the emperor behind, he hurried into the night.

After a while, a large fire came from a distance, and accompanied by the clanging sound of armor, a Forbidden Army holding torches arrived first. The leader was Zheng Longtu, the commander of the Forbidden Army whom he had seen during the day.

"Your Majesty!" Zheng Longtu ran over with a knife in his hand, looking nervous, "I arrived too late to save you, and I deserve death."

By the light of the torch, he looked Zhang Yuanqing up and down, and when he saw that his life was not in danger, his stern expression relaxed slightly.

Zhang Yuanqing said hurriedly: "Capture the three female assassins quickly and keep them alive."

Zheng Longtu nodded and waved his hand:

"Capture the assassin quickly!"

The imperial guards behind him responded with a loud voice, discarded their torches, and strode towards the palace.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound, the sound of some kind of insect flapping its wings, dense and loud.

In the flickering firelight, Zhang Yuanqing saw an insect land on the eunuch's face. The insect was two inches in size, completely black, with a pair of thin wings. It was hard to tell what species it was.

The insect opened its ferocious mouthparts and bit the eunuch hard on the face.

"ah"

The eunuch screamed miserably and fell to the ground rolling in pain.

The same goes for the Imperial Guards.

Several fire masters in the Forbidden Army raised their torches and blew them hard, and tongues of fire several meters long rolled into the sky, illuminating the entire square and the swarms of insects in the sky.

"Chichi."

The flying insects licked by the tongue of fire rustled and fell, emitting a burning smell.

"It's a Gu insect. There is a witch Gu master lurking in the palace." Zheng Longtu's expression changed and he shouted: "You guys guard the palace, kill the insect swarm, and protect His Majesty."

He grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's shoulders and said quickly: "Your Majesty, follow me to the side hall for temporary shelter."

Without any explanation, he dragged Zhang Yuanqing away.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was too weak to take care of himself, could only let him drag him forward.

"Bang!"

Zheng Longtu kicked open the door of the side hall, took Zhang Yuanqing to hide in, turned around, closed the door, and pulled the bolt.

Fortunately, the journey was uneventful, and those Gu insects did not chase them, nor did they try to attack them.

After closing the door, Zheng Longtu, who was originally urgent and serious, suddenly became extremely relaxed. He walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and took a slow sip.

Zhang Yuanqing stayed at the door, observing the situation outside through the crack in the door. At this time, more and more forbidden troops arrived, and more and more insects swarmed towards him.

The insect swarm and the imperial army were locked in a stalemate with each other, and a raging fire broke out in the palace. The three female assassins and Li Changshi did not come out.

The Gu master behind the scenes did not control the insect swarm to attack me. Was the purpose of attacking the Forbidden Army to hold them back and create an opportunity for the three female assassins to escape?

In this case, the identity of the witch and Gu master who controls the insect swarm is about to be revealed.

It's Madoka!

Only Madoka will save them, but how does Madoka know their identities? What is Madoka's role? First of all, let’s rule out that the queen didn’t attack me. Isn’t her mission to assassinate the Hunjun? But she didn't save me, which meant that she didn't know that Hun Jun was Yuan Shi, or was still observing. Zhang Yuanqing quickly analyzed it.

At this time, Zheng Longtu's voice came to my ears: "Your Majesty, the side hall is safe, you can rest assured."

"Commander Zheng, why don't you let the imperial troops guard outside the side hall? What if a thief breaks in?" Zhang Yuanqing withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Zheng Longtu inside the room.

He suddenly froze, his back pressed against the lattice door, not daring to move.

A sword was pressed against his chest.

"You" Zhang Yuanqing's pupils shrank and he looked at the Imperial City Commander in shock. In terms of blood relationship, Zheng Longtu was Zhao Shun's cousin and should have been his confidant.

The candlelight in the side hall flickered, reflecting on Zheng Longtu's face, making his expression a little wavering.

Zheng Longtu said expressionlessly: "The Forbidden Army is guarding the door, so how can I assassinate His Majesty? Your Majesty is really lucky. Even the strange poison he refined cannot kill you, so I can only risk assassination today. Yes Who gave you the wonderful idea of ​​fighting fire with fire? The imperial doctors in the palace are not of this level."

