The gods who are high up are too far away from the mortals who are far away on the earth.

In the western desert of the South Sea Continent, a bloody and cruel war continues.

The yellow sand was long, and the blood stained the battlefield red.

In the middle of the Great Desert, there is a huge lake that has not dried up for tens of thousands of years, and it is a lake that gave birth to an ancient and glorious desert civilization.

Around this huge lake, more than a dozen countries once existed, but now these countries have either been annexed or died out on their own, and the only country that still thrives is the country of quicksand.

The country of quicksand stretches for thousands of years, and it is the most powerful country in the desert today.

But even such a powerful country was still difficult to resist in the face of the army of the Southern Ming Empire.

The army is pressing the border, this is the third time that the army has come to the city, and the capital of the quicksand country is facing a huge threat.

On the oasis formed around the huge lake, the high walls built were difficult to withstand the siege equipment of the Southern Ming army.

Fortunately, the people of the quicksand are fierce, regardless of men, women and children, they dare to rush to the battlefield and fight with their lives, so they can barely resist the waves of attacks of the Nanming army.

Outside the city walls, there were scattered corpses and burned siege equipment.

A great battle had just ended, and many quicksanders rushed out of the city, cleaned up the battlefield, rescued the wounded soldiers, gathered the dead, and buried them in the sand.

Although in this battle, they repelled the Nanming army, but the losses were extremely heavy.

They are afraid in their hearts whether they will be able to hold on next time.

On the city wall, there are also many soldiers looking up into the distance, and in the depths of the distant desert, a tornado of sand and dust is terrifying.

A huge yellow sand giant, armed with a battle axe, is still fighting to the death with the strongest witch king in the Southern Ming army.

Although they hoped that the Yellow Sand Giant would kill the Witch King, they all knew that it was unlikely.

Unless, the Ritual of Summoning can summon more powerful Heroic Spirits from underground.

The battle continued until the next morning, when the Witch King and the Yellow Sand Giant retreated.

In the Nanming military camp two hundred miles away, a tragic siege battle had just been experienced, and there were many wounded soldiers in the camp, and there were painful wails everywhere.

If the third siege does not break through the capital of the Quicksand Country, they will become more and more difficult in the future.

Because their troops were getting smaller and smaller, it was impossible for the wounded soldiers to go to the battlefield again, and a lot of siege equipment had been lost, all of which needed to be slowly transported from the far south.

Just when the barracks was immersed in a bleak atmosphere and demoralized, a spy who had been on guard fifty miles away from the barracks hurried back on a fast horse.

He looked excited, and as soon as he rushed into the barracks, he shouted loudly.

"Reinforcements are coming, reinforcements are coming!"

When many soldiers with low morale heard this, they were immediately shocked.

The spy shouted as he ran towards the manager's tent.

In the big tent, an old man walked out quickly, looked at the spy and asked.

"What were you just shouting?"

The spy quickly got down on one knee and replied excitedly with a fist.

"Back to the high priest, his subordinates had just been patrolling fifty miles away, and suddenly saw a light cavalry breaking into the barracks, and the commander of that light cavalry was General Yunping. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of heavy horses' hooves was heard outside the barracks.

Everyone immediately looked up, outside the barracks, the sand and dust were billowing, and they saw a team in light armor, riding war horses, galloping towards here.

The team stretched out a long battle line that stretched several kilometers away, and it looked as if there were thousands of people.

At this moment, whether it was a wounded soldier or a demoralized person, they all felt refreshed and stood up.

The light cavalry finally stopped outside the barracks, and the first one, a resolute man in his early thirties, quickly turned over and dismounted, and rushed into the barracks.

Yun Ping had been to the front line several times, and there were many people in the barracks who knew him, and at this moment, everyone saw Yun Ping bringing reinforcements over, and they all greeted him excitedly.

Yun Ping responded a few words, and quickly came to the front of the high priest, clenching his fists and speaking respectfully.

"Yunping has fulfilled his mission, His Majesty the Emperor has sent 50,000 troops and is on the way here. ”

The old man had a look of joy on his face, helped him up, and smiled.

"Okay, the arrival of reinforcements this time is just to solve the urgent needs of our army, how many men and horses did you bring this time, who is the commander of the army, is it a flowing wind?"

Yun Ping hesitated for a moment and said.

"I came to the barracks ahead of schedule to report the good news, so this time I only brought a thousand vanguard troops, and the army was still behind, arriving in about ten days.

As for the leader of the leader, it is...... Helian Chong, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, is not an Elder of the Flowing Wind. ”

After hearing these words, the joy on the old man's face suddenly dissipated and became invisible, and he frowned.

It was enough for Yun Ping to bring a thousand vanguard troops to report the good news, but the leader of the army turned out to be not Liufeng, but a Five Poisons Sect leader from a remote place.

The old man thought for a moment and asked.

"Helian Chong, is that the one who can't even do the little thing of clearing the remnants of the Senwu tribe?"

Yun Ping looked a little embarrassed and nodded.

He hesitated and said.

"In fact, Helian Chong is a very talented soldier, when he attacked Haifeng Kingdom, he went from a nobody to a general in a few years, and made a lot of achievements. ”

The old man snorted coldly and glanced at Yun Ping.

"You think I don't know about the matter between you and Helian Chong, I'm just wondering why the emperor didn't let Liufeng be the commander, but sent a Helian Chong, who has nothing to do with the Witch King's Palace. ”

Yun Ping lowered his head and couldn't help but think in his heart.

After a long silence, the old man suddenly asked.

"During this time, has anything special happened in the capital?"

Yun Ping's expression moved, and then he remembered that he had a particularly important matter to report.

He glanced at the soldiers around him with an expression that was not easy to say, and the old man turned and led him into the tent.

In the Great Tent, in addition to the High Priest, the Witch King was also there, and at this moment he was sitting on the side, his eyes closed, as if he was resting and recovering.

Yun Ping glanced at the Witch King and said softly.

"When I went back this time, I learned that a lot of big things had happened in the capital, and the capital has been completely locked down, which is said to be to track down the remnants of Haifeng who attacked the Witch King's Palace.

This person held the artifact of Haifeng Kingdom, suspected to be the inheritor of the sea god, and caused great damage to the Witch King Palace, but at the critical moment, the Witch God Statue chose the inheritor, knocked the person back, and saved the Witch King Palace. ”

As soon as these words came out, the sound was not loud, but in this small tent, it was like dozens of thunderbolts.

The old man's expression suddenly changed greatly, and the Witch King, who had closed his eyes tightly, opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were full of shock.

"Inheritor of the Sea Gods...... Inheritor of the Witch God?"

The old man muttered in a low voice, his tone revealing disbelief.

"Who are they?"