In the south of the city, in a hidden place, there is an inconspicuous house. This is exactly the house that Yin Lingzi gave to Mo Zhai to settle down.

But in broad daylight, the sun is just right under the wind and sunshine, but the doors and windows of the main hall in the courtyard are closed. Only the pervasive cloudy light can shine through the carvings on the windows, forming a little bright red mottled in the house, and some indescribable weirdness.

Mo Zhai sat on the chair in the depths of the main hall, his face hiding in the shadows of the room, his brows slightly furrowed, and a faint sorrow on his face.

He was silent, and he didn't know what he was thinking?

In addition to him who was silent, there was only Lin Cong, who was as silent as him, which made the room very quiet.

But even though the doors and windows in the house were closed, Mo Zhai could still vaguely hear the sound of the screaming wind outside the house, and the thrilling sound of Jin Ge's iron horse came, flickering far and near, sometimes big and sometimes small.

Listening to these voices, Mo Zhai's brows furrowed even tighter.

Seven days ago, the Xuandu Army, which was like a bamboo, broke through the defense line set up by Yin Lingzi in the west of the Dome City like a flood beast, and released a whirlwind to kill under the Dome City with death and panic.

The armies of the two countries immediately lined up under the city and began a battle in the dark, while the Xudu army occupied the advanced weapons of its own and attacked more and more fiercely. Even in the city, there was chaos, and noise and panic came one after another.

At the last moment, fortunately, the reinforcements of Fusang Kingdom, an ally of Yin Lingzi, also arