Chapter Eighty-One: The Head of the General in the Gathering of Troops
"Vertical Zi'an dares to be the king!"
Ye Qingyang was furious, more precisely, he was annoyed and angry, his strategy was countered by the army, but instead of disintegrating the fighting spirit of the flail army, it made Dijiang unite the army's heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
"The Brown family is the supreme royal family of my Elemental Empire, and the majesty of the royal family cannot be desecrated!" Ye Qingyang took out the fiery red glazed long sword on his waist, pointed at the camp of the Flail Army, and shouted, "Heavenly Sword Army!" The generals in the Heavenly Sword Army's military formation immediately reacted and led the sergeants to shout: "The sword of the royal family!" ”
"Where the sword goes!"
"My enemy!"
"Offend my royal family!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”
Ye Qingyang is a mature general! Xiang Yang secretly commented that he couldn't lose his momentum if he lost anything, and with such an interaction, at least the morale of the two parties was equal. What makes Xiang Yang feel speechless the most is the name of the Elemental Empire, it's really called the Elemental Empire, how lazy the system should be, take this kind of uncreative name!
"Ye Qingyang, are you calling me out just to force me to be the king? I think your esteemed Majesty Lydon must have a wonderful face when he knows about this! Di Jiang began to taunt Ye Qingyang.
"Cousin, you still don't know me well enough! From childhood to adulthood, what did I do that I didn't prepare with both hands? Ye Qingyang's voice was still so polite, "When I was plotting to destroy your emperor's family, I was still as good to you as ever, just to leave a way back for myself." Summoned you out today, so is naturally the case, Dijiang, do you still remember Xiute? ”
"Shut T? That house slave of yours? ”
Ye Qingyang's voice instantly became high-pitched and crazy: "That's right, I will be a general, and taking the head of the enemy in the army is like probing for something." Today, you will leave me here forever! ”
As soon as the words fell, on the back of an elementalized flying creature behind Ye Qingyang, a metal warrior turned into a streamer, like a meteor crossing the sky, shooting directly at the Dijiang River on the camp tower. Hurry, it's so fast! On the battlefield where tens of thousands of troops were lined up to charge and retreat, there were actually elemental warriors who could fly across the entire battlefield from the middle of the battlefield at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye. If memory serves, that warrior was a metal warrior!
Where Xiang Yang stood, all he could see was a streamer of light passing by, and then there was chaos on the barracks of the Flaile Army. What frightened Xiang Yang was that from such a distance, he could clearly see a blood waterfall burst out from the camp tower. Is that Xiut really that strong? That Di Jiang, just died?
Everyone present, both the players and the NPCs, waited with bated breath, all eyes fixed on the shattered barracks. For a while, for a while, and for a while, there was not the slightest movement, Xiang Yang was confirmed, and Dijiang was not dead!
Sure enough, from the breach of the barracks, a blood-stained figure poked out, he raised a head in his hand, and shouted: "Cousin Qingyang, come up and give me such a big gift, it's too grand!" Your love will, I still can't stand it, pay you back! After saying that, he threw it with all his might, but he didn't fly far away, and he fell in front of the camp gate, rolling, and standing still.
He didn't know where the other players were, but Xiang Yang clearly felt it, and countless hot eyes stared at the tumbling head. The flail army used to taunt the Heavenly Sword Army will not deal with it, and the Heavenly Sword Army will definitely not accept this humiliation. The ultimate owner of this head can only be the vast group of players.
"Impossible! How could a garbage gas warrior like you withstand the thunderous blow of Xiute! Xiute, this waste, didn't he say that no matter how bad it was, he could launch an ion rampage and self-detonate? Ye Qingyang couldn't maintain his demeanor anymore, and scolded, "Father is right, you can't have too much hope for the so-called chess pieces!" Garbage is garbage! ”
"Ye Qingyang, you can't help but underestimate my flail army! You have Admiral Shut, how can I have no one in my flail army? Di Jiang said in a lazy tone, "Our Flail Army is composed of criminals and villains who are imprisoned in the dark and dark Broken Mountain, and you think that they are stubborn and difficult to domesticate. We are really rubbish to you! But this is how we will defeat you on this battlefield! ”
"Dijiang!" Ye Qingyang said with some anger, "Don't think that if you kill a Xiute, you will see the dawn of victory. You are so strong, why did you suffer the great defeat a month ago, why did you see my flying troops retreat in a hurry, why did you retreat into the camp without shame? In a few days, the Empire's reinforcements will arrive, so enjoy the last days of your lives! The whole army is back to camp! With an order, the white smoke cleared, and the Heavenly Sword Army began to slowly return to the camp.
On the hill, the little junior sister stretched her waist and snorted: "Wow, it seems that I watched a blockbuster, it's more than addictive!" Xiang Yang was more interested in another thing: "Junyi, do you know that NPC called Dijiang?" Why are you so sure that Ye Qingyang's anti-intermittent plan will not succeed? It can't be some kind of intuition! "Dijiang, of course we know each other!" It was the little junior sister who answered Xiangyang, and she said, "It seems that the NPC named Yang Wen mentioned it!" ”
Xiang Yang groaned: "Just mentioning? Junyi, are you sure that Ye Qingyang will not succeed, or do you rely on intuition? "Just mentioning it, that's enough!" Junyi recalled, "At the last moment of your life, when your soul returns to the sky, whose song and whose poem are you willing to send you to the other side?" The most solemn ceremony before the death of every flail sergeant is to sing a song of Dijiang's "Lamentation", this kind of trust has touched the deepest part of the soul, how can it be shaken in a few words? ”
Sighing lightly, Junyi said extraordinarily: "If possible, I really want to understand, what happened to them in the dark flail mountain in the mouth of the Dijiang River?" He is a down-and-out nobleman, how did he make a group of villains surrender? ”
Junyi was extraordinarily emotional, but Xiang Yang asked abruptly: "Junyi, have you buried Yang Wen's head that you buried?" "Well, what's wrong?" Xiang Yang ignored Junyi Feifei, and asked again: "Little junior sister, let you help us remove the blood stains on our bodies, are you sure you have cleaned them up?" "Yes, uncle, What.happened?"
"In that case, it's not a big deal!" Xiang Yang waved his hand at the npcs that were gradually gathering at the foot of the hill, and said with a smile, "I just want to say that we are surrounded by the Flail Army!" ”
(The fourth update of the weekend, anyway, I wrote the previous chapter well!) Originally, I was going to take the name of the chapter, and I would be the king, but I was afraid of spoilers, so I would take the rebel Emperor Jiang. The description of the scene at the beginning, as well as the dialogue at the end, I am very satisfied! )