Linxia City.

The night is desolate, everything is silent.

The firelight at the top of the city swayed in the night wind, and the torches were spread along the city wall, like a twisting fire dragon.

As the night wandering god, Zhao Chenghuang naturally takes on the job of night watch.

He stood at the top of the city, looking at the dark wilderness outside the city. The tents of the Northern Dynasty army were built near the river. With his eyesight, he could only see the vague outline.

The first night that arrived in the dungeon was very peaceful, and the calm defenders yawned again and again.

After testing the poisonous insects and poisons during the day, the Northern Dynasty army saw that there was no opportunity to take advantage of it, and temporarily settled down. The two armies faced each other at a distance, and no one started a war.

But Zhao Chenghuang knew that all this was the calm before the storm. From the perspective of the dungeon, the spirit realm walkers had to be given time to adapt to the environment and collect intelligence.

From a practical perspective, siege warfare is also a protracted war, and a confrontation of ten days and a half is possible.

But the war will come eventually.

Zhao Chenghuang had never experienced such a large-scale war. He felt a little uneasy and nervous, but he was not afraid. After all, as a night wandering god, the battlefield was also his home field.

Because there are dead bodies and undead souls everywhere.

While his thoughts were flying, Zhao Chenghuang saw that a heavy fog had filled the wilderness at some point. The thick fog covered the sky and the sun, making the already miserable night even darker.

At the same time, he arranged for several wraiths to be dragged upstream in the wilderness and captured the sound of running footsteps in the thick fog.

The next second, the resentful spirits wrapped in thick fog lost contact with him.

Zhao Chenghuang felt terrified and shouted: "The enemy is attacking, the enemy is attacking!"

While shouting, he rushed to the drum, grabbed the drum hammer, and banged hard.

"Dong dong dong!"

The sound of heavy drums spread in the night and spread throughout the city.

The silent barracks came to life in an instant, and the waiting defenders were like marching ants. Some rushed to the school field to gather, and some entered the warehouse to carry defense equipment and tools.

At the top of the city, soldiers resting in the towers swarmed out, skillfully taking out arrows, kerosene, and hammers, and operating the crossbows set up at the top of the city.

Fu Qingyang, Demon Eye King and Xiahou Aotian took the lead to fly to the top of the city. Looking around, they saw thick gray fog rolling in, with a speed comparable to that of a fast horse, less than ten feet away from the city wall.

Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice:

"The Fog Lord can teleport in the fog and blow away the thick fog immediately."

Of course this sentence was meant for Xiahou Aotian.

The only weapon refiner in the team opened the inventory unhurriedly, took out a huge white feather fan six feet (two meters) long, and waved it with all his strength.

"Woo."

A strong wind blew up, blowing back the rolling thick fog.

Xiahou Aotian exerted all his energy and kept waving his feather fan, which was taller than others. The air flow formed an invisible barrier at the top of the city, blowing back the thick fog that was coming.

As he continued to wave, the airflow within a radius of a hundred meters became more and more violent, forming hurricanes with a height of tens of meters. Some hurricanes scattered themselves at the top of the city, and some hurricanes wandered towards the flat wilderness. .

The violent air currents rolled up thick fog, spreading it in all directions or rolling up into the sky.

In an instant, the billowing fog like thick smoke dissipated, and the enemy hidden in the thick fog appeared in the eyes of the defenders.

——The horsemen with bows rushed at the front, the infantrymen carrying the ladders were in the center, and at the rear were the catapults pulled by the horses.

Upon seeing this, two experienced centurions raised their small flags and gave orders in flag language.

In ancient large-scale battles, orders were given using flag language. It was difficult for human language to be conveyed to the three armies in the chaos of war, even for a hero like Zhang Fei who broke the Changban Bridge.

The defenders at the city head changed their flags according to the changes in their hands. Some of them drew their bows and arrows, aiming at the distance, and some of them loaded their crossbows and calibrated their direction.

When the Northern Dynasty cavalry entered within two hundred steps of the city wall, the two centurions waved their flags heavily at the same time.

In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired from the top of the city, falling like heavy rain washing the ground.

The heavy armored cavalry of the Northern Dynasty charged against the rain of arrows and waited until they were within a hundred steps before drawing their bows and counterattacking. Two waves of arrows attacked each other above and below the city.

Under the cover of their own horsemen, the siege infantry came to the city with shields in hand, set up the ladder, bit the back of the sword, and quickly climbed the ladder.

At this time, the defenders in the barracks had already carried the defensive equipment to the top of the city. They picked up wooden sticks and stones and smashed them down. The enemy troops attacking the city fell like rain.

But more and more infantrymen rushed to the city, clinging to the ladder like ants, climbing up quickly.

The defenders moved oil barrels and poured the viscous and flammable liquid down. The fire masters in the army popped up flames to ignite the kerosene.

The flames mercilessly devoured the enemy troops attacking the city, and raging flames were ignited under the city wall, with billowing smoke rising. The scorching heat and thick smoke made those enemy troops who were lucky enough not to be splashed by the kerosene to suffer.

Fu Qingyang watched this scene indifferently.

As a high-ranking scout, he was used to seeing such scenes, but Lingjun, Tianxiaguihuo, Zhao Chenghuang, and Xiahou Aotian had never seen such a scene where their lives were so fragile that they were shocked.

Their profession determines that they will never be able to appear in large-scale war copies.

"call out!"

A shrill whistle came, and an arrow passed through the battlefield at an unimaginable speed and shot towards Fu Qingyang.

Fu Qingyang stood still, raising his hand to catch the incoming arrow.

Among the enemy troops, a burly figure rose into the sky, attacking like a cannonball, and laughed wildly:

"Yang Ce, I didn't expect that you, a drunkard from a noble family, are quite capable. You haven't had enough fighting during the day. Let's have another fight."

This man was wearing blood-colored armor, had dreadlocks on his head, a big face, a flat nose, and single eyelids. He was a typical Northern Dynasty person.

It was none other than Wanyan Batian, the right commander of the Juque Army.

Wanyan Batian was still in the air, and two blood runes appeared in his eyes. The defenders around Fu Qingyang held their heads and screamed, their veins protruding, and they slaughtered each other irrationally.

At this moment, a golden red light shot out from the city on the other side, hitting Wanyan Batian in the middle.

The burly general, who was covered in fat and muscles, froze up, and the spiritual energy in his body was violent, and he stagnated in the air.

Fu Qingyang shook his wrist and threw out the arrow in his hand, hitting Wanyan Batian's forehead. There was a sharp "ding" sound, and sparks flew everywhere. The arrow containing sword energy only broke through the flesh and failed to damage the bones.

"Leave this guy to me." The Demon Eye King, who had already been impatient, bounced with a "bang" and hit Wanyan Batian from the side.

The collision between the two ancient gods of war was like the ringing of bells in an ancient temple, long and violent. Wanyan Batian smashed into the cavalry regiment beneath him, killing and injuring all the men and horses.

The two ancient war gods caught each other and fought against each other in the midst of thousands of troops. Sometimes they attacked the city walls, and sometimes they fell into the Northern Dynasty's army. Wherever they passed, the real men and horses were shattered.

The Demon Eye King's level is lower than that of Wanyan Batian, but the bewitching eyes give him the upper hand, almost overpowering the eight-level Wanyan Batian's output.

However, the ancient god of war, with his bronze skin and iron bones, was invulnerable and had tenacious vitality. There were blood packs everywhere around him. When his strength was low or he was seriously injured, he could just grab a soldier and drink his blood essence, and his injuries would be completely healed.

As the two armies were locked in a stalemate, high-pitched drum beats came from the rear of the Northern Dynasty.

A division of tigers and wolves wearing blood-colored armor finally joined the battlefield.

Giant Que Army!

At the same time, a pressure from high-ranking people came, and the soldiers, middle-level generals, and high-level generals on the battlefield were shaking uncontrollably.

Even as the coach, Fu Qingyang, the muscles all over his body were unconsciously tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Fu Qingyang's expression was solemn as never before.

Tuoba Guanghe is at the ninth level? !