The bleak sound of the horn echoed throughout the mountains, awakening the sleeping city.
As the headquarters of the Witchcraft Sect, Jing Shan City had a population of nearly five hundred thousand people. The city was filled with cultivators who practiced the sorcery system.
There were only twenty-five thousand soldiers defending the city, which was too weak for a city with a population of five hundred thousand.
However, it wasn't because the Witchcraft Sect didn't have enough soldiers. It was because they didn't need to.
This was the headquarters of the Witchcraft Sect. There were statues of the Witchcraft Sect, grade-one wizards, and many cultivators who practiced the sorcery system. There was also a large Warrior army.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the overall strength of Jing Shan City was comparable to that of Daibun's capital city.
The twenty thousand soldiers stationed in the barracks in the city swarmed out. There were six thousand cavalrymen and fourteen thousand infantrymen. Everyone, from the generals to the soldiers, was confused.
Who was so daring to attack Jing Shan City?
Ever since the Witchcraft Sect was established in the northeast in the ancient times, there had never been a war in Jing Shan City.
The twenty thousand soldiers followed the main road and went around the peak of Jing Shan City. They arrived at the seaside amidst the dust.
…
Beams of black light shot out from the city like meteors. They flew over the peak of Jing Shan City and landed on the coast.
The wizards, led by the city lord, Nalan Yan, gazed into the distance and saw twenty huge warships breaking through the waves.
Nalan Yan was eight feet tall. His thick beard covered half of his face, and his brown hair was naturally curly. He practiced both sorcery and martial arts.
The city lord was a grade-four wizard and a martial artist. He was only half a step away from becoming an immortal and a grade-three cultivator with a long lifespan.
Nalan Yan had another identity. The Sorcerer God Cult had three Spirit Intellect Sorcerers (Rank 3) and one Grand Sorcerer (Rank 1). The three Spirit Intellect Sorcerers were the Imperial Advisors of the Jing, Kang, and Yan Kingdoms.
The Grand Wizard was obsessed with herding sheep and lived a leisurely life.
The city lord of Jing Shan City used to be a grade-two rain master. However, during the battle of Shanhai Pass, the rain master was lured by Wei Yuan and killed by a Buddhist arhat.
Nalan Yan was the son of that grade-two rain master.
The sun rose and golden light rippled on the surface of the sea. Nalan Yan narrowed his eyes and looked deeply at the green-robed figure at the bow of the ship. He suddenly revealed a cold smile.
Apart from the Sorcerers and the guards, there were also a few people with varying levels of cultivation, but there was definitely no lack of experts. A short while later, they arrived at the shore, but they didn't get too close, instead watching from afar.
These Warrior Warriors were the unaffiliated people of Jing Shan City. In Daibun's words, they were the people of Jianghu.
"That's Daibun's warship …"
"The one at the bow is Wei Yuan, right? That green robe matches the legend of Wei Yuan."
"As expected of the God of War. I heard that the Daibun army he led had met with strong resistance at the borders of the Fire Country and I was still thinking that Wei Yuan was just so-so ….. Who would have thought that he would break through from the sea."
"But isn't that the same as courting death?"
"Heh, Wei Yuan's move is clever, but our Witchcraft Cult has no weaknesses. Even if he is the God of War, he can only trick us. It's a pity that we lost these 20 warships."
The unaffiliated people of Jianghu looked quite relaxed as they discussed, even with smiles. Their relaxed attitude was reasonable.
The Witchcraft Cult's main altar, Jing Shan City, was adjacent to the ocean and surrounded by the three countries of Yan, Jing, and Kang. For thousands of years, whether it was the Central Plains, the North, or the current number one power in the Nine States, Buddhism.
Had anyone ever attacked the Witchcraft Cult's main altar?
Not even once.
Why? Didn't they know how to build ships and cross the sea?
Because of one word: Rain Master!
…
On the cliff of Jing Shan, the Great Sorcerer Salen Agu, who was wearing a linen robe and holding a lamb in his arms, looked down at the approaching warships.
His linen robe fluttered, and a glassy energy surged around him, extending to the surrounding environment.
Gradually, he seemed to become one with heaven and earth. Salen Agu gently blew out a breath.
This breath was like a rolling snowball, growing bigger and bigger as it rolled, turning into a terrifying storm.
Suddenly, the calm sea was blown by a strong wind. The blue sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and heavy rain poured down.
The waves rolled layer by layer, pushing higher and higher. In the blink of an eye, the originally calm coastal waters were shrouded in a storm.
The 20 warships were huge, but in the face of the power of nature, they seemed fragile and small. Like small boats, they rose and fell with the waves. Sometimes, the whole ship was even thrown up and smashed down, splashing up the waves.
On the deck, the cannons and ballistae were overturned. Some were thrown out and smashed into the ocean.
The crew and sailors hugged everything they could to avoid falling into the ocean or crashing into hard objects such as masts and cannons.
The soldiers in the cabin were even worse off. Sometimes they rolled to the left, sometimes they rolled to the right, and sometimes they were thrown high and smashed down.
Because there were so many people, in such a large-scale chaos, hundreds of soldiers died one after another.
But all of this was not even worth mentioning for the fate they were about to encounter.
Their fate was to be swallowed up by the raging waves at any time.
Second-rank sorcerers were known as Rain Masters. In ancient times, the weather was unpredictable. During droughts, the human tribes in the northeast would offer sacrifices to the Witchcraft Religion, asking for their help.
After the sorcerers received the sacrifices, they would arrange a ceremony to pray for rain.
The sorcerers who hosted the ceremony were usually second-rank sorcerers. In other words, only second-rank sorcerers were qualified to host the ceremony. That was why second-rank sorcerers were known as Rain Masters.
In fact, praying for rain was only one of the methods that second-rank sorcerers could use.
The true core ability of a second-rank sorcerer was to communicate with heaven and earth and borrow some of the power of heaven and earth.
Therefore, with a sorcerer of second-rank and above at the headquarters, any enemy who tried to cross the sea in vain would be courting death.
The sorcerers and the guards watched the scene in a relaxed manner. They watched as the Daibun warships were like duckweeds in the rain, in imminent peril.
Meanwhile, the unaffiliated Warrior laughed unscrupulously.
"Are they here to fight? No, they're here to die. "
"Is Wei Yuan just so-so? I've been saying how powerful he is. Is this all he's got?"
"Heh, it's not bad that he dares to cross the sea and fight his way to the headquarters."
"The warships are full of military equipment, ballistae, cannons, exquisite armors, and swords. After the Daibun fleet is destroyed, we'll salvage them from the sea and make a fortune."
At this time, a tide that covered the sky and covered the sun surged out of the raging sea. The tide, like a jade city of snow, surged to the ground. The sound was like a thunderclap as it surged toward the Great Feng fleet in layers.
After accumulating power for a long time, it finally launched its killer move.
No fleet in the world could survive a tidal wave as strong as the Great Wall, even if the warships were engraved with arrays.
How could a mere formation contend against the power of nature?
"Roar …"
Loud roars echoed in the sky and earth, rising and falling one after another.
In the eyes of the crowd, the tidal wave that was supposed to destroy everything seemed to freeze. It paused for a few seconds, then disintegrated and collapsed with a rumble, as if it had lost the strength to support itself.
Although the tidal wave, which was taller and longer than the city wall, did not crash down, the power it formed still almost capsized the 20 warships.
On the coast, the experts, troops, and sorcerers of the Witchcraft Sect looked in the direction of the sound with slightly changed expressions. They saw thick, scaly bodies protruding from the foaming sea from time to time.
The northern demons, the Jiao Tribe!
The descendants of the Gods and Demons, flood dragons.
Flood dragons were called walking dragons when they came ashore, and mermaids when they entered the water.
They were born to be dominators in the water and could control water spirits. They could stir up waves and calm storms.
Looking over, there were hundreds of flood dragons riding the wind and waves. Their loud roars echoed in the air. The Jiao Tribe seemed to have turned out in full strength.
The turbulent sea suddenly became a lot gentler, but it was not completely calm.
The pitter-patter of the storm turned into a regular drizzle.
The two forces that controlled the water spirits fought and reached a subtle balance.
"The flood dragons are from the northern demons."
"No wonder Wei Yuan dared to cross the sea. He has the help of the flood dragons."
Nalan Yan's face darkened. "I'm not surprised. If he wasn't confident, he wouldn't have come. Let the troops retreat. As soon as the Feng Army comes ashore, stop them immediately. "
As soon as the order was given, a muffled sound came from the sea. A few seconds later, a deep hole was blown up on the beach not far from them. Shrapnel and shockwaves swept in all directions.
More and more cannonballs came, attacking the troops and sorcerers on the coast.
"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"
A general roared. He waved his flag and ordered the soldiers to retreat.
