Bode looked at the criss-crossing dark passages, helpless. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info: These Silai pirates who like to sneak up on them run faster than rabbits.

When I first rushed in, I barely saw the backs of a few people fleeing in a hurry, followed by one or two corners, and even the backs disappeared.

In desperation, Bode divided the two thousand elites into ten teams and advanced to each dark passage. With two hundred men, Bode chose a dark passage that seemed to be a little taller.

After walking a short distance, the Turkic warriors complained bitterly one by one, and there were countless traps in the dark passages, such as flaps, traps, golden stones, flying spring arrows, ground thorns, empowerment hammers, and shark mouth knife formations. There were casualties at almost every step of the line.

After walking a few hundred meters of blood road, the dark passage suddenly opened up, and groups of beasts and monsters swarmed over.

At first, it was only low-level demon beasts such as the Wind Wolf and the Ironback Bear, but gradually medium-sized demon beasts such as the Thunder Lion, the Flame Bird, and the Frost Storm Tiger also began to appear in groups.

In the end, the voodoo hydra, the abyss dragon, and the dark gluttony also sprang out. Bode collapsed:

"The secret passage is only three or four meters tall at most, right? How did the hydra dozens of meters tall get in? Not to mention the gluttonous mouth full of sharp teeth is hundreds of meters in size. ”

But Bode had to put up a hard fight. He saw with his own eyes a veteran who shouted "Illusion" was sprayed on his body by the Abyss Demon Dragon's breath, and his whole person instantly turned into a cloud of black ash.

However, under the attack of these top-notch demon beasts that even high-level real people could not deal with, the resistance of the heroic Captain Bode was as weak as that of a weak woman.

The Abyssal Dragon, which was darker than darkness, seemed to have spotted Bode's very cheerful little worm and turned its huge head around.

Bode even saw his own small figure in the dark pupils of the Abyss Demon Dragon's direct access to the Endless Hell. Under the shock of Long Wei, Bode couldn't even move his fingers.

At a glance, the Abyss Demon Dragon seemed to have lost interest in this little guy who had lost the will to resist. Its dragon whiskers swayed, and it took a deep breath, its entire body swelling in a circle. Then it let out a soft breath of ash, with a breath of despair.

Bode felt as if his body had been shattered into particles and burned to ashes in an instant. In the midst of boundless suffering, the famous warrior of the Timurid tribe, Bode, fell.

After the battle, the Silai people found Bode's body in the depths of the tunnels, his body was unscarred and his eyes were wide open, and they were full of terror and despair.

The magic dragon does not exist, and the dragon's breath does not exist, this warrior was just scared to death by the phantom array.

The last scream came from the depths of the earth, and all the 2,000 elites who attacked the dark passage were killed, and the two dark passage gates that were wide open were like two small gates of hell, which made the later Turkic warriors discourage.

At this time, at the head of the concave city wall, the pioneers who stood stupidly were also in danger of annihilation.

The main city wall was twice as high as the concave city wall, and due to the cover of the maze, it was not until the first army climbed the concave city wall that the existence of the main city wall behind it was discovered.

And the Xilai warriors, who had been replaced by a new force, were condescending to launch a fierce attack on the enemy troops on the concave city wall.

Because of the angle, any arrow and ballista stone attack on any Tutu warrior came from at least three directions.

It's like three adults working together to bully a child. The first soldiers wanted to cry without tears, so they could only find a way to go down to the city again, preparing to break through the second trench with dense traps.

But after repeated blows, the Tutu fighters have lost the motivation to attack. They were mentally exhausted, wounded in many places, slow to move, and even slow to raise their shields to block arrows.

Shaman Huhandalla panted and climbed the city walls, and he almost collapsed to the ground in the face of the desperate main wall. In a hopeless moment, Kuhandala suddenly remembered the advice of his teacher, Aratara:

"The glory of the shaman is not by victory, but by the mercy of the immortals, my student, please keep your humility at all times. ”

Suddenly Khuhandalla realized something, and he fell on his knees on the blood-soaked ground, and raised the staff of the beast's head, and sang a lament in a hoarse voice:

"The barren grassland is blown by the yellow wind and sand, and there is no green and wild grass, how do you grow, sheep?"

