And the arrival of Ling Xingyue is the new force that Hull is most looking forward to.

Ling Xingyue ran to the city wall, packed up the equipment on his body, kicked several bags of wine on the horse, and then took off all the harness on the war horse under him, found a place, hid it, and then, with a wave of his hand, patted the horse away, and let it run freely towards the grassland.

Turning his head to face the city wall, his hands were hooked, his claw armor was stretched out, and he climbed up the wall slowly.

But this time, in order to hold back the main force of Warat, this city wall, which has never been lost, has become the bag of Warat. On the top of the tower, the patrol was full of soldiers from Warat.

This outer city is the last echelon of the Warat army, and there are no attacking enemies from the outside, so this should be regarded as the most lax place in the defense of Warat.

Ling Xingyue climbed up silently, and the claw armor of both hands was inserted into the bluestone, as easily as inserting a plaster, and the soldiers defending the city were not aware of it at all. No one could have imagined that there would be people who would climb up from this place, how could it be, just kidding, there is not even a ladder, you think this is a gecko horse? But Ling Xingyue, that's really it, climbed up one by one.

Climbing to the height of the arrow battlement, Ling Xingyue glanced inside, above the city tower, because the defensive pressure was very small, so only two braziers were lit, and the Warat soldiers on duty were basically sitting, and they would only glance into the distance after a while. In the dim light, the entire tower was basically undefended.

Ling Xingyue still hid cautiously for a while, her eyes scanned the entire city tower, and then she felt it carefully, making sure that there was no shaman on duty here, so she jumped up and turned over into the city tower.

After entering the city tower, Ling Xingyue didn't want to startle the snake, so she moved a few times skillfully, and then jumped onto the lookout of the city tower with a vertical figure.

At first glance, Ling Xingyue was startled, why, how could these two city walls also be the banner of Wara? ? Could it be that this Gulan Wooden Pagoda has been lost??? Ling Xingyue couldn't calm down this time, thinking about the Situ he sent in, Zhao Jinlong and the others, only felt that his back was a little recurrent.

Quickly take a deep breath, use your gaze, look at this Hull Palace, and the towering Gulan Wooden Tower, take a closer look, and finally breathe a sigh of relief, at least the Imperial Palace and the Gulan Mu Tower, the fluttering is still the flag of this Hull.

But the loss of the two city walls was definitely beyond Ling Xingyue's expectations, it seemed that this battle was more difficult than he imagined, and he didn't know how Situ was doing now, Ling Xingyue always had a complicated feeling about Situ.

On the one hand, seeing that he was interested in Lan Keman, coupled with the fact that Situ was always wandering around Man'er like an annoying fly from time to time, it really made people feel that it was an eyesore, and he was very disliked.

On the other hand, I was afraid that I would send Situ in, and if I let Situ have a long and short term, I wouldn't be able to explain it to Lan Keman. This kind of complex emotion was something that Ling Xingyue had never experienced when she was a cat, so it also brought Ling Xingyue a lot of confusion.

However, as a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, the safety of the border is the responsibility that everyone should bear, Situ has no two words at this point, and Situ himself, thoughtful, tenacious and tenacious, and has many years of relationship with this Hull, so Paistu to rescue this Hull, from which point of view, is the best choice.

The only thing I didn't expect was that the battle situation here was so tragic that even the two city towers were lost, and such a situation was also beyond Ling Xingyue's expectations.

Ling Xingyue, who was standing on the pole, let out a long sigh:

"Hey, it's better to be a cat, it's easy every day, there's so much."

muttering in his mouth, but his hands and feet were not idle, he put the skin film he was carrying on his hands and feet again, unfolded it against the wind, and then jumped down, with the help of the wind in the sky, and flew to the Hull Palace.

The outer city swept by, Ling Xingyue had the opportunity to carefully watch the deployment of the outer city, Bayin Muren is indeed a wise general, although there is no direct external threat to the entire outer city, but all the passages have been dealt with according to a certain scale, and the places suitable for horse running have been dredged, and the places that are not suitable for horse running have been blocked in sections. The soldiers in the outer city lined up their living positions in a defensive array, and everything was in order, revealing a sense of murderous intent.

With such an exquisite arrangement, Ling Xingyue, who was looking at it, couldn't help nodding.

Approaching the inner city wall, a gust of wind blew from the city wall, carrying Ling Xingyue higher up, Ling Xingyue adjusted his posture, and avoided the center line of the main city in a more soothing way, intending to land outside the walls of this Hull Palace to avoid unnecessary trouble.

At this moment, suddenly, a familiar sense of sharpness alarmed Ling Xingyue, who was gliding, at this time, the shaman of Wara was casting a spell to fight, Ling Xingyue did not hesitate, immediately in the air, changed the direction of travel, and the skin of his hands and feet was retracted, and he accelerated and rushed towards that place.

A huge dome structure building located in the middle of the inner city, there was a magic fluctuation that Ling Xingyue was very familiar with, it was the thorn technique that the grassland shaman was used to, and he could faintly hear that this Wara shaman was shouting about some Han pig.

Ling Xingyue did not hesitate, she collected the skin on her body in the air, and on her head and feet, like a dazzling bow and arrow, shot straight at the dome of the Grand Bazaar, and at the moment of contact, her body turned over lightly, and her feet stepped on the dome fiercely, the dome of the Bazaar shattered in response, and Ling Xingyue directly entered the interior of the Grand Bazaar.

Sweeping around, on his left hand, a team of people discharged a tight defensive formation, and a shaman in front of him seemed to be a little abnormal, holding a white bone staff in his hand, and was about to perform the icicle technique, such a tight formation, as long as this icicle technique was performed, this team of people would inevitably suffer heavy casualties, and the leader of the team was the deputy commander of his own personal guard forbidden army, Zhao Jinlong.

It was already too late to attack the shaman, and Ling Xingyue, with one hand forbidden, a wall of fire rose from the ground, just in time to catch the dozens of ice picks.

Ling Xingyue's cold voice sounded in the dome of the Grand Bazaar:

"Who do you call Han Zhu?! Pickled dare! ”