Just as he finished shouting, a cannonball landed right next to him. With a boom, flames expanded, and the general was blown away.
He was not dead, but his bronze skin and iron bones were broken on the spot. He was seriously injured.
This was the reason why Nalan Yan ordered the troops to retreat. The Daibun warships were equipped with cannons and ballistae. They were powerful, had a long range, and had a large number of cannons. If they defended the coast, they would be bombarded to death.
They had thought that the sorcery of the Grand Sorcerer could wipe out the entire fleet of warships. However, the participation of the Flood Dragon Tribe had caused the Witchcraft Religion to lose this advantage.
The best way to deal with this situation was to withdraw the army and then use the mountain paths and forests that were normally guarded by Jing Shan City.
This mission could only be accomplished by sacrificing the lives of the defenders. The battlefield was the sorcerers' home ground. Unfortunately, this was not a battlefield, but a base camp of the sorcerers.
The scariest tactic of the zombie soldiers would be gone.
Most importantly, even if they could gather a large number of zombie soldiers as the war intensified, they would probably all be from Jing Shan City …
This was the worst plan.
As for the best plan, Nalan Yan thought it was simple. As long as the Grand Sorcerer killed the man in green on the spot, the Daibun army would be leaderless. Their combat power would be reduced by half.
Wei Yuan was an ordinary man whose cultivation had been destroyed.
Boom, boom, boom!
Cannonballs hit the coast one after another, and crossbow bolts penetrated the ground. The Witchcraft Religion army suffered heavy casualties. The situation was chaotic.
The Daibun warships approached the coast with irresistible force.
The man in green stood proudly at the bow of the warship. He was not looking at the people on the coast, but at the figure in a long brown robe at the peak of Jing Shan.
He stood alone on the cliff. The sun was shining brightly, and the weather was beautiful.
He stood alone in the middle of the ocean. Dark clouds covered the sky, and the waves surged violently.
The world seemed to be divided into two distinct halves.
Two pairs of gentle eyes looked at each other from afar.
At this moment, a black light flew over from the southwest. It stopped above the Witchcraft Religion army. With a wave of its sleeve, dozens of cannonballs were sent flying.
"Elder Ilbu …"
The sorcerers heaved a sigh of relief. Their curses and corpse-controlling spells could not be used on the Daibun army from afar. Sorcerers who were not good at defense could not even block the attacks of the cannons.
Rank-5 Priest and Rank-4 Dream Sorcerer could summon the Heroic Spirit of the Warrior and turn them into unparalleled martial artists. However, this was meaningless. There were definitely more high-ranked Warrior on the Daibun warships.
They were the true Warrior.
It was not that sorcerers were not strong enough. On the contrary, sorcerers had cunning methods and were invincible on the battlefield. However, the current situation made sorcerers seem to have lost most of their specialties.
During the Shanhai Pass battle, many battles were lost inexplicably. Many people still did not understand why they lost.
However, the appearance of a Rank-3 sorcerer was enough to make up for all their shortcomings. There was an insurmountable gap between Rank-3 and Rank-4.
Ilbu stood in the void and looked at the Great Green Robe on the flagship. He frowned and took out three copper coins to perform a divination on himself. The result of the divination showed that it was auspicious!
He immediately relaxed and ordered loudly, "Retreat. Spread out and guard the main road and the forest. Every hundred people form a team. Each team will be assigned with one sorcerer."
After giving the order, Ilbu kept the copper coins and quickly formed a set of hand seals with both hands. He summoned an illusory shadow from the void and solidified it above his head.
Ilbu's blood energy surged. His muscles tore through his robe and he turned into a giant several feet tall.
This giant rode on a dark light and shot toward the flagship, toward Wei Yuan.
On the deck, the soldiers turned their cannons and ballistae in an attempt to stop Ilbu.
The cannons and ballistae collided with his body and shattered his bones. In front of a Rank-3 "Warrior", cannons and ballistae could not hurt him at all.
At this moment, the Witchcraft Religion's anticipation and joy formed a sharp contrast with the Daibun military's worry and anger.
The Rank-3 "Warrior"'s aura was like a tidal wave and a storm. It blew against his green robe and all the pressure seemed to be concentrated on Wei Yuan alone.
This man with white sideburns and weathered eyes finally raised his hand gently.
He grabbed the giant's neck.
His five fingers suddenly exerted force. With a "bang", the illusory shadow above Giant Ilbu's head exploded.
"Your courage is commendable!"
Wei Yuan smiled gently.
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