The crowd froze for a few moments before realizing that the Old Master was truly overjoyed, so they hurriedly busied themselves.
"Father, please reconsider!"
The Tang First Master was also in the convoy, holding the Tang Old Master's arm and trying to persuade him.
From a military perspective, a convoy of this scale crossing Mount Nuorilang and heading to Starry Gorge was truly rather risky.
The Tang Old Master was rather unhappy at these words, and only after some persuasion did he change his mind.
As he looked at the plains and the mountain range, he felt like he could already see Xuelao City several thousand li away, tears streaming down his aged face.
"That's right. We've already waited for one thousand years, so why rush on this day?"
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The longer one waited, the more impatient one became, but if one truly waited for one thousand years, then one's patience would always improve.
The human armies seemed to be very patient. Whether it was the sudden retreat of the demon army or the inexplicable attack of the hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors, none of them had managed to shake the human front in the slightest. Moreover, they also seemed to have no intention of attacking Xuelao City.
"When I saw Gao Huan die, I suddenly realized that I would also die, so I had to play it safe."
The Tang Old Master gazed at the distant Xuelao City and said, "I must see the city fall with my own eyes. I will not permit any accidents."
Chen Changsheng replied, "Many people want to see that scene with their own eyes."
The Tang Old Master took the hot tea and nodded at Xu Yourong.
In the entire world, probably only the Tang Old Master had the privilege of personally brewing tea for the Holy Maiden.
Xu Yourong knew that Chen Changsheng wanted to say something inconvenient to the Tang Old Master, so she faintly smiled and left the tent.
The tent was extremely quiet, and this silence persisted for a very long time. Eventually, the steam in the cup of hot tea began to evaporate.
"Tang Thirty-Six is not sick, but poisoned."
Chen Changsheng looked into the Tang Old Master's eyes.
"His Holiness the Pope's divine eyes are like torches. He naturally could not have made a mistake. That poison did not have much of an effect, only made him suffer from a high fever that would not subside."
The Tang Old Master had no intention of concealing anything. He very indifferently admitted the truth, saying, "The Tang clan needs him alive."
He had admitted it because Chen Changsheng had already guessed at the truth. Since he had not exposed it at the time, it would never be exposed.
The Tang Old Master left the tent and walked toward the small mountain.
Xu Yourong returned to her tent.
She didn't ask that day, and she wouldn't ask today, but Chen Chang Sheng felt that he should say something, but he didn't know how to start.
"Everyone is selfish, especially when he is selfless."
Xu Yourong used these ambiguous words to conclude the matter.
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The demons in Xuelao City probably already knew of the fate of Gao Huan's lone army and quickly began to pull back. The wolf cavalry, under the cover of the attendant army, broke away from the human black-armored cavalry and returned to the city. A small portion of the two hundred thousand tribal warriors were received into the city, while the majority remained outside.
The chaotic situation gradually calmed down. The human army didn't chase after them, and the result of this sudden decisive battle could be seen. Standing between the tightly closed city gate and the well-prepared human army, the warriors' eyes were filled with helplessness. The messy tents were filled with despair.
The morale of the demon army was already very low, but as the saying goes, a cornered beast will still fight. The human side could wait for a while longer. It was believed that as time passed, the situation would become better. Especially for the tribal warriors outside the city, they might even retreat without fighting.
For some reason, after Divine General He Ming received a report from Red Falcon, he pondered for the time it took to eat a meal before giving the order to continue the assault. The Central Army was to clean up the tribal warriors that covered the mountains and plains while the Eastern and Western Armies were ordered to draw back as quickly as possible.
Many officers and ordinary soldiers did not understand this order, but they carried it out with determination. This was because before issuing this order, Divine General He Ming had gone to Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong's tent and obtained their support. Moreover, Shang Xingzhou on that small mountain had maintained his silence.
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Every person had their own memories, and hundreds of thousands of people had hundreds of thousands of memories. The memories of the same event might be similar in outline, but there would often be many discrepancies in the details. Guan Feibai had always believed that it was a day in the middle of the ninth month. He had been lying in his tent, receiving treatment from a Li Palace cleric, when he heard the city gate explode several dozen li away. Lifting the curtain, he saw that the leaves of the tree on the slope were so red they seemed to be oozing blood. Bai Cai, on the other hand, insisted that it was a day at the beginning of the ninth month. The wild trees outside Xuelao City still had their last green. The reason Guan Feibai had seen those leaves red was because he had killed too many demons and his eyes had gone red.
There was no need to worry about these discrepancies in his memories. In short, on a certain day as autumn thickened, the human army launched its final assault on Xuelao City.
The final Sacred Light crossbows fired like a torrential rain at Xuelao City.
A wolf cavalry unit prepared to leave the city to receive the tribal warriors had the misfortune to run into this volley of arrows, suffering grievous casualties.
The catapults moved like giants to the plains in front of Xuelao City. The demons in the city seemed to see the ancestral spirit of the Gruel clan, their faces pale.
The mountainous rocks mixed with the gunpowder whistled through the air, drawing an extremely high arc as they fell into the city with great difficulty, producing muffled sounds. Even more rocks smashed against the walls of Xuelao City. They did not deal any direct damage, but they scattered into a rain of rocks that fell to the ground and battered the heads of the tribal warriors.
At the most intense moment of the battle, two demi-human armies suddenly attacked from the northwest. The demi-human North-Pacifying Army had been roaming the plains ever since leaving Cong Province, but that had just been a cover. The true reinforcements of the demi-humans had actually taken a detour through the plains of the Elf race, passing through the mountains to the west, and under the cover of the Western Army, silently approaching Xuelao City. It was all for the sake of delivering a fatal blow to the demons at the crucial moment.
Encountering another powerful foe, the Demon Army's will finally crumbled. More and more tribes began to scatter and flee in all directions.
The setting sun dyed the plains red. In order to salvage the situation, the Demon Commander had taken the risk of infiltrating the human camp in an attempt to kill an important figure like Chen Changsheng to change the course of the battle, or perhaps to temporarily slow down the speed at which the demons were defeated.
To the south of the city was a swamp. The wind could not disperse the thick fog, and the red light of the setting sun could not penetrate it. Wang Po had already waited here for the Demon Commander for many days.
When the Demon Commander used the suicidal charge of several hundred wolf cavalry to sneak into the camp, Wang Po unsheathed his blade.
The bright glow of the blade tore through the thick fog above the swamp, illuminating the entire world.
Wang Po had not launched a sneak attack. He had done it openly.
The Demon Commander glanced at the camp in front of her, regret in her eyes.
The human armies were currently forcing their way into Xuelao City. The camp had also been moved several dozen li forward.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong could already be clearly seen.
"Ah!"
The Demon Commander gave a furious and unwilling howl.
The corpses of the human and demon soldiers around her exploded into a rain of blood.
Blood flowed on her armor, drenching it with green rust and bright gems, exuding a cruel and crazed aura.
She turned around, took out that ridiculously large blade from her back, and raised it to meet the bright blade glow.
With a cracking sound, a several-mile-long crack appeared on the field. Underground springs and lava could be vaguely seen in the crack.
The Demon Commander swayed a few times but quickly steadied herself.
In everyone's eyes, her short body seemed incomparably large.
He raised his long saber and rushed into the swamp.
The earth quaked, the cold winds were cut apart, and the thick fog was cut apart.
The world's two strongest blades clashed once more.
Terrifying blade intent stirred the fog, and like a tornado, it was quickly swept clean.
The hundreds of thousands of people on the plains could clearly see what was happening in the swamp.
The black swamp was incomparably soft and wet, and it was impossible to see two figures moving at such high speeds.
Two blade glows would occasionally illuminate the world and send the black mud flying into the sky.
Gradually, many truths that had been concealed by the swamp for countless years began to emerge. There were piles of white bones, treasure chests filled with gold coins, and many secret rooms.
These histories that might have been forgotten, that might have become stories in books, were cleaved to pieces by these two powerful blades.
In the face of absolute power, everything would become meaningless.
With a massive boom, Wang Po's blade collided with the Demon Commander's large blade.
All the water in the swamp was sent flying into the air, transforming into a muddy rain. The soft black mud was also sent flying, falling in a radius of several dozen li. Whether it was the demon soldiers or the human soldiers, they were all drenched from head to toe and smelled foul.
A fissure ten-some li long appeared on the plains.
Wang Po stood at the end of the fissure, half his body buried in the ground.
His face was pale and two streams of blood flowed from the corners of his lips. The hand gripping the blade trembled, adding another nick to the blade.
The Demon Commander was not much better off. She drew a straight white line in the air as she crashed into the gate of Xuelao City.
All the demon soldiers on the walls heard the boom and felt the tremors from within the walls.
The Demon Commander vomited blood. Her blood slightly cleared, and just when she was about to fly back to the wall, a shadow suddenly fell on her face.
This shadow came from a massive kite.
In the light of the setting sun, the kite seemed to be burning.
It matched the scenery in the painting hanging under the kite very well.
Besides the painting of Sangharama Temple burning, there was also a person tied to the kite.
The wind rustled the white paper.
Xiao Zhang leaped toward the gate, the Frost God Spear in his hand as he squeaked. (To be continued …)
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