Even if the god-level formation mage of the Naga Sea Clan was wonderful, no matter how clever she was, she didn't expect that the remnants of the Elf Clan, who had been captured by herself and had no morale, would still be able to give her a counterattack. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the few minutes when the god-level array mage was surprised, more than 20,000 remnants of the elf clan who were injured and could not live long, without being inspired by anyone, spontaneously began to fight back against the Naga Sea clan guards who were escorting them behind them.

After killing thousands of guards, only the remnants of the elven tribe in their early 10,000s were left, and they rushed into the Naga Sea clan's military formation.

However, at this time, the Naga Sea Clan Legion has not yet been blessed by the wonderful god-level formation, that is to say, at this time, they only have the usual strength.

As a result, under the desperate impact of more than 10,000 remnants of the elven clan armed with melee weapons, the military formation of the Naga Sea tribe was completely chaotic, and the soldiers of the Naga Sea tribe who were killed by the remnants of the elves, mistakenly killed by their own people, and trampled to death by their mounts were countless and suffered heavy casualties.

Seeing that the remnants of the elven clan are likely to fight their way out and escape to heaven.

At this moment, the god-level formation mage Miao, who had been in a panic for a few minutes, finally came back to her senses and released her various formations, and after an instant, the Naga Sea Clan warriors, who were originally demoralized and somewhat fell behind, immediately changed into a person like a chicken blood.

Whether it is attack power, defense power, or even spirit spirit, after being blessed by the formation, the warriors of the Naga Sea Clan are at least two or three times stronger than just now, and they have killed less than 10,000 remnants of the Elf Clan, and they are defeated and retreated, and the corpses are all over the field.

In the end, after hacking to death the last remnant of the elven clan, the god-level array mage Miao Cai put away the magic circle he had released.

Originally, when those elven captives began to break out bloody counterattacks, Arnold, who was in the defensive circle, was also ready to lead the soldiers of the Silas Legion to go out and cooperate, and the inside and outside should be united, but he was stopped by the short-sighted and timid Silas, and wasted a good opportunity to inflict heavy damage on the enemy, and the angry Arnold jumped to his feet.

However, after all, this unit is called the Silas Legion, and the leader is General Silas, so no matter how angry Arnold is and how helpless he is, he can only face the status quo that his compatriots are fighting their last breath outside, and he is powerless!

At this time, the situation once again changed to a state of confrontation between the two armies, but the Silas Legion in the encirclement recovered a little morale, and the Naga Sea Clan's forces, which were originally in high morale, were seriously defeated in terms of strength and morale.

After cleaning up the corpses of the more than 20,000 rebel elven captives, cutting off their heads, and building two head pyramids again, the Naga Sea Clan Legion directly collected its troops, and the god-level array mage Miao also saw that at this time, on his side, he no longer had the morale to take down the enemy's defensive circle in one fell swoop.

At this moment, all the Naga Sea generals were gathered in Miao's tent, Miao sat on a carved crystal chair at the top, and the generals sat cross-legged on the velvet carpet opposite Miao.

"How many people have we lost?" Miao, who was masked with a purple scarf, looked at a burly general and asked him, "I want to hear the details!"

"Lord Hui, we have lost 31,674 men, and we have also lost 15,000 Seahorse Beast mounts, including more than 2,000 wounded, those people have lost their combat effectiveness and cannot participate in the battle!" the burly general sighed bitterly.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault this time, it has nothing to do with everyone, when I go back, I will personally go to the big chief to apologize. Miao twisted her eyebrows, which were as charming as distant mountains, stood up, bowed to the generals below, and apologized.

"Don't blame yourself......"

"It's not your fault, it's ours ......"

"It's all our fault, we can't let you carry it alone......"

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Seeing the noble Miao-sama make such a gesture, the generals got up one after another, praising Miao, and saluting Miao.

Although these dozen or so generals of the Naga Sea tribe showed a posture of being willing to advance and retreat with Miao, but, secretly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and a hint of relief flashed in their eyes, and their common idea was: Since this old witch is willing to take responsibility, then, leave the black cauldron to her, it's okay to do it.

Miao, who knew all the generals' psychological activities well, couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and after sitting back in his seat, and waiting for the generals to sit down, the god-level array mage Miao ordered: "Today is no longer suitable for continuing to attack the enemy's defensive circle, let's talk about it tomorrow, although we have lost a lot of people, but our strength is still more than a hundred times that of the enemy, the enemy's morale has been dispersed, tomorrow morning we will take them down!"

"Yes......" The generals responded in unison, and made a look of allegiance.

Although the attitude of the generals seems to be very supportive, but they do not think so in their hearts, most of the Naga Hai generals are thinking: I will go! I will fight again! The sudden defection of the enemy's 20,000 captives will kill 30,000 of us, if we attack the 30,000 trapped beasts in the encirclement tomorrow, I don't know how many more people will die, no matter what, Lao Tzu will definitely be more leisurely tomorrow, Lao Tzu is here to make a fortune, not to die.

Just when Miao and the generals were discussing how to deal with the Silas Legion tomorrow, the generals blamed each other, and Miao's mood became more and more irritable, the mermaid commander Kita, with about 300 remnants of the soldiers, carried the kobold female commander Lingqin, and fled to the gate of the Naga Sea camp.

They were greeted not with warm hospitality and comfort, but with indifferent eyes, and they were blocked at the door of the camp.

"We're all like this, and you're not going to let us in, are you?" said Kitra in a cold voice to the camp guard.

"I've sent someone to inform our chief, just wait, and in a moment, when I get the order, I'll let you and your men in!" the camp guard replied to Kitra indifferently.

"We need treatment urgently, don't you see!" said Kitra in a menacing voice.

"I see, but, you have to consider our helplessness!" the camp guard waved his hand indifferently into the distance, and a group of pikemen of about 500 people who were returning to the camp directly surrounded him.

In the eyes of the camp guards, the reason why Kitra dared to fight with him was because it had a large number of people, 300 people, and he only had 30 people here, so after recruiting 500 people, the attitude of the camp guards became even more arrogant.

After glancing at the camp guards who were obviously arrogant, and then at the remnants of the defeated soldiers around him, Kitra sighed helplessly and said nothing.

After directing his men to sit on the spot, Kitra lowered his eyes and rested, and in his dreams, all the events that had happened over the years came to his mind...... (To be continued.) )