Jonah, a newly promoted third-level astrologer, had never encountered such an embarrassing situation in his seventeen years of short life, with a crowd of pursuers behind him, and the cold blades of Vedic soldiers standing in front of him, and a narrow drawbridge that staggered only for the two of them to move side by side, and through the gap in the planks could see the deep ravine,—— as if it were leading directly to the bottomless abyss of hell.

"What to do?" he asked quietly.

"I've got a set of rhetoric ready for me to come. With a confident expression on his face, Asai stepped out of the crowd and strode to the other side of the suspension bridge. Noticing the movement of the neighboring country, the Vedic soldiers gathered on the edge of the cliff, and a man who looked like an officer was holding a weapon and sternly reprimanded, "They told us to turn around and go back, and we were not allowed to go any further." Difficult Sanskrit sounded simple and clear to Jonah, and he translated it in time.

Thus you say it to them. First of all...... "The Oriental man raised his finger and began to speak at length. By this time the pursuers behind him had already begun to jump off their mounts and charge towards the drawbridge, "Baron Jonah, please come back with us! There is some misunderstanding that needs to be explained, that's all, please trust me!" shouted a knight with a black cloth head. “...... If you insist on resisting, we will be forced to use force!" he was followed by more and more soldiers, all dressed in the black uniforms of the Guards, armed with scimitars, spears, and bows.

Zuta, who was walking at the end of the procession, stopped, turned and stood still with his hand on the hilt of his sword, his broad shoulders did not move, his long red hair fluttered slightly, and there was no emotion in his gray eyes, but the faint blue flame of light on his wrist exuded an evil cold. The first Tocharian soldier to step onto the drawbridge was so frightened that he sat down and fell to the ground, and the scimitar in his hand slammed into the bridge with a "dang bang", and fell into the abyss with a whirl.

Asai muttered a bunch of diplomatic words, and the astrologer was dizzy and didn't know how to translate for a while, when the "ugly face" Liche walked over, "You guys get out of the way, and ask the Venerable Gao Wusha to talk to them." ”

Jonah slapped his head. If you want to say that you are familiar with the customs and customs of the Vedic country, who can compare to the high monks of the Great Prajna Monastery in the capital of Veda in the past? He pulled the Oriental man to the railing, making way for only one person to barely pass, and the thin and withered gray-robed old monk floated past them like a ghost, and the two men exchanged a look of surprise. There was no smell on His Holiness Gowusha's body. Everyone and even everything should have their own taste, sweat, blood, smoke, wine, fat, copper, steel, coke, but the mysterious old monk is like a stone without taste,—— no, stones should also smell of stones!

Jonah knew nothing about Buddhism or Vedic religion, and didn't know what their practice was, but could it be that the highest level was to turn himself into a strange being who was neither human nor inhuman?

On the opposite cliff were dozens of Vedic soldiers. Most of them are bald, wearing earrings, necklaces, beads, nose rings and other ornaments, and straw sandals under their feet. The officer wore a cloak with blue and gold rimmed, a rather dense black beard, and a long scimitar in his hand.

Venerable Gao Wusha slowly stepped over the plank, without making a trace of footsteps. The moment he appeared in view, the Vedic soldiers all looked a little confused, but after a few seconds, the officer was the first to let out an exclamation and fell to his knees. Behind him, the swordsmen fell like wheat harvesters, kissing the earth with tears in their eyes and calling out with unknown meaning.

"Luckily, they are the ones who are on duty this half month. Richhe sighed softly, "Remember these people, they will be our true friends during this time in the Vedas. ”

"What do you mean by 'they'?" Jonah felt a strange sadness as he looked at the not-so-tall figure of the Venerable Gaowusha.

The ugly face said leisurely: "The name of 'their' is 'Kurigara', an underground rebellion organization named after the Black Dragon King in Buddhist legends, and has been secretly preserving the Buddhist bloodline since Brahma held the kingdom, seeking an opportunity to restore the kingdom. In fact, Zuta was once a member of Kuligara, and since he was absorbed by the Ghost's left hand, he has maintained contact with the rebels, and with his help we have been able to reach these compassionate friends. ”

As they spoke, the group had already walked through the center of the drawbridge, approaching the territory of the Vedic kingdom. "I'm sorry, Baron Jonah, we must carry out the orders of the Governor!" the Tocharian knight finally made up his mind, brandishing his scimitar and giving the order to attack, "Up!". "Boom, boom!" the bowstring beats, and forty mounted archers use the Guards Salvo Regiment's unique double-shot technique to shoot eighty long arrows of the standard, the dense clusters of arrows are not clear against the background of the high wall, but the whole sky flashes with a terrifying cold. At the same time, twelve huge black shadows appeared at the top of the high wall, and a small group of flying cavalry began to accelerate and dive down, and the armed camel eagle shrank its wings at its side and fell like twelve meteorites. Under the cover of the soldiers, several Strangers began to release their abilities, and the power releaser hidden behind the shield infantry sent out a series of air bullets, and the ground in front of the summoner lit up with a black six-pointed star, and the huge stone golem slowly rose. The electric magician's staff flickered with a sizzling arc of electricity, and he quickly drank a vial of the potion, then unfolded a magic scroll and began to chant ancient and mysterious magic runes. More infantry began to pour onto the drawbridge, and the whole bridge began to shake violently.

