"Mo Qianji?" When Zuo Hou saw that Guo and Mo appeared together and intervened, he knew that it was useless for him to resist. He can't beat so many people alone, and it's unlikely that he wants to run. It is said that King Youxian was almost planted in the hands of Mo Qianji's flying knife, and he couldn't run fast at all with such an old bone.

"So, King Youxian lost?"

"Lost, the legs were wasted, and it completely fell into our hands." Mo Qianji didn't give Zuo Hou a chance to look forward to it.

"Tut-tut! So, what happened to the southern expedition in the Northern Regions? Zuo Hou was a little apprehensive about this, although he invited the high priest, but Mo Qianji, as the defender, appeared here.

"You really want to know?"

"Please tell me! All! Zuo Hou said firmly. Before Mo Qianji's impatience was revealed, Zuo Hou added: "This is my last wish!" After you finish speaking, you have to kill or chop, listen to it! Of course, in return, I'll tell you something you overlooked. But I want you to tell me first, the whole thing after I left the battlefield of the Southern Expedition, detailed and true! ”

"Let's talk about your return first!" Mo Qianji wouldn't be so easy to put on the trap, "If I finish speaking, you will kill yourself." So what to do? ”

"You! How could an old man lie? ”

"Then show your sincerity! I won't make it difficult for you, you swear! ”

"Okay! Today, in the name of the Zuohou of the Northern Regions, I swear to the High Priest ......"

"Stop!" Mo Qianji and Lao Mu stopped at the same time.

Facing Zuo Hou's puzzled face, Lao Mu asked knowingly: "Isn't your faith heaven?" How did you become a high priest? ”

A trace of shame flashed on Zuo Hou's face, and he explained: "Because swearing to the sky is useless......"

"Oh? Since it's useless, swear to heaven. Mo Qianji didn't seem to care about these or that.

"You!" Zuo Hou's face swelled with gloom, "You're insulting me!" ”

"You don't have a choice!" Several throwing knives suddenly appeared, pointing directly at Zuo Hou.

"You!" Zuo Hou put away his indignation, "Okay! Today, in the name of the Left Marquis of the Northern Regions, I swear to the sky. What I said to Mo Qianji and others today is true, if I violate this oath, I will be thundered by the sky, and future generations will be slaves forever, and generations will not be able to turn over! ”

Ruthless enough! Several people were satisfied with the oath. God is also very face-saving, the sun is high and cloudless.

"Then tell me about your return." Mo Qianji continued to control the initiative of the topic.

"Okay! I say. But lest you turn against the water, I'll only say part of it. "After Zuo Hou swore an oath, he also calmed down." This matter has something to do with the Right Virtuous King. ”

。。。

"And then?" The old wood was stunned. Part of it, that's gone?

"And then?" Zuo Hou looked at Mo Qianji, "Then we have to see how many things the ink sacrifice wine can say." ”

"Help me keep an eye on him." Mo Qianji put away the flying knife, sorted out his thoughts, and a shocking battle reappeared in Mo Qianji's statement.

……

A few days ago.

Facing the snow dragon knight in front of him, the high priest gently raised his hand and pressed the head of the snow dragon's head, so that the snow dragon and the Yan king could not move forward half a step.

"The King of the Eastern Regions?" The high priest sighed, "It's still a little bit off!" "As soon as the high priest gave it away, the dragon's head was crushed into snowflakes.

As the dragon's head was extinguished, the entire snow dragon "collapsed" and scattered into catkins.

The high priest picked up the snow and smashed it at King Yan. Yan Wang wanted to block it with a horizontal gun, but he didn't know that the force of this snow block was too great, and he directly smashed Yan Wang to the ground.

King Yan landed on the ground and pressed out a big pit, and the snow on his body buried him in the pit again. It was not easy to break away from the snow and climb out, not to mention how embarrassed it was.

"The king of the Eastern Regions is weak like this. Hitting you is dirty my hands. The high priest stood with his hands in his hands, looking high, and he didn't take King Yan in his eyes at all.

On the ground, King Yan adjusted his breathing and said to the people who were looking at him, "I'm fine!" ”

"Come again! This time, I'll be the first! Mr. Su took a step forward and moved vertically and horizontally. The others followed in turn.

The high priest watched the demons below dance wildly, saying that he looked down on him, but in fact he didn't dare to slack off. Resist the vast battle intent mixed with the power of luck.

“？” The High Priest could clearly feel that this time the defense was actually cut by the attack of this group of miscellaneous fish, and he increased his strength again, and then it was cut off again.

"So strong?" The High Priest muttered, "Affection is all they have." It seems that some people are cheap, and if they don't force them, they are reluctant to use all their strength! So the high priest stepped up again.

Finally, the defenses were not weakened. The High Priest also breathed a sigh of relief, which was almost to his current limit. He looked down to see how hideous the ants were trying to resist his move.

The high priest's gaze swept away from the faces of the different people one by one. When he stared at Mr. Su, Mr. Su seemed to meet his gaze with a feeling, and the corner of his right mouth twitched, revealing tiger teeth.

At this moment, the High Priest felt that the force he was exerting was out of his control! In a trance, he was knocked away by a burst of energy. Unsuspecting, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wait, what beat him like this just now was actually his own vast battle spirit and the power of luck, why? The High Priest cast his gaze downward, and everyone in the Eastern Regions was traumatized to varying degrees, especially the one who had just smiled at him evilly, and directly turned into a bloody man.

"Mr. Sue!" King Yan was shocked and sad when he saw his comrades-in-arms on the side become like this. Fortunately, the magpie doctor rushed up in time and stabilized Mr. Su's condition in three or two. "Can't die! I took him to the back. ”

"Good!" At this time, there is no need to waste time saying thank you, the battle situation is the most important thing.

King Yan looked up and saw the high priest slowly falling to the ground, and there was a large patch of red on his chest.

"He's hurt." Mo Qianji looked at King Yan, "Do you want to chase or not?" ”

"Poor Kou Mo Chase! Besides, we don't know much about him, so maybe we still have some hole cards. "King Yan looked around and found that they had been swallowed up by the torrent of the Northern Regions army. It's just that their strength is too strong, and these little minions are afraid of them, like a big water meets a boulder - flashing to both sides!

Strangely, these little minions seem to have a mysterious confidence in the High Priest, and they don't even notice that the High Priest is seriously injured, and continue to attack the enemy's hinterland.

"Wrap up the defensive circle! Rebuild your defenses! King Yan ordered, "Gather the remaining army and defend the first line of heaven!" ”

"A glimmer of heaven?" Long Zibing remembers very well that there was an extremely narrow valley on the way here. If you are stationed there, it is indeed a good choice. What if the current army of the Northern Regions is like a flood? When it comes to the first line of heaven, if you want to get in, you have to be honest.

"There is no need to defend the northern border, withdraw!" King Yan immediately made a decision, and the spear turned the king's swallow intent, sweeping away the surrounding northern region minions.

As his companion "learned" the art of flying, the others reacted. They looked back, but they couldn't find the high priest who had been floating in the air at the beginning.

At this time, these people from the northern regions babbled and ran back on their own. Yan Wang and others, who were busy arranging defenses, became retrograde people in the torrent of the army.

……

A glimmer of heaven.

"This time, I took out the few foundations of the Thousand Machine Castle." The ink thousand machine is sprinkled with a thousand machine pillars like spring plowing and sowing.

"I don't have much to do with military warfare." Mr. Xing indifferently planted a few trees, "It's still no problem to plant trees." ”

"By the way, where's the old wood?" Mr. Ying discovers a strange place.

"I don't know, but I shouldn't be dead." It was the magpie doctor who spoke, and everyone was relieved.

Doctor Magpie picked up Mr. Su and said, "Look at you, what are you reckless?" If your teacher knew that you were using it this way, would he believe it or not he swept you out of the house? ”

"Believe it or not, the teacher already knows." Mr. Su smiled bitterly. Not to mention that his teacher always pays attention to the northern side, he still has a chess piece close to him!

"You! Really! Doctor Magpie didn't want to say too much, and when he saw that Mr. Su could leave by himself, he let go of his hand and went to do something else.

"Okay, Brother Su, take a good rest!" The ground on the first line of the sky was not necessarily smooth, and Long Zibing was afraid that Mr. Su would fall, so he hurriedly held on.

"I said yes! Everyone else is grinding their guns, what are you doing with this kind of tree? "You can hear Mr. Ying whining from afar.

"Oops, what are you anxious about?" Mr. Xing is still so indifferent.

King Yan was not idle, he led a team to climb the cliff and set up an ambush on a high place.

The High Priest was seriously injured, so he might not come over immediately, after all, there should be no humanoid artifact like the Magpie Divine Doctor in the north, and the recovery should not be so fast.

Therefore, even if the Northern Regions attack again after a while, the high priest should be behind the scenes.

But the people of the Eastern Regions didn't know that the high priest at this time was far worse than they imagined.

……

Northern Regions, Frontline Camp.

"High Priest, I respect you. But I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person who takes advantage of others. The High Priest's mouth did not move, but a voice came from him, and it was evident that it came from the owner of the body, the Great Destiny.

The High Priest ignored the sound of the Great Death, and slowly healed his injuries with the power of luck.

It stands to reason that the high priest occupies the body of the great life, and can obliterate the consciousness of the great life and prevent the great life from resisting.

But the high priest didn't, or he couldn't. As the head of the Northern Regions, the luck contained in the Great Destiny is not something that can be erased at will. If you want to forcibly occupy it, maybe it is a big life that will not die. But in the long run, it was the high priest who suffered.

Use the power of luck to fight against the power of luck, how to see how to lose. What's more, the power of luck is the foundation of the high priest's life until now. If it is for the sake of temporary gain to erase the life of a person who is not weak, what is the difference between it and a scheduled death?

Seeing that the high priest ignored him, it was okay to stay like this. Simply call someone in, understand the movements of King Yan and their movements, and then make a battle plan according to the opponent's actions. The high priest did not object, and the great order was issued one after another, and the orders were spread throughout the front barracks.

As for whether the order was given in the name of the great commander or in the name of the high priest, it depends on what was in the mind of this subordinate.

……

Night falls.

The front-line soldiers lit bonfires and buried pots to cook.

Although the atmosphere is tense, it is not too tense, and it is a relatively reasonable state.

"Who?" The guard at the checkpoint asked.

When the crowd heard this shout, they turned their heads away. I saw a black shadow from far and near, and the flickering firelight gradually reflected his face.

"Wolves?" The masters on the city wall who had seen him stood up one after another, and they didn't know where to put the eating tools in their hands, and instead they took advantage of all kinds of things.

The wolf raised his hands and asked innocently at the group of people in front of him:

"Have you forgotten that I am a prisoner of war?"