An earth-shattering battle unfolds in the desert far away.

Although the Yellow Sand Giant was huge and powerful, the witchcraft performed by the Witch King with a wave of his hand was even more terrifying.

The fire and thunder in the sky, the wind and clouds swept through, and the huge momentum made the countless soldiers in the camp excited.

They all stared at the figure in a daze, in everyone's hearts, the witch king was the god in their hearts, unmatched.

The yellow sand giant was wrapped in a tornado of sand and dust, and the big axe in his hand kept slashing towards the witch king.

Although the Witch King was able to smash the great axe every time, a new sand axe was soon formed in the giant's hand.

The battle between the two lasted from noon to dusk, and then to late at night, and the two sides retreated with a tacit understanding.

They knew very well that this first encounter was just a test, and neither side could help the other.

The real key to determining victory or defeat lies in the military strength of their respective camps.

The Quicksand Country is one of the oldest countries in the desert and was an important part of the powerful desert empire of the time.

In terms of background, the country of quicksand is not inferior to the Nanming Empire at all, but because of the harsh desert environment, the number of troops is too different from the Nanming army.

In the middle of the night, the Witch King returned from the sky and landed in front of the high priest's tent, and the soldiers around him fell to their knees on one knee with a feverish expression.

Yun Ping also immediately knelt down, his eyes full of reverence.

The Witch King was a tall, middle-aged man with a non-angry expression, half-white hair and vicissitudes in his eyes, indicating that he was not as young as he looked.

With a casual wave of his hand and motioning for everyone to get up, he walked into the tent with his hands behind his back.

Yun Ping originally wanted to leave directly, but he didn't expect the high priest to pull him into the tent together.

"Come in and listen to the situation on the front line, so that you can go back and report clearly, those who are at home never know how hard it is to fight the world outside. ”

The old man said earnestly.

Yun Ping nodded.

He has been to the northern front line several times, but in fact, he has not seen much of the difficulties of the frontline battlefield, and only this time when he transported military supplies did he see some situations.

The Witch King turned around, his expression serious, and he spoke calmly.

"The long-prepared ritual of evoking the gods of the Quicksand Country has begun, and in the future, more and more Yellow Sand giants will participate in the battle, and if we can't break through the Quicksand Capital in a short time, this battle will definitely be lost. ”

Hearing this, the high priest did not react, and Yun Ping was shocked.

He thought that the Yellow Sand Giant was the strongest means of the Quicksand Country, but he didn't think that there would be more Yellow Sand Giants participating in the war.

If there are ten or eight, how can this battle be fought.

The High Priest laughed from the side.

"There are too many Yellow Sand Giants, we naturally can't fight, but if we want to awaken a Heroic Spirit sleeping underground, the price and time we need to pay are unbearable for the Quicksand Country.

As long as our army quickly gathers enough men and horses during this period of time, crushes the past, and forcibly breaks through the quicksand capital with several times more troops, victory in this battle can be expected. ”

Yun Ping suddenly realized, no wonder the high priest had said that it was too late, and he needed to transfer 50,000 elite soldiers as soon as possible.

At this time, it is necessary to fight quickly to win.

Yun Ping bowed respectfully to the Witch King and the High Priest and spoke.

"The last general understood, within two months, the last general must personally lead 50,000 elite soldiers to the front. ”

The High Priest nodded and waved.

"Go ahead, rest for the night, and go back tomorrow morning. ”

Yun Ping nodded yes and respectfully withdrew from the tent.

At this moment, only the witch king and the high priest were left in the tent, and there was silence in the tent.

The old man's face sank, he walked to the table and sat down, and said slowly.

"I'm afraid the capital has changed, and our plans are going to change. ”

The Witch King frowned and said.

"A few days ago, I always felt uneasy, as if there was some kind of feeling in the dark, and I don't know if the change in what you said has anything to do with this matter. ”

The old man spread out the letter on the desk and said.

"I don't know exactly what happened.

For a long time, people would submit the matter of the rear here in secret letters every day, but in the past two days, I have not received any secret letters, indicating that someone has blocked the passage of the capital.

If something really happened in the capital, it should have happened a few days ago. ”

The Witch King's face was slightly gloomy and he did not speak.

The old man continued.

"Wait and see, if there is no secret letter sent after that, it means that the sky in the capital has changed, and we don't have to wait for the 50,000 elite soldiers in two months. ”

The Witch King's eyes revealed unwillingness, and he said in a deep voice.

"It's just one step away, is it because of some small movements in the rear, and the success falls short?"

The old man looked helpless and sighed lightly.

"This war is by no means a one-man force that can change the direction, I can't do it, and neither can you.

Wait and see how the wind blows. ”

In the capital of the Southern Ming Empire, half a month has passed since the change of the Witch King's Palace.

The emperor immediately ordered the blockade of the Wuwang Palace, and also the entire capital.

It was claimed to the outside world that the Wuwang Palace was attacked by the remnants of Haifeng Kingdom and suffered heavy losses, so it was tightly sealed and protected.

Except for a limited number of people, no one knew that the Witch King's Palace had existed in name only.

At this moment, everyone's attention is only one, and that is the inheritor of the witch god, Princess Qinglian.

Princess Qinglian has received the inheritance of the witch god, which is a fact that everyone in the entire capital has seen, and in the hearts of the people, her status has skyrocketed, reaching the point where she is second only to the witch king.

The young emperor was naturally ecstatic about this, and his sister now not only gained the hearts and minds of the people, but also possessed great power and a witch god artifact.

This made him more confident, and after eradicating the Witch King's Palace, he dared to compete with the Witch King.

The fate of the Xuanyuan clan seemed to be about to be reversed in his hands.

I have to admit that the young emperor was a very far-sighted and thoughtful careerist.

On the first day after the fall of the Witch King's Palace, he took immediate action.

The blockade of the Witch King's Palace and the capital is only the first step, the killer organization secretly cultivated by the young emperor has been frequently dispatched in these days, and in three days, all the ministers who support the Witch King's Palace have been eliminated.

The underground black market Thousand Machines Pavilion, the intelligence collected over the years, can not only be used for trading.

Many people and forces that are unrelated to the Witch King Palace have been cut off one by one, and they have done it quietly.

In the capital city of Nanming, the undercurrent was surging, and the young emperor soon became powerful, from a puppet emperor to a real monarch.

With the help of the emperor, in just half a month, Xue Jian completely controlled the city defense guards of the entire capital, as well as those troops recruited from all over the country, all of which were assigned to Xue Jian's subordinates.

Whoever dares to disobey will have his head taken off that night.

For a while, the capital changed dramatically, as if it had changed overnight.