From each of the eighteen metal ships, five to six Jia Clan warriors swayed their arms and walked out of the ships, seeming to be quite proud of themselves.
They were wearing the same type of armours, and were using the same type of weapons, with the same emblems embossed on their chest armors. Obviously, they were a well-organized regular army.
A series of metal clanging noises came from the bow of each metal ship. A door slid open on the bow of each metal ship, from which, a zhang wide metal ladder reached out, section by section. The metal ladder, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, quickly reached over, and the two metal claws in front of the ladder tightly hooked onto the wall of the caravan.
Groups of elite slave warriors, who were wearing metal half-body armours, with round shields carried on their backs and swords tied around their waists, walked out of the caravan through the ladder, and soon stepped into the city. They skillfully occupied the watchtowers and arrow towers in every corner of the city, and controlled all the vital areas.
The faces of Gui Three and the other Jia Clan's warriors were quite dark, but they still respectfully and cautiously asked the guards of the caravan to leave all the vital areas of the city to them.
Ji Hao crossed his arms in front of his chest, and coldly looked at these slave warriors.
Ji Hao had killed quite a number of dark-skinned slave warriors when he had been fighting against the Blood Fang. The Blood Fang's slave warriors were only pure cannon fodder, consumables, and their spirits were a bit low.
However, these slave warriors in front of Ji Hao, not only were they much better equipped than the Blood Fang, they looked more energetic, stronger and stronger, and the sense of power released from their bodies was also stronger.
This was a troop of elite warriors, who were truly capable of fighting battles, and not just running errands.
Ji Hao quickly scanned through these slave warriors with his spirit power, and couldn't help but frown. All of these slave warriors were at the tenth level of the Novice Magus level, and the ten captains and above were all at the Junior Magus level. And those low-level captains, all of them were at the Senior Magus level.
"A very strong troop." Ji Hao narrowed his eyes and murmured, "A Junior Magus for ten, a Senior Magus for a hundred... Even the newly formed Gold Crow Army of our Gold Crow Clan wasn't as strong as this."
Ji Hao didn't know when Si Wen Ming had arrived beside him.
Si Wen Ming glanced at the emblems on the chest armors of those Jia Clan's warriors, and said blandly, "High Moon Army is, of course, an elite army. Looking at their coat of arms, the tower and the vertical eye at the top of the tower were silvery white, and the patterns on the tower were sword patterns. They are the people of the High Moon, and every single one of them is a top-grade warrior. They have the strongest fighting instinct among all Jia Clan people. "
Ji Hao carefully looked at the emblems on the chests of those warriors.
Tall tower, the erect eye on the top of the tower, Ji Hao had been familiar with this emblem since long ago. However, Si Wen Ming's reminder made him notice the difference in this small coat of arms. The insignia on the warriors in front of him was indeed silver-white, symbolizing the most common color of the metal used to forge swords. Moreover, the edges of their towers were indeed decorated with extremely fine sword and saber patterns.
As for Di Luo, Ji Hao vaguely remembered that the badge worn by Di Luo was blood-red, which didn't look much different from the silver-white one in front of him, but the details were much different.
"When you get to the Pu Ban City, you will know what these emblems mean."
A troop of slave warriors walked over with orderly steps. Si Wen Ming lowered his voice and said, "Warriors of the High Moon, don't get tangled up with them. Their fighting awareness and skills are many times greater than warriors of the same level. Towards High Moon warriors, even if it's a sneak attack, just kill them with a single strike. If you fight against them, you will only suffer. "
Ji Hao narrowed his eyes and curved his mouth downwards.
Fighting awareness and skills? He had fought against Jia Clan's warriors face to face. Those Jia Clan's warriors were indeed powerful, but to say that their fighting awareness and skills were better than his? Ji Hao didn't believe it.
Si Wen Ming looked at Ji Hao's careless look, and couldn't help but laugh. He gently patted on Ji Hao's shoulder and didn't say anything. Ji Hao, who was young and vigorous, reminded Si Wen Ming of himself when he had just started his career. Ji Hao was still showing off his abilities, and was also unconvinced by anyone.
Along with a rumbling sound, the metal gate leading to the lower city area opened, and those slave warriors walked down with big steps. Gui Three and the other leaders of the caravan glanced at each other, then a big half of them hurriedly followed them down, fearing that those slave warriors would do something stupid in the warehouse, which would cause a great loss to the caravan.
When those slave warriors had controlled the entire city, those Jia Clan's warriors, who were standing on the metal ships, laughed out loud together, then slightly leapt up from the ships and onto the city wall. They proudly swayed their bodies, strolled around on the city wall, and seemed to have taken the caravan's city as their own territory.
Suddenly, a Jia Clan's warrior walked up to a caravan guard, and without saying anything, grabbed an exquisite animal tooth amulet, which was tied around the guard's neck. The amulet let out a large amount of fiery light, and let out a deep thunder-like sound.
The Jia Clan's warrior grabbed the amulet, carefully looked at it, then nodded satisfyingly and said, "Good stuff, a good treasure that can defend against soul attacks. Hm, it's mine! "
The face of the caravan guard, whose amulet had been snatched away, flickered for a while, but at last, he lowered his head and swallowed his anger.
The Jia Clan's warrior proudly hung this amulet on his wrist, which had a rich Southern Wasteland style, then grinned and showed it off to his companions, "Hahaha, look at the craftsmanship, it's very exquisite, I guess it's a gift from this kid's lover?"
All the Jia Clan's warriors laughed out loud, and laughed out loud.
Ji Hao stared at that Jia Clan's warrior with a darkened face. This amulet had a special shape, and a strange pattern was drawn on it with a kind of pink grass juice. Ji Hao recognized this amulet, it was a keepsake that a Southern Wasteland Maguspriest would give to her lover, with the most infatuated blessing of a Southern Wasteland Maguspriest to her lover.
Apparently, this caravan guard had met a lover in the Southern Wasteland. However, this Jia Clan's warrior had snatched his amulet away.
Ji Hao immediately stood up, but Si Wen Ming pressed his hand on his shoulder, and slightly shook his head.
The surrounding Jia Clan's warriors glanced at Ji Hao scornfully, a few of the tallest ones laughed at Ji Hao in a deep voice, "A little kid, hehe, I can poke his head into pieces with a finger!"
Abruptly, a slave warrior's voice came from the city, "Lord, there's a pretty little girl here! General, these days, hasn't he … "
The few Jia Clan's warriors yelled out together, "A girl? A pretty little girl? Let's see! Hm, this time, we have to add this girl into the tax! "
Si Wen Ming and Ji Hao's facial expressions slightly changed, right after which, the entire city slightly shook, followed by a series of howls. Tens of silhouettes were sent flying out of the city, a few of them had their bodies twisted weirdly, and had been violently smashed into meat paste.
Man Man's angry growl came from the city, "Amma said, no man is allowed to touch Man Man! Do you all want to die?! "
Followed by a few thunderous booms, a watchtower in the city suddenly collapsed.
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