"Pass me on the order to divide the troops to defend, and then go and tell the slave owners in the city that if the city is broken, I Hato will not survive, and they will also die!"

Harto gritted his teeth, his smoky face was full of helplessness, how could he do if there were many people bullying people.

Going out of the city to fight in the field is even more looking for death, and one of the enemy's cavalry is wandering under the city.

The casualties of the private soldiers were not small, and the only hope now was the slave owners in the city, in addition to the original slave owners in the city, plus the slave owners who fled into the city, the number was hundreds.

Without exception, these slave owners are all cultivators, and most of them are warlocks, after all, the slave owners are pampered, all of them are lazy and fat, and the military generals will definitely not be able to be, and only the warlocks of the law system can choose.

Although they are all warlocks who have taken drugs, there are enough of them, and they are just as powerful.

"Boom, boom!" The Fire Raven Army killed the slave owner and liberated the slaves, and they had long been the sworn enemies of the slave owners, and at the moment of life and death, the slave owners in the city of Langya King finally moved.

Although not all, there are only more than a hundred people, but the cultivation of these slave master warlocks is generally not low, they are all around the third order, after all, they are kryptonite players!

"Boom, boom, boom," hail, wind, falling rocks, ground thorns, all kinds of strange spells suddenly fell, the originally good situation was reversed in an instant, and the soldiers besieging the city suffered heavy losses.

Li Erkui had just rushed to the city again, and he was stunned for a while, surrounded by black fog, lost his sense of direction, and ran in the wrong direction.

"Not good!"

Li Wenhao saw it really under the city, urged the scale horses, and rushed forward with dozens of personal soldiers.

"Bird kill!"

The spear in his hand was waved, and before the people reached the city, they overturned the three slave masters and warlocks.

"He's Li Wenhao, kill him!"

Hato was overjoyed when he saw Li Wenhao, and rushed up with a wave of his hand and a dozen generals.

"Winding, Ice Spike!"

The slave master warlock was protected by the soldiers, and he no longer killed the soldiers who were besieging the city, and all threw spells at Li Wenhao.

"Spiritual power armor, a hundred birds to kill!"

Li Wenhao's whole body was shining, and he was under various attacks, which was another big move, but he killed a lot of soldiers, and only two enemy generals were killed.

These generals of the Langya Army are all old fritters on the battlefield, slippery, they take turns to release their combat skills, and they run backwards after they are released, and it is impossible to want a pot of ends.

"General, leave me alone!"

Li Erkui's body was entangled by several spells, he was covered in blood, and he was exhausted until now, and when he saw Li Wenhao being surrounded, his eyes turned red with anxiety, and he yelled like crazy.

"Puff puff,"

Li Wenhao wanted to shout, his throat was sweet, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, even if he was a quasi-fifth-order, with spiritual power armor to protect himself, and seven or eight attacks in his body, he couldn't bear it.

"Are you really going to return?"

Li Wenhao endured the sharp pain in his back, and looked at Li Erkui not far away, his teeth were about to crack, just more than 20 meters, but it was like a moat.

Even if he can rush over now, he is not sure that he will rush out again with Li Wenkui.

Even the Langya people understood the situation at the scene, and were not in a hurry to kill Li Erkui, waiting for him to rush in to save people.

"General, you retreat!"

At the critical moment, dozens of pro-soldiers went up to the city wall, condensed their spiritual power one by one, rushed forward, and blocked the attack with their bodies.

"Don't panic, three times will kill, the first type of shattered!"

Li Wenhao got time to breathe, tried to calm himself down, and with a flash of inspiration in his head, he remembered the three-in-a-row nirvana that was not very proficient, of which the second type of chasing gods could teleport at short distances!

"Puff," the two Langya generals who stopped in front of him were blasted by the first type of shattered body, killing a bloody path, and Li Wenhao rushed to Li Erkui.

"Surround them, surround them!"

Hato, who was in the distance, saw Li Wenhao entering the pit, danced excitedly, and personally rushed over with his men to block the exit.

"General, you shouldn't save me!" Li Erkui cried, who said that men don't shed tears, but it's not time to be sad.

"What nonsense, follow me!"

Li Wenhao put Li Erkui on his back, turned his head, locked his eyes on Hato, who was standing on the outermost periphery, and showed a fierce light: "Three consecutive kills, the second type of chasing gods!"

"Hmph," a light and shadow flashed, and Li Wenhao and Li Erkui disappeared without a trace, and several spells and combat skills blasted over, making a big hole.

"Where's the people?" Hato had just shouted, and his eyes went black, and a pair of fire-breathing eyes appeared in front of him.

"Three consecutive kills, the third type of soul breaking!"

"Bang, save me!" Harto was so frightened that his body exploded, and at the critical moment, he pulled a general in front of him.

"Bang," the general fell to the ground, instantly brain dead, and Harto was swept across the chest by the spear, and the spirit armor shattered, bursting out with a bloody flower.

Fortunately, he was a fourth-order, and the spiritual power armor blocked most of the attacks for him, otherwise he would have been cold this time.

"General!" two or three Langya generals pounced on and hurriedly rescued Harto.

Li Wenhao took advantage of this opportunity to jump off the city wall with Li Erkui, who was already unconscious, on his back, and on the way down, a large bag of explosives appeared in his hand and threw it on the city.

At the head of the city, dozens of personal soldiers who came with him have all died.

"Boom!"

The ground shook and the mountains shook, and the city exploded into a gap, and it became white ground within more than ten meters, clean and clean!

"Ding, kill four second-order warlocks, get 1,200 Qi and Blood Pills, 120 Broken Rank Pills, and four barrels of kerosene"

"Ding, kill five first-order generals, get five hundred Qi and Blood Pills, fifty Broken Order Pills, and five cigarettes. ”

"Ding, kill fifteen soldiers, get one hundred and fifty Qi and Blood Pills, one thousand five hundred Marching Pills, and a box of milk powder. ”

.............

This time, hundreds of people were killed, but Li Wenhao's heart was hurting, and he lost a lot!

The personal soldiers around him were all good at one in a hundred, they were literate and literate, and they put a lot of effort into training, and more than 30 died at once.

The war was so cruel, the killing continued, the 30,000 infantry had already killed and wounded more than 5,000 people, and it was the first time that the Fire Raven Army had killed and wounded so many people.

The effect is also obvious, the defense force on the head of the city is also a lot weaker, and it is estimated that the number of deaths of the Langya army will not be less.

Especially after the tempering of the battlefield, the slave recruits lost the panic at the beginning, became calm and efficient.

The sky gradually darkened, the two sides lit the torch battle, due to the influence of darkness, looking down from the city, the place with the fire is OK, where there is no fire, the black pressure is not real.

The Fire Raven Army looked up under the city, but saw it clearly, this world is generally strong because of the influence of spiritual power, but there is no night blindness.

Li Wenhao suddenly found that the night seemed to be more favorable to him: "It's almost time, transfer the death camp up!"

Under the cover of night, the soldiers of the 5,000-year-old death battalion slowly approached, and they did not go to the west gate or the east gate, but came to the south gate, which had been burned by the fire.