Chapter 391: The End of the Song
"Kill!" The order to counterattack has been given, and the army, the hundred grandmasters, and the Phantom Energy Clan all rushed towards the remaining prehistoric races one by one, and there was no Giant Clan to stand in the way, and the elders of the Phantom Energy Clan also found gold-level masters one by one.
"Surrendered, we surrendered!" A silver-level master who was surrounded by a hundred grandmasters suddenly knelt on the ground and cried.
"It's not okay to surrender, the orders from above have been issued, and no one will be left for you prehistoric races!" A grandmaster sneered,
"Ah, I fought it!" The silver-level master who was kneeling on the ground still wanted to stand up and fight hard, but unfortunately no one gave him this chance, and he was directly hacked to death by the chaotic sword.
"Boom!" The Great Elder of the Ghost Energy Clan walked around the battlefields with a holy weapon, and when he saw a gold-level master, he immediately blasted it with a holy weapon.
"Oh my God, where is my clan's holy weapon!" An elder of the Fire Clan could only watch as the artifact flew over. He is already dead, Huaxia's holy weapons have all come, and his own Fire Clan's holy weapons are indeed missing, the great elder must be more than lucky.
War, why did the Fire Clan carry out this inexplicable war!
"Run! It's as much as you can escape," a minotaur elder said bitterly as he looked at the dwindling figure of his own minotaur clan throughout the battlefield.
At the rear command of the battlefield, Zhao Li was sitting in front of the display screen watching the video transmitted by the front-line drone.
"Good, great! The Giant Race has retreated, and now I see how these prehistoric races can resist! The commander said excitedly.
It's no wonder that he is excited, but every battlefield is developing in favor of Huaxia, as soon as the masters of the Phantom Energy Clan joined, they immediately blocked the masters of the prehistoric race, and these masters were also destroyed by the holy weapons that suddenly appeared, which was something that I thought had never been so smooth since the beginning of the war!
"These prehistoric races should be finished now. Thanks to Zhao Li, you have been blocking the Fire Clan's holy weapon! The chief of staff sighed at Zhao Li, who was sitting on the side and was seriously injured.
"Xie doesn't need it, I'm also from Huaxia, it's a pity that we still haven't snatched the holy weapon of the Fire Clan, it can be said that although we won this war, we sacrificed too much, it's not worth it!" Zhao Li shook his head and said calmly.
The army has not yet sorted out how many people have died. He must have thought a lot, and on the display screen, he could see that the ground in various cities was full of military corpses, as well as civilian corpses. This war has greatly damaged the vitality of Huaxia, dozens of cities have been destroyed, and so many people have died, I don't know how the country will arrange it, but this is a matter above, he didn't think about it so much.
"yes, it's not worth it. If it weren't for this damn Fire Clan, we wouldn't have a big war, but this war also has a benefit, at least it scares other prehistoric races, so that those races don't dare to come to our Huaxia to destroy at will, which will at least give us Huaxia a few years of development time! "The commander's vision is long-term.
Isn't there such an idea that the country also co-authored, there has never been peace between races and races, and if the difference in strength is too great, then it's fine. If the strength is close, then there will definitely be a war.
Zhao Li stayed in the headquarters for three days. In three days, the battlefields of more than 30 cities were over one by one, and all the prehistoric races were left behind. The ghostly people were stunned for a moment, and then immediately began to laugh maniacally.
"Haha, we won, we won!"
People I don't know each other hugging each other!
The people in command hugged each other in a laugh.
"Hehe, win!" Zhao Li also forced his body out of the underground headquarters. Looking at the ruined city, I don't know whether to laugh or cry!
When he came to the Sword River in advance, he didn't think about going back, after all, it was a holy weapon, although he borrowed his strength to reach a half-saint, it was only a half-saint, and it was still a little short of the holy weapon that was urged.
But I finally picked up a life, much better than the people lying on the street outside! It's a pity that his own sword scripture and reckless diagram have been destroyed on the battlefield, but these two magic weapons have been with him all the way to the present, especially the reckless circle has helped me the most.
"It's time to go back, Xiaolian and they may all be worried!" Zhao Li looked at the city like Fei Ruins and muttered.
It was only at this time that he felt the preciousness of life, why didn't he think of these when he was fighting with that holy weapon before!
"Zhao Li, Zhao Li, why did you run outside, don't move around with such a serious injury!" The chief of staff hurriedly walked over and said.
Looking at Zhao Li in front of him, he admired it from the bottom of his heart, there was basically no good place on his body, some places could see bones, some places were bloody flesh, most of the skin was burned out, if it was an ordinary person, this kind of injury would have died a long time ago, but the other party can still move around at any time like a little strong.
"I'm not so vulnerable, the war is over, I think I'm going to go back to recuperate, I've also told you some of the things going through this war, and you can inform the country when you sign a peace agreement with the prehistoric race in a month." Zhao Li said lightly.
"Okay, okay, we'll do all these things, you better go back early to recuperate, we don't dare to touch you now!" The chief of staff nodded.
"I didn't see these prehistoric races perishing, how could I have the heart to heal my wounds!" Zhao Li said calmly.
There was a cold murderous aura under the calm tone, and even the chief of staff, who was used to it on the battlefield, was also cold. But my heart was also uplifted.
"Yes, if you don't wipe out all these prehistoric races, won't so many of your comrades-in-arms die in vain?
The chief of staff thought of the soldiers who had died so many times, and the mood of the victory just now was gone! Looking at Huaxia is a victory, but it is only a miserable victory.
The prehistoric races of more than thirty cities who were secretly watching the battle were also calmly watching the victory of Huaxia. After the prehistoric races' artifacts and reinforcements were withdrawn, they knew the fate of the Fire Clan!
"Alas, the Fire Clan and more than a dozen small races were wiped out, but I didn't expect Huaxia to be so ruthless, and not a single one of those who surrendered was left!" The races that were secretly watching the battle were all nervous when they saw this situation.
"Yes, the race war, this is the cruelty of the race war, the Fire Clan is too impulsive, they start a race war at every turn, they still think this is in the ancient era when they are the most powerful! Now it's okay, the entire race has been wiped out, and more than a dozen small races have been affected! A man of the Celestial Snake Clan sighed,
"Let's go, there's nothing to see!"
The final war is over, and the prehistoric races that watched the war have dispersed one by one.
Although this war is over, the impact of the war has indeed penetrated deep into the prehistoric races of the entire earth, and I didn't expect that this era of human beings, which is not very developed in technology and cultivation, will wipe out more than a dozen races at once, which makes some prehistoric races who are eager to try a chill in their hearts, and they are honest one by one.
Zhou City
The Ghost Energy Clan carefully sent Zhao Li back to Jiangxin Island, and then also took their dead more than twenty clansmen back!
Forced his body to walk to the door of his yard step by step, and listened to the laughter and roar of Xiao Shisi and Xiao Bai from afar. This made him cold for a few days, and a little smile appeared on his face.
"Roar!" Xiaobai felt the master's breath as soon as Zhao Li approached the yard, and couldn't help but yell at the door!
"Daddy!" Xiao Shisi rubbed her eyes, a little unable to believe that this tattered person was her father.
"Little Shisi!" Zhao Li smiled stiffly!
"Husband, you're back!" The three daughters of Xiaolian also stood at the door with red eyes.
Looking at the man who was not much better than a beggar, Xiaolian Sannu couldn't hold back any longer, and the pear blossom rushed towards Zhao Li with rain.
"Stop, stop! Don't touch me! Seeing that the three daughters of Xiaolian pounced, Zhao Li hurriedly said.
Seeing that the third girl stopped in front of him, looking at himself with pity and pity, he could only smile bitterly.
"It's not that I don't want to hug you, it's that I'm too injured to touch anyone!"
Xiaolian's three daughters reflected at this time, staring at their own men, one by one bloody holes, pieces of bloody muscles, and burned skin everywhere, which made the three girls cover their mouths in fright!
I want to reach over and touch it, but I don't dare!
"Hehe, it's okay, it's scary, just wait for me to retreat and recuperate!" Zhao Li said easily.
Because he was worried that his injury would scare the guy, Zhao Li didn't dare to stay longer, and after a few words of explanation with the three daughters of Xiaolian, he entered the room and began to retreat and recuperate! (To be continued.) )