"Zuta, Za, Starpicker. "Ugly Face" Richer glanced back at the battle situation, the hideous expression on his mask was still the same, and he called out the names of the three warriors, pointing to the front, the ground, and the sky. The Guardians of the Ghost's Left Hand immediately carried out the order, and Jonah opened his mouth wide to witness the very fierce but extremely short battle from beginning to end.

"Nan, Sammandobo, Crane, Saha......" The sonorous Sanskrit words like gold and stone came from the mouth of the ancestral pagoda, and Ying Jialan released the handle of the knife, put his hands together and put his little finger in the palm of his hand, forming a solemn heavenly drum and thunder sound, but what ignited around him was a cold blue flame, "Nine lights...... Dark Treasure Pestle...... Broken!" Zuta's eyes widened with rage, and his hands pushed out the gorgeous treasure tower summoned from the void, and countless cyan tassels burned under the treasure tower, and the black treasure top was painted with blue secret inscriptions. The canopy obscured the sky, and the arrows were incinerated to ash by the cyrule-blue flames before they could reach the entity.

The ordinary-looking Zha ran forward in small steps, and a stray arrow shot at him, Zha did not dodge, his upper body fell as if broken, and in an instant it was divided into two people. As his pace quickened, he began to split again and again, and by the time the two doppelgangers dropped the first soldier off the drawbridge, the number of clones had already outnumbered the Guards infantry who had poured onto the drawbridge. In just an instant, more than a dozen enemies screamed and fell into the abyss, and one hundred and twenty-eight strange figures pounced on the enemy troops on the cliff, these eight generations of doppelgangers could only barely have the shape of a human, and there were no recognizable facial features at all, like a terrifying human form made of noodles. They pick up rocks, draw their swords and attack, and even fall off cliffs with their enemies, merging into one new human form unscathed at each moment of mortal attack. The Tocharian soldiers fell in pieces in terror screams.

The battlefield of the Star Pickers is the sky. He made a casual motion, and then stepped down the invisible staircase into the air. Twelve camel eagles rushed towards them with a strong wind, and even those on the ground could see the sharp reflection of their swords and spears. The Starpicker had reached a height of seventy yards, and with a deft turn he leaped onto another invisible platform to avoid the cavalry captain's charge, and then waved his hands to draw a large outline in the air. No one knew what he was doing, but the second camel eagle slammed into an invisible barrier, and at high speed, it directly slapped the cavalry and cavalry into meat patties, "Smack!" A salute flower of flesh and feathers bloomed in the sky. With no one to see his attack, no one to know where he was going to dodge, the Star Picker roamed the sky, easily reaping the lives of a dozen flying cavalry using invisible walls, steel cables, and projectiles, before sliding to the ground holding a non-existent steel pipe. Jonah and Assay stared blankly at the little man dressed in black, and the Star Picker waved at them unsurprisingly, his bright eyes smiling.

As for the "ugly face" Liche himself, he ended the lives of three supernatural people with a short-lived exquisite swordsmanship. In fact, these sword souls couldn't see the shining blade at all, they only felt a flower in front of them, and their chests tasted the sweetness of steel. The two swords pierced through the gaps in the shield with incomparable precision, and the movements of the power releaser came to a standstill; the two swords smashed the stone puppet that had just formed into powder, and the strong magic backlash made the summoner almost squirt out of his internal organs; the two swords, penetrating the heavy protection of the soldiers, pierced the scroll of the electric magician, and the fifth-level electric magic "Heavenly Thunder" that could not be released turned into an uncontrolled thunderball, devouring the spellcaster and the surrounding soldiers in an instant.

His Holiness Gowusha's left foot had already set foot on the territory of the Vedas, and the loyal Buddhists were prostrate on the ground to welcome the return of the Prajna monks. "Let's go. The Oriental tugged at Jonah's sleeve.

"-I'm sorry!" the astrologer bowed deeply in the direction of Tocharo, "Reward Governor Herzeminas, I will not return to the Tocharian Empire, please rest assured." See you soon!"

Two men strolled from the end of the drawbridge, the knight in a black turban stood alone among the corpses, trembling and stroking the blood on his face, it was not his blood, he and the "ugly face" Liche did not attack him, but the slaughter of the disparity in strength had completely destroyed his will, "Goodbye, Baron Jonah......" he muttered, watching the long drawbridge slowly rise, and the abyss separating the two kingdoms reappeared.