In the unknown dungeon world, a majestic pagoda was filled with a scorching aura.

The vast light spread out like water waves, and countless beast cavalry and flamingos crawled in their path.

This is the boundless wrath of their Lord and their King.

An old man in a robe knelt respectfully at the top of the pagoda in front of the countless crowds.

"My lord, who makes you so angry"

"The projection of this seat perished, and all the one hundred and thirty-seven projection doppelgangers perished."

The majestic voice sounded in his ears, and the old man's face sank.

One hundred and thirty-seven projection clones? Doesn't that mean that all the clones of the sect master have been destroyed?

As soon as this thought fell, the whole heart couldn't help but hang, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

"But what did the strong people in that world do?"

"It's them"

A flash of light appeared on the throne, and the light turned into a fiery red figure.

Looking around, the already incomparably majestic aura thickened a little again.

"Damn ants, they are obviously not as strong as this seat, why can they still destroy the projection clone of this seat"

"Unforgivable, unforgivable......"

"High priest, what do you say this seat should do? What should we orcs do?"

Killing intent permeated from the figure, and everyone under the steps showed a bloodthirsty light at the same time.

The old man thought quickly and spoke to the figure on the throne.

"The power of the origin of that world is abundant, and if you can harvest it, you will surely get the pleasure of the world. It's just that the subordinates feel that the benefits brought by the promotion of the world are all the people in the world, and we should not be the only ones who contribute to the Tower of Babel."

"One side contributes? All of them? ”

"For example, the Castle of the Dead, for example, the Temple of the Dead"

"Okay, you go and tell them the space-time coordinates of that world, and say that this seat invites them to come to my Babel Tower to discuss the plan."

"Obedience"

After the old man finished speaking, he turned into a ball of flames, turned around and flew back.

Looking at the departing light, the figure on the throne had an angry face.

"The Order of the Throne"

"Assemble the beast cavalry from now on"

"Assemble the flamingos from now on"

"Gather the herd from now on"

"Yes"

The crowd at the foot of the stairs shouted in unison.

……

Changhe Replica World.

Yuzhang County Government.

Although ten days have passed since the battle, the bloody atmosphere still endures.

Pedestrians seem to have become accustomed to this breath and start the day with a blind eye.

Jia Nian walked slowly on the street alone.

The soldiers on patrol in the past bowed down one after another when they saw Jia Nian's figure, and their eyes showed respect.

A gust of wind blew, and he subconsciously shrunk his neck.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, reached out and caught one, and then couldn't help but stand still.

Winter? Snowflakes?.

Vaguely seemed to feel something, is Emperor Han Ling about to die? .

Doesn't that mean that the great era that belongs to this copy world is coming.

One familiar story after another came to my mind, and my breathing became rapid.

Just as I was about to do something, a line of writing appeared in front of me.

"Joint Proclamation of Real-World States"

"The unknown dungeon world has opened a passage to the real world"

"It is expected that in January, the vanguard of this dungeon world will arrive"

"All players who are stranded in the dungeon world are requested to return to the real world immediately and prepare for battle"

"You have three minutes to make your choice"

The handwriting dissipated in front of his eyes, and a progress bar appeared in front of him.

Jia Nian's heart gradually sank, obviously it was not a good time to leave at this time.

Think quickly, keep weighing.

Peng Qing had already negotiated peace with himself, and the two sides also signed an armistice agreement under the facilitation of Guo Dapang.

It can be said that the foreign enemy has disappeared invisibly.

As for the internal Lu Su, Liu Ye and others, it can be handled smoothly.

It's just that due to the synchronization of the time flow rate between the Changhe dungeon world and the real world, if you fight in the outer heavens, you will inevitably miss a lot of big events.

For example, the Dong Zhuo Rebellion that occurred due to the death of Emperor Ling.

After all, the dungeon world invaded the real world, which was destined to be a large-scale war that could not be stopped in a short period of time.

So how many troops can you mobilize?

There are only 2,000 soldiers and horses left in Tiance's mansion, and Chen Ce, Geng Wu and others are only a few thousand, so it is obviously extremely disadvantageous for the troops to be too scarce in the next big war.

It seems that only by relying on the conscription authority and the population advantage in Lingjiang City can we tide over this difficulty.

"Recruitment Quota Increase"

"Cap 4000"

"You can automatically trigger when you leave the Changhe Dungeon World"

Looking at the news of these prompts, Jia Nian's gaze looked around, and finally fell on Tang Gaoming, who was patrolling.

Seeing Jia Nian's gaze, Tang Gaoming took a dozen soldiers behind him and bowed.

"The Lord"

"The extraterritorial urgency is that the Taishou will immediately go to the Tiance Mansion to sit down, and you go to the Taishou Mansion to inform the two military advisors, and the affairs of Yuzhang County will be handled by them. Maybe in a month, I will mobilize more than 10,000 soldiers and horses, and ask them to rectify the internal affairs of Yuzhang County within a month."

"No"

Tang Gaoming replied loudly to Jia Nian, and then ran in the direction of Taishou Mansion with more than a dozen soldiers behind him.

Looking at the distant backs of these people, Jia Nian thought in his heart.

A chat window appeared in front of him, and Guo Dapang's handwriting was revealed.

"It's time to go back"

"How's your handling going?"

"I just urgently drew a big cake for Peng Qing, and it is estimated that he will not go under the knife to Yuzhang County in a year or two."

"What bread?"

"He is a man who aspires to become the king of Sangoe"

"Sangoe King ......"

Jia Nian was speechless, he couldn't imagine that Guo Dapang actually drew him such a cake.

You must know that although Shanyue's strength is good, the internal forces have long been divided, and I don't know how much effort it will take to integrate them.

But now the alliance of Shanyue tribes has given Peng Qing this opportunity.

Of course, in the process of integration, the voice of the sword soldier is indispensable.

It's a pity that he will be absent for a while in the Changhe dungeon world, and he can only watch some big events happen.

If he comes back too late, and Peng Qing's speed is fast enough, once he becomes the real king of Shanyue, it will inevitably be a disaster for the entire Yangzhou.

Perhaps at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the princes of the Eighteenth Road did not have a figure in Yangzhou, and this reason is not necessarily.

Jia Nian guessed maliciously, and then smiled in his heart.

Regardless of what the real history looks like, at least this is the reason given by the Changhe Replica World.

In a gamified world that can make Liu Ye, Lu Su and others older, nothing can happen.

"I don't know how long this war will last, but hopefully it will end soon"

"It shouldn't be too short, after all, this is a contest between the real world and a copy of the world"

"Let's go back"

"Yes"

The handwriting disappeared in front of his eyes, and Jia Nian's figure began to fade, and then disappeared in the Yuzhang County Mansion.