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When the herald returned, he announced that all the warriors had arrived at their appointed positions and had formed an encirclement of the enemy camp. Prajna slowly approached the enemy camp with the folded waves behind him.

The other sacrifices had been sent to all directions by a priest followed by a warrior in pairs. The intention of this arrangement is that when the priests run out of mental power, the warriors who follow behind them can take them out of the front line of the battle in time, because the priests who have exhausted their mental power are very vulnerable, so as to ensure the safety of the priests to the greatest extent.

After approaching the enemy camp, Pranya quietly looked for a shelter to hide his body, and carefully approached the center of the enemy camp step by step with the breaking waves. The target of her mission is the enemy's priests, and she wants to disable as many of them as possible before they are discovered. This way, when the war comes, the less help the enemy priest can give. In this way, you can ensure that this battle will minimize your own losses.

Along the way, there were also many sentry posts arranged by the enemy, hiding in various shelters from the rain, shivering. Prajna walked all the way and waved his hand, and the already cold and sleepy sentry fell down one by one silently, and in the sound of heavy rain, even Prajna couldn't hear the sound of the sentry falling.

Zhilang followed behind Praruo and watched the scene in disbelief, not even noticing the rain pouring into his gaping mouth. It was the first time he had seen Prajna perform such a strange spell with his own eyes, so it was no wonder that the Holy Son of Crow and the Holy Maiden of Stacking Lu would rather give up their more than 100 people to please the Holy Maiden of Prajna. It was simply terrifying, he had never seen anyone kill so silently. Thinking that he had also enjoyed this kind of treatment at that time, Zhilang felt shuddering. He secretly swore in his heart that he would never be an enemy of Prajna in this life, not at any time.

Along the way, there was no danger of reaching the center of the enemy camp, but it was difficult for Pranya to look at so many tents. She couldn't tell which tents were sleeping with enemy priests. And she also spent a lot of mental energy along the way, even if she was already very economical, but the remaining mental power was impossible to take care of all the people in these tents.

Time was no longer hesitant, she immediately chose two of the tents to release all her remaining spiritual power, and then shouted 'go' to the waves. Zhilang immediately picked up the prajna and touched it back along the way he came.

"Who?"

Seeing that he was about to leave the range of the enemy camp, a man suddenly came out of a tent, and happened to see the figure galloping in the dark night. There was a yelling at the moment. Immediately the people in the tent behind him were awakened, and the commotion quickly spread through the camp.

Zhilang didn't care about hiding his body, so he strode out before the enemy could fully react.

With the warnings of the awakened enemies, the enemy camp was immediately in chaos. The Jiuli warriors who surrounded the enemy camp also immediately took action, and the priests divided half of them to stand closest to the enemy camp and chanted spells to apply buff magic to their own warriors who rushed by, and the other part was to throw weakening magic at the crowd that rushed out of the enemy camp. After all the mental power was exhausted, the warrior who followed him left far away to recover his mental power.

"How?"

After Lian Bo was carried under a big tree by a member of the Pranya tribe, he saw Pranya who was resting, and hurriedly asked.

"When I came out, I was discovered by the enemy. Along the way, I only used a slight mental power to stun the sentry posts, and the rest of my mental energy was summoned to two of the tents, and I don't know who was inside. ”

Prajna was a little dissatisfied with the results of this trip. But it can't be helped, if she is given more time, she may be able to figure out which tent the enemy priests live in, and she will be able to attack more targeted. But time waits for no one, and she has done her best to be able to do this.

"It's good that you're not in danger. ”

Lian Bo is most concerned about the safety of Prajna, as for the outcome of this battle, he is confident in Prajna's tactics.

"Hurry up and recover, we will win this battle, but casualties are inevitable. ”

After Prajna finished speaking, she closed her eyes and stopped talking, and began to recover her mental strength with all her might, so many people were in the melee, and the number of casualties must be a lot, and her 'Hymn to Life' was an excellent restoration technique after the war.

Although the rain was still heavy, there was still no way to hide the fierce fighting between the two sides.

Listening to the shouting and killing sound from ahead, Praruo couldn't help frowning, it seemed that his choice was not correct. The enemy must still have a priest awake, otherwise his own warriors have the bonus of a priest, and there is an advantage in numbers, plus the enemy is unprepared, so he should not fight so anxiously.

The fight continued until dawn and then gradually stopped. The rain has gradually subsided, and the enemy camp has completely turned into a Shura field, with a large amount of rain mixed with blood flowing everywhere.

Prajna stood up and walked towards the battlefield, where the Jiuli tribesmen were searching for those who were still alive.

"This battle is really tragic, it turns out that there is really a river of blood. ”

The Holy Maiden of Bai Ya also walked to Prajna's side, looked at the miserable battlefield, and sighed.

It was close to noon that the living Jiuli tribe sifted through the entire battlefield and rescued those who were seriously injured and fell in a pool of blood one by one. After counting, the Jiuli clan counted nearly three thousand injured left. In this battle, one side paid the price of more than 1,000 people.

"So many people died?"

The Holy Maiden Bai Ya, who was healing the wounded clansmen, almost fainted when she heard the news. It was the first time she had seen so many dead people, and it was simply beyond her mental capacity.

"There are not many, the enemy has more than 3,000 people, and less than ten people have survived. ”

Mo Xiang never dared to imagine that he had achieved such a brilliant victory. It took only one-third of the cost of the enemy to wipe out the enemy almost completely.

"Less than ten?

Hearing this, Pranya frowned.

"There were many tribes who had been killed by the enemy, so everyone was angry, and many of the captives were tortured and killed. If I hadn't stopped it quickly, I'm afraid there wouldn't have been a single captive left. ”

Mo Xiang replied awkwardly.