"If I equip all of you with dao battle armor and dao battle sabers," Ye Tianze said. "How confident are you in defeating ten thousand divine race elites?"
"Dao battle armor and dao battle sabers?"
Patriarch Ming laughed. "Milord, don't joke around. Only Lord White Tiger's personal guards are equipped with dao battle armor, and there are less than a thousand of them. All of us are equipped with high-grade spirit artifacts, but the soldiers below us are even worse off. They don't even have spirit artifacts, let alone precious artifacts. If you don't have anything else to say, I'm going to patrol the city. The outsiders have been appearing more and more frequently in Mount Buzhou lately. Who knows when they'll attack again?"
"I said if!" Ye Tianze said.
"There are no ifs on the battlefield."
Patriarch Ming was an honest man. "Our White Tiger Legion has the most supplies, but there's no way the Jubao Hall can provide us with so many weapons. Even if they could, the Tool Sect might not be able to make them in a short time."
"I said if? Why are you so stubborn? I said if!" Ye Tianze was annoyed.
Patriarch Ming sighed helplessly. "Ai, you're just wasting your time. Fine, fine, fine. I'll tell you. If you equip all of us with dao battle armor and weapons, we …."
Patriarch Ming thought for a moment, then said seriously, "We can fight to a draw with divine race elites of the same level, but only if we have the same number of people."
"Are you sure?" Ye Tianze asked.
"Fifty percent!" Patriarch Ming said confidently. "Comparatively speaking, the divine race only has a fifty percent chance."
"Then what if I equip all of you with War God Pills?" Ye Tianze asked.
"Milord, why are your words getting more and more ridiculous? Although we're besieged by foreign armies, you can't be so unrealistic." Patriarch Ming was a little angry.
"I said if. Just answer me," Ye Tianze insisted.
"With War God Pills and Earth-rank Empyrean God Pills, we have an eighty percent chance of defeating the same number of divine race elites!"
"What about heaven-rank War God Pills?"
"Heaven-rank?"
"That's right, a heaven-level War God Pill."
"If that's the case …" Patriarch Ming thought for a moment. "We have a fifty percent chance of winning against ten thousand Protoss elites."
"What if I give you another batch of Heaven level Holy Spirit Pills?" Ye Tianze laughed.
Although Master Ming did not want to waste time with Ye Tianze here, he had no other choice.
He just wanted to get rid of Ye Tianze as soon as possible, so he immediately went to patrol the city and said impatiently, "Don't even mention the Heaven level Saint Spirit Pellets. As long as you can get me the Earth level Saint Spirit Pellets, I have an eighty percent chance of defeating the celestial race's elites. If you can get me the Heaven level Saint Spirit Pellets, I can annihilate ten thousand celestial race's elites for you!"
Ye Tianze suddenly smiled.
Ye Tianze was the commander-in-chief of the city. If he were to fall, the morale of the entire Stone City would be shaken.
"City Lord, are you alright?" Patriarch Ming hurriedly asked.
"What could possibly happen to me? Listen up, Patriarch Ming, I can provide you with all the things I just told you."
Ye Tianze said. "But … if I provide you with all these things and you can't achieve the results you want, I'll chop off your head after the battle!"
Master Ming looked at him strangely. He patted his head and said, "City Lord, are you crazy?"
"Crazy my ass. I'm telling you, Patriarch Ming, I'm rich. I'm rich!"
Ye Tianze said. "I'll give you everything you need, but I want you to annihilate ten thousand Protoss elites. If ten thousand Protoss won't do, ten thousand Yao and Shura will do too. Either way, you have to keep the allied forces of the three races at the east side of the city!"
"Oh no, the City Lord is crazy. Oh no, the City Lord is crazy!" Patriarch Ming turned around and ran outside.
Before he could call for help, he was pulled back by Ye Tianze. Then, Ye Tianze gave him a Yin and Yang ring and said, "Take a look at what's inside."
Patriarch Ming looked at it suspiciously. It was fine if he didn't look, but when he did, he was stunned. Then, he gave himself two loud slaps.
After confirming that he wasn't dreaming, Patriarch Ming took the Yin and Yang ring. His hands trembled and he almost couldn't stand still. "City Lord, is this … is this real?"
"Yes, you're not dreaming." Ye Tianze said with certainty.
Patriarch Ming turned around and ran outside.
Not long after he ran out, he ran back and said, "Milord … Milord, I … I'll go and tell the soldiers. Don't worry, with these things, not to mention ten thousand God Race people, even if a hundred thousand God Race people come, we can still peel off a layer of their skin. I'll go, I'll go …"
Seeing Patriarch Ming leave, Ye Tianze suddenly thought of the Seven Armies of the Human Race in his previous life. Patriarch Ming looked so similar to them.
At that time, he was very poor. The Human Race didn't have a single piece of armor. They risked their lives to fight the Mutated Races. Even if they obtained some treasures from the Mutated Races, they were extremely rare.
The Human Race was naturally weaker than the other races, especially in terms of physical strength. There was an innate difference. Although they could improve their physique through cultivation, they were still inferior to the Mutated Races.
When fighting the Mutated Races, didn't they have to rely on their advantage in numbers and risk their lives?
Even if they won a battle, it would be a pyrrhic victory. Often, when they killed a thousand enemies, they would lose ten thousand, or even more.
The White Tiger Army was the elite of the Human Race. The Tiger Guards were the elites of the White Tiger Army. They were all fierce warriors. But when faced with the Mutated Races, they could only fight to a draw.
When faced with the Divine Race's luxuriously equipped elites, it was no different from sending them to their deaths. But now, it was different.
When Ming ran to the camp, he found that only a small number of Tiger Guards were resting. These were the injured soldiers from the previous battle who hadn't fully recovered.
Only then did he remember that most of the Tiger Guards had been transferred to the city walls. The Mutated Races could invade at any time. Other than a small number of them maintaining order in the city, the rest of the Tiger Guards had to be on alert for battle.
The injured soldiers looked at their commander's excited face and found it strange. They were all old soldiers who had followed Ming. The longest of them had served for more than 28 years. They were only two years short of Ming's service time.
They had experienced countless battles together. They had lived through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They had climbed out of piles of corpses countless times.
They were the ones who understood Ming the best.
"Sir, what happened? Why are you so happy? "asked the old soldier curiously.
During this time, Ming had been frowning. The soldiers all knew what he was thinking. Stone City couldn't be lost. They knew too well how important this stronghold was to the Human Race.
Most importantly, Stone City had a young City Lord. This City Lord didn't seem to be prepared to make peace with the Mutated Races. He didn't want to be content with a corner of the world like the Great Five Alliance.
Fight!
The young City Lord wanted to be like a man and fight with his chest puffed out. This was in line with the old soldiers' tastes.
Therefore, they all hoped that the young City Lord could continue to be his City Lord. And they ….. would fight with their lives on the line for this city.
Ming smiled and suddenly calmed down. He knew that as the commander, he couldn't be like this. Ye Tianze had given him trust. He had to make the best use of these resources.
He gathered the old soldiers and took out a few sets of Blood God's Armor for them to try. Although the old soldiers didn't know where he had gotten these high quality armors, they recognized them.
After putting it on and trying it out, they found that this kind of armor was practically tailor-made for them. When they used spiritual power, the armor would increase their spiritual power, especially their blood qi. When the two of them put on the armor, it would trigger the array patterns in the armor.
It connected their blood Qi and formed a shared system. As a result, their defensive power was strengthened.
The old soldiers knew that these armors were expensive. They stared at Ming, wanting an explanation. Where did these things come from?
Master Ming smiled and said, "This is a gift from the young city lord."
"Gift?"
The old soldiers were puzzled, but they quickly grasped the main point. "Us?"
"That's right. Everyone has one. Not only the armor, but also our weapons," Ming said with a smile.
"Wait a moment, Sir. Are you saying that only we have one, or ….. everyone has one?" The old soldiers asked.
"Since it's us, of course everyone has one. That's right. The young City Lord gave us six thousand sets of armor and the Demonic Blood Saber."
Ming took out the Demonic Blood Saber excitedly and said, "Don't ask me where it came from. I don't know where it came from either. Just treat it as if it came out of nowhere. Other than the Demonic Blood Saber, the young City Lord will also provide us with War God Pills, heaven-level War God Pills, and heaven-level Saint Spirit Pills. Everything is the best. It's better than the equipment of Lord White Tiger's personal guards!"
The old soldiers fell silent. They were afraid of being poor. When such a huge meat pie fell from the sky, their breathing became hurried. It was as if a mountain was pressing down on them.
Their hurried breathing wasn't just hurried, it was also very heavy. They were like ferocious tigers that were ready to pounce.
"Are we dreaming?" The old soldiers asked.
Ming kicked them a few times to tell them that it wasn't a dream. "But the young City Lord also gave us a condition. If we take these things, we will have to risk our lives. We will be facing ten thousand Protoss elites. That's right, the Protoss elites equipped with divine armor. They are as well-equipped as us, and they are even stronger than us!"
"Hahaha ….." The old soldiers' reply was laughter and laughter.
Were they afraid? Of course, they were afraid. However, they weren't afraid of fighting to the death. They were afraid that if they fought with their lives on the line, the officials of the Great Five Alliance would stab them in the back.
Were they afraid? Of course, they were afraid. They were afraid that their equipment wasn't as good as the enemy's and they would end up dying on the battlefield as a meaningless sacrifice.
However, at this moment, they weren't afraid. They could wear such armor, use such weapons, and take the best pills. They weren't afraid!
Most importantly, the young City Lord wouldn't stab them in the back. Therefore, they weren't afraid!
His laughter was the best answer. He knew his soldiers too well.
"Change your armor in batches. Remember, hide yourselves. Don't let the cat out of the bag. This time, we are going to give the foreign races a surprise!"
Ming smiled and said.
While waiting, the Tiger Guards secretly changed their armor. However, they were wearing their original armor. The new armor was hidden under the old armor.
This made the geniuses of Stone City feel strange. The Tiger Guards, who were usually majestic, were now swollen like buns.
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