This is the most dangerous part of Mu Qingyang's plan. Mu Qingyang www.biquge.info, who is very confident in this part, even described the actual situation as if there would be no problems. But Buzz felt that the impending catastrophe was hovering around him. With his hands clasped behind his back, he tried to appear that everything was under control, so that Balzac would not act against his unusual tactics.

As Denton was distracted, Buzz quietly pulled the ruby pendant out of his vest. It glistened on his chest as he walked up and down, using the table as his own stage.

"What do you know that you can laugh at Mu Qingyang like this?" He questioned the others, especially Zandon. "Can any of you name the person he hurts? No way! You have punished him for the sins of his people, but none of you have ever thought that the reason why Mu Qingyang ran among us was because he was an outsider? ”

The silence in the council chamber led Bass to believe that if he had not moved the men, he was dismissed as nonsense. In any case, he would not be arrogant or stupid enough to think that his little speech would do his job. He walked over to face Zandon.

This time he looked down, but the spokesperson for Dongling Town seemed to be on the verge of bursting into laughter. Bass had to move quickly. He bent down slightly, raised his hand to his cheek, and pretended to scratch it, but in fact wanted to make the pendant spin and tap it with his arm as it swung past. Then he patiently remained silent for a moment, counting as Mu Qingyang commanded.

Ten seconds passed, and Zandon's eyes didn't blink.

Mu Qingyang once said that this was enough, but Buzz was surprised on the one hand, and worried about whether this would complete the task, so he waited another ten seconds before daring to test Mu Qingyang's confidence.

"You must be able to understand that it is wise to precaution against this attack in advance," Bass calmly advised. Then he added in a whisper that only Zandon could hear: "These people look to you for your guidance, great Zandon. Military alliances will only increase your status and influence. ”

The results are astonishing.

"Maybe the gnome's words contain more than we believed at first." Zandon said mechanically, his gaze never off the ruby.

Buzz froze for a moment, then straightened up and hid the gem behind his waistcoat. Zandong shook his head, as if clearing a confused dream from his head, and rubbed his dry eyes.

The spokesman of Dongling Town couldn't seem to recall the last moments, but the gnome's suggestion was already ingrained in his mind. Zandong himself was surprised to see that his attitude had changed.

"We should listen to Bass," he declared loudly. "Because forming such an alliance doesn't make things worse, but the consequences of doing nothing can be really serious!"

Jajes seized the opportunity and jumped up from his chair.

"The Zandong spokesman spoke wisely," he said.

"Count us in Redstone as the army that will repel the enemy!" The rest of the speakers were all behind Zandong as Mu Qingyang expected, and Tutu made a more exaggerated show of loyalty than Brandt.

When Buzz left Parliament later that day, he was quite proud, and his hope for the city of chaos to survive returned. But the gnome finds his mind full of thoughts about the power of the gems he has discovered. He wanted to find the least likely way to fail, and to turn this newfound power that could persuade others to cooperate into profit and pleasure.

"What an amazing experience!"

He told himself this as he walked out of the gate of the main city of chaos, and then walked to the place where he had made an appointment with Mu Qingyang and Red Whiskers.

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They set out at dawn and rushed across the tundra like a whirlwind of rage. Animals, monsters, and even ferocious snow apes fled in fear in front of them. The frozen earth cracked under their heavy footsteps, and the endless whispers of the tundra wind were masked by the power of their song of the god of war. They marched into the night, and set out again before the first rays of dawn fell, more than two thousand barbarian warriors thirsting for blood and victory.

Mu Qingyang sat halfway up the mountainside to the north of the Heavenly Tower, his cloak tightly wrapped under the cold wind that whistled through the rocks.

Mu Qingyang stayed here every night after the meeting in the chaotic main city, his red eyes constantly scanning the dark plains, looking for the first signs of an impending storm.

Because Mu Qingyang asked, Red Whisker arranged for Buzz to be by his side.

The wind caught the dwarf like an invisible animal, and he squeezed himself between two large rocks to further protect himself from the unwelcome cold wind.

If there was another option, Buzz might huddle in his soft, warm bed in Three Lakes and listen to the sound of branches swaying outside the walls of his warm house. But he understood that as a spokesman, everyone expected him to carry out the actions he had recommended in Parliament.

To the other speakers and Redbeard, who was attending the strategy meeting on behalf of the dwarves, they soon discovered that the gnomes were of little use in organizing armies or making battle plans, so when Mu Qingyang told Redbeard that he needed a messenger to keep watch with him, the dwarves immediately asked Buzz to volunteer.

Now the gnomes are really miserable.

His feet and fingers were numb from the cold, and his back ached from leaning against the hard stone. It was the third night he had spent outside, and Buzz was constantly complaining, which added to the discomfort of his occasional sneezing. However, Mu Qingyang sat motionless under such conditions, and he would not take into account the pressure he was under in order to complete his responsibilities.

"How many nights do we have to wait?" Bas let out a mournful sigh.

"I'm sure one morning, maybe tomorrow, they'll find us frozen to death on this mountain!"

"Don't be afraid, little friend," Mu Qingyang replied with a smile. "These winds tell us it's winter. The barbarians will soon arrive, determined to defeat Hatsuyuki. ”

Just as he was speaking, Mu Qingyang caught a glimpse of a flash of fire out of the corner of his eye. He abruptly stood up from his crouching position, startling the gnome, and then turned in the direction of the firelight. His muscles tightened as he watched the reflex of alertness, his eyes struggling to find a sure sign.

"What..."Buzz began, but Mu Qingyang asked him to be quiet with his outstretched palm.

A second flash of fire flickered at the edge of the horizon. "Your wish has come true," Mu Qingyang said with certainty.

"Are they there?" Buzz whispered. His night vision could not be compared to Mu Qingyang.

Mu Qingyang stood quietly and concentrated for a while, trying to estimate the distance of the campfire and calculate the time it would take for the barbarians to reach their destination.

"Go to Redbeard and Balzac, little friend," he said at last.

"Tell them that the enemy will arrive at the Briemon Trail tomorrow at midday."

"Come with me," Bass said. "You have such an urgent military situation, they will definitely not rush you."

"I have something more important to do now," Mu Qingyang replied. "Go now! Tell Redbeard, only Redbeard, and I'll be waiting for him at the first dawn tomorrow on the Blimen Trail. At the same time, Mu Qingyang rushed into the darkness.

He has a long way to go.

"Where are you going?" Buzz shouted behind him.

"Go to the other side of the horizon!" Such a cry was heard in the dark night.

And then all that was left was the whisper of the cold wind......

The barbarians had just set up camp when Mu Qingyang arrived on the outskirts of the camp.

These invaders are so close to the City of Chaos that they are heavily guarded; The first thing Mu Qingyang noticed was that they sent a lot of people to keep vigil.

But even though they were alert, the campfire was deliberately small, and it was night, which belonged to Mu Qingyang's time.

Even the usually powerful guards can't win against the Demon Boy, who can cast a spell to create a cloud of darkness that even the sharpest eyes can't see, and carry this darkness with him like a real cloak.

He was as invisible as a shadow in the dark, his steps were as silent as a cat tiptoeing, and Mu Qingyang passed through many guards in this way and entered the center of the camp.

Just an hour ago, the barbarians were singing and chatting about the battle that was coming tomorrow. Although adrenaline and bloodthirsty desire flowed through their veins, they could not relieve the fatigue of their forced march.

Most of them slept peacefully, and their heavy and regular breathing reassured Mu Qingyang, who was looking for their leaders who were discussing battle plans.

In the camp, several tents were gathered. However, only one of them had guards outside the entrance.

The curtain at the door was covered, but Mu Qingyang could see the candlelight shining through, and he could also hear the rough voice, often raising up in anger. Mu Qingyang went around to the back.

Fortunately, no warriors were allowed to sleep behind that tent, so Mu Qingyang was far away from the other tents.

Then he drew his thin dagger, stabbed a small hole in the deerskin tent, and peeked inside. There were eight people inside, six were barbarian chieftains, one was a wolf demon, and one was a short black-haired man, and Mu Qingyang knew that he couldn't be from the north.

The chiefs sat in a semicircle around the southerner on the ground and asked him about the terrain and the strength of the enemy that he would encounter the next day.

"We're going to destroy that town in the forest first," insisted the biggest man in the tent, perhaps the biggest man Mu Qingyang had ever seen, with intricate symbols.

"Then we'll follow your plan and go to the place called the main city of Chaos!"

The short man looked very panicked and angry, but Mu Qingyang could see that his fear of the giant barbarian had softened his reaction.

"Great King," he replied tentatively, "if the fishing fleet finds out something is wrong before we reach the main city of Chaos, then we will find an army more numerous than we are waiting for us within the walls of that city!" ”

"Those are nothing but weak southerners!" Wolf Demon Cage roared, puffing out his thick chest proudly.

"Great King, I assure you that my plan will satisfy your desire for the blood of the Southerners," said the brunette.

"Then say it, Feather. Prove your worth to my people. ”

Mu Qingyang could see that the last sentence made the man called Yu Tu nervous, because the Barbarian King's inquiring tone clearly showed his contempt for the Shura people. Mu Qingyang knew what the barbarians generally thought of people from the outside world, so he knew that any slight mistake in this battle would kill this short man. Feather stooped down and picked up a parchment roll from her feet. He opened it and handed it to the king of barbarians. It was a rudimentary map, with only a few rough lines, and the lines on it were even more blurred because the southerners' hands trembled slightly, but Mu Qingyang could clearly see that many of the marks on it represented the location of the Chaos City in a vast desert wasteland.

"To the west of the Celestial Tower," Yu explained, his finger walking along the western shore of the largest lake on the map, "there is a slender trail sandwiched between a mountain and a glacial lake. I believe that from our location, this is the most direct path to the main city of Chaos. ”

"In a town on the shore of the lake," the barbarian king reasoned. "We are the first to destroy!" That's the Westridge League. Yu Tu replied. All of its people were fishermen, and they would be on the lake when we passed. You don't have much fun here. ”

"We won't have a living enemy behind our backs!" Cage yelled, and several of the other leaders shouted in agreement.

"No, of course not," Yu said. "But when the boat goes out fishing, it doesn't take that many people to defeat the Westridge Alliance. Have people surround that village while the others follow you and the Barbarian King into the main city of Chaos. The flames of burning towns will bring fleets and even ships from other towns in the Frozen Lake ashore in the Westridge Alliance, and we'll kill them all on the docks. It's important that we cut them off from the Dongling Town Fortress. In this way, the main city of Chaos will not be able to get support from other lakes in time, and will have to fight you alone. The troops will surround the hill where the city is located, blocking any escape routes or emergency reinforcements. ”

"This city will fall before sunset!" Yu Tu proudly declared. "Your people will enjoy the best loot in all of the City of Chaos!"

The seated chieftains cheered at the victory proclaimed by Yudi. Mu Qingyang leaned his back against the tent and thought about what he had heard.

This black-haired man named Feather is well aware of the affairs of the City of Chaos, and understands their strengths and weaknesses. If the main city of Chaos is captured, there will be no more organized resistance. In fact, once they have mastered this impregnable city, the barbarians can slowly attack all the other villages and towns as they please.

"You've shown me your value again," Mu Qingyang heard Cage say to the southerners, and the conversation that followed also let Mu Qingyang know that this was the plan they finally accepted.

Then Mu Qingyang focused his keen sense on the surrounding camps, trying to find the best way to escape. He suddenly noticed that the two guards were talking as they walked. Although they were so far away that the human eye would only think of them as shadows by the tent, he knew that if he moved, they would notice.

The two guards cautiously arrived, trying to see what the dark shadow was beside the chief's tent. Suddenly, the shadow leaped towards them, over the top of their drawn weapon. Vainly, waving their swords, the two guards ran behind, screaming warning to the rest of the battalion.

In this distracted surprise, Mu Qingyang quietly sneaked in another direction. He heard the barbarian shout of warning as the peachwood golem rushed through the tent of the sleeping warrior. He couldn't help but laugh as the puppet made his way through a large crowd. Seeing a puppet with graceful and swift movements, like a feline god, the people of the barbarian tribe not only did not chase it, but also shouted loudly and made a riot. The puppet looked like a monstrous monster, and the barbarians were frightened by that.

Mu Qingyang escaped from the camp without any trouble, because all the sentries ran in the direction where the commotion was taking place.

When Mu Qingyang ran into the darkness of the open tundra, he turned to the Heavenly Tower in the south and accelerated through the lonely plain, fully focused on completing the final critical part of the defensive countermeasures. His instincts told him that time was running out until dawn, and he knew that his meeting with Redbeard could not be delayed if he was to be fully prepared for a sneak attack.

The surprised noise of those barbarians quickly subsided, and after a few minutes, the puppet figure easily followed and ran to Mu Qingyang's side.

"You're really useful," Mu Qingyang patted it on the shoulder and said, "It's very reliable when it's critical!"

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"They've been arguing with each other for two days," Redbeard said annoyedly, "and it's a good thing that the enemy is finally approaching!"

"We'd better call the arrival of the barbarians differently." Mu Qingyang replied, but a smile also appeared on his face with a resolute expression. He knew that his plan was complete, and that the battle for the day would be in charge of the people of the City of Chaos.

"Now go set a trap, you don't have much time. As soon as the gluttonous ghost told us your information, we began to carry the women and children to the ship. Redbeard explained.

"We're going to get those pests out of your borders before the day is over!" The dwarf strode into a battle posture and slashed his axe against his shield to emphasize his words.

"You have a good eye for war, Darling. Your plan will surprise the barbarians, and it will divide the glory evenly among those who need it!"

"Even Zandong in Dongling Town will be happy." Mu Qingyang agreed.

Redbeard patted his friend's arm, then turned away.

"Will you fight with me, then?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"It should be." Mu Qingyang assured him.

The red whiskers were already too far away, so Mu Qingyang couldn't hear what he was reading, but Mu Qingyang knew the dwarves too well and could guess what his muttering probably meant. He could understand how Redbeard and many others felt uneasy about the incredible magic.

The use of magic is a well-known part of the people of the Abyssal World, and an indispensable fact in their daily lives, but it is relatively rare and unknown among the races on the surface. Dwarves, in particular, can be very uncomfortable with this kind of thing, except for the magical weapons and armor they often make themselves. (To be continued.) )