"I am a lone wolf who has lost his pack, hiding from the bows and arrows of hunters and fierce sheepdogs. ”

"Have mercy on me, Immortal Heaven, I don't need the dignity of the wolf king, nor the hypocritical kindness, my teeth carry their own blood, everything I work hard for, just to survive one more day......"

Khuhanrada's hoarse and desolate singing voice was heard far away in the noisy battlefield, and even Gu Wen in the control room could hear it:

"Fauvist rock singer? Is this going to play against the sky? Unfortunately, this is not a new song of Huaguo. ”

Saying that, Gu Wen moved a red joystick fiercely, feeling despicable and evil.

At this time, the remnants of the vanguard soldiers on the city wall suddenly felt that the physical strength that had been lost slowly returned to their bodies. Their curves are no longer heavy, their wooden shields are no longer heavy.

"Look! The great shaman is glowing, a miracle! This is a miracle! Immortal God has blessed you!" the warriors became feverish, feeling full of fighting spirit.

Sure enough, Kuhanrada felt the existence of the Immortal Heaven at this moment, and the distant divine power came from the underworld, and then continued to radiate to the surroundings through his singing.

"The Immortal Heaven is guiding us to victory!" said Kuhanrada with emotion, he had finally become a true shaman.

But at this moment, a row of flaps on the main city wall was suddenly revealed, revealing Gu Wen's hidden killer feature - a whole row of "rune rocket nests".

Of course, this is Gu Wen bragging, the Rune Rocket Nest is actually an enhanced repeating ballista. Gu Wen improved the shooting principle of the ballista, and through the leaf spring button, plus low-level runes such as speed and armor piercing, he made a super ballista that could fire twenty siege crossbows at the same time.

Because the process is complex, it must be done by yourself, after a period of accumulation. Gu Wen only built sixteen rocket nests without rockets.

When the leaf springs made a sonorous sound and fired more than 300 three-meter-long siege crossbows at the head of the concave city wall, the Xiandeng army let out a desperate roar.

Dozens of Tutu warriors held high wooden shields and built a great wall of flesh and blood in front of Khuhanrada with their bodies, vowing to defend the only great shaman lost by the Timurid tribe.

But these valiant warriors did not succeed, like a vain attempt to stop the flood that burst the levee with a human wall.

The power of the siege crossbow is amazing, and one can penetrate four or five warriors with a shield. In an instant, blood burst and the human body flew upside down.

Khuhanrada was swept away in an instant, and then three large siege crossbows pierced his chest and lower abdomen, nailing the shaman to the wall.

This is the only weapon so far capable of penetrating a steeled stone slab.

Khuhanrada's voice suddenly became mute. Body temperature and strength flew away with the surging blood. Kuhanrada laughed miserably, feeling the last call of the Immortal Heaven.

He stretched out his withered hand like a chicken's claw to the sky, and with the last of his strength he cried out, "Mercy!"

The great shaman of the Timurid tribe of the Tutu tribe, Khuhanrada, died.

With the death of the divine shaman, the Tutus collapsed. They abandoned the positions they had taken and began to run frantically.

However, Gu Wen and the pirate warriors of the Xilai tribe did not show mercy to the Tutu.

The talisman arrays that were ambushed everywhere and the fire oil canisters erupted one after another, dividing the Tuji rout into several sections. In the midst of the fire and thunder, the Tutus fell in large swaths.

The Great Commander of the Xilai Clan, Yong Tianxie, also personally led all the reserves and began to chase and kill.

Even at this moment, the Retort Celestial Association still remained calm, he rejected the clamor of the soldiers rushing into hand-to-hand combat, and still focused on medium and long-range sniping.

In the case of a total rout of the Tutus, there was no one to return fire with bows and arrows. The Xilai warriors who pursued and killed from a safe distance maintained a surprising battle loss ratio.

In the end, less than 50,000 Tutus were left who escaped from the attack range of the fortress. The Great Shaman was killed in battle, Bode and six other captains were killed in battle, and the little Khan Turil was seriously wounded.

The remnants of the Tu Turk army quickly retreated to the old camp, hoping to keep what little territory they had left.

The Xilai warriors of Pubei Port won a brilliant victory. They exchanged less than 3,000 dead and wounded for the death of 90,000 Tutu.

There were no prisoners. The Silai have no mercy for the cannibalistic Tutu. (To be continued.) )