Although the buildings and barracks in the city were unharmed, the city walls and arrow towers that bore the brunt of the defensive battle had become ruins, and Han Feng was a little dumbfounded...

Jia Xu, the new steward of Yin Wind City, whispered beside him: "Lord, this kind of regular siege is like this, after each attack, the damaged defenses must be rebuilt..."

Han Feng looked at this pile of ruins without tears, the ten crossbow flame arrow towers and thickened city walls specially made by Laruli can be regarded as one of the great heroes of this city defense, proportional to its scenery, and the cost is extremely expensive, if it were not for the continuous conquest of many fierce generals of the Three Kingdoms, it would be really difficult to build.

Although the battle to defend the city was won, the troops involved in the battle also suffered heavy losses, and it is still unknown whether the many generals under his command who were damaged can collect resources as efficiently as before, you must know that the resources that have been guarded by low-level monsters have been swept away when they explore the map range, and the remaining resources guarded by powerful monsters cannot be defeated in a short time.

It seems that this grass head king is really not so easy to be, Han Feng thought depressedly, and at this moment, Jia Xu next to him mysteriously handed over a storage bag and a letter.

When he opened it, Han Feng almost didn't laugh out loud, this letter was actually sent by the Moon Temple side that he had repeatedly attacked, the letter did not mention the unpleasantness of the past, but instead expressed great appreciation for the atrocities he used to fight against his old rival Sun God Cult, and the other storage bag contained their reward for Han Feng's 'righteous act' of severely damaging the Templar Order, and there was an inexplicable sentence at the end of the letter, "Life is impermanent, full of chaos, filth, and pain. Death signifies tranquility, order, and eternal beauty. ”

"his eternal beauty, I'm not ready to meet Marx yet!" Han Feng pursed his lips and threw the letter aside, opened the storage bag with joy, and three exquisite metal boxes appeared in front of him.

Han Feng opened the first box, and a black card appeared in his sight in the soft light, with a line of small characters written on it in silver characters, "Bone pile (a one-time prop, used to defend the city, laying a ten-meter-wide pile of bones in front of your own city wall, the effect is equivalent to the bone pile of the ghost clan castle replacing the moat)."

"Hehe, this is a good thing, with it, it is a little more sure to resist the siege of the next Cardinal of Habbons, but it's a pity that it's a one-off!" Han Fengle threw the card into his storage bag.

What appeared in the second box was also a one-time card, "Building Repair Card (one-time props, used in defending the city, repairing 40%-60% of damaged city walls and arrow towers)" This Dongdong made the smile on Han Feng's face even brighter, these two things were all items he urgently needed when guarding the city, and his heart couldn't help but swoop up his goodwill towards the Moon Temple.

In this tactical sand table, what Han Feng felt the most was the bullying of the Sun God Sect, plus he was an outsider, so he didn't understand much about the rights and wrongs of the two sides. The previous Moon Temple's act of capturing the Holy Maiden was purely a normal means between hostile camps in Han Feng's opinion.

Han Feng has always believed in this saying, "Charcoal in the snow is better than icing on the cake", and the Moon Temple extended a helping hand when he was in the most difficult time, which naturally won his favor, plus there was also a task to eliminate Cardinal Archbishop Habens, which doomed him to become friends with the Sun God Cult.

With such a mood, he opened the last box, and what appeared in his sight was a combat skill book, a book that made him ecstatic, a book that allowed him to directly classify the Moon Temple into the category of friends---- third-level basic life!

"his rights and wrongs, in this tactical sand table, mixing up is the king!" Han Feng hurriedly activated the book, and at this time, Han Feng's HP directly increased by 10%, becoming 4030, and the ultimate attack power soared directly to 60360! The next time you encounter a high-level monk with 200 units, you can directly wipe out a team!

Han Feng, who was in a happy mood, saw that there were still more than ten hours to open the arena again, and the troops gathered from all of you were sent back again, of course, the Seraph, Titan, High Monk, and Mutant Hill Dwarves would all be hoarded in Zhao Yun's hands before the Cardinal Archbishop's siege ended, and many other fierce generals only retained one or two Seraphs who supported the façade at best.

The reason is very simple, he is also a fierce general of the Three Kingdoms, Zhao Yun's style is more inclined to outwit and win with the least consumption, which is obviously in line with Han Feng's taste. The other people are out-and-out madmen, arrogant along the way, the number of battles is wide open, and they often follow the routine of injuring 10,000 enemies and losing 8,000 themselves.

However, the two types of generals have their own merits, Zhao Yun's cautious advantage is to preserve his strength to the greatest extent, while the disadvantage is that the speed of traveling to the map and harvesting resources is slower, and the generals represented by Guan Yu and Hua Xiong have raised this speed to a terrifying level at the cost of losing troops.

After the battle, Han Feng finally discovered that something was wrong, since the territory had upgraded the best third-level potion workshop, the old man of Yaochen had not shown up for a long time, even if it was such a hard battle to defend the city this time, he did not take out his treasure potion as if he had offered treasure as before.

"Could it be that this old guy ran away?" Han Feng came to the pharmacy workshop full of doubts, but he couldn't help but be startled by the image of Yaochen in front of him, although sometimes this old man was a little dead and pestered himself to ask for this and that, but sometimes he paid special attention to the image, but the old man in front of him was like an old hen holding a nest, unkempt, his hands and robe were stained with colorful herb juice, and the crucible in front of him was bubbling in the crucible of refining medicine.

Seeing the City Lord come in, Yao Chen still turned a deaf ear, Han Feng looked at this old thing with interest, there was not a bottle of Templar potion on the shelves where the finished potions were placed, not even a bottle of the lowest level potions.

Although he was very curious in his heart, he wanted to go up and ask what was going on, but his intuition told Han Feng that he couldn't come forward to disturb this old guy, and the time was spent in this strange atmosphere, and finally when there was less than half an hour before the arena was about to open, Yao Chen mixed dozens of bottles of potions together, and a thick magic wave rose from the crucible, and the entire potion workshop began to shake violently from the impact of huge energy.

A relieved smile appeared on Yaochen's tired and pale face, and he casually took out a potion bottle and took out the potion in the crucible, handed it to Han Feng, and fell asleep on the kennel-like bed next to him in his surprised eyes.

"Looks like this old guy has been tired for a month, right?" Han Feng pursed his lips and began to carefully examine the bottle of purple potion, the playful smile on his face gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a face full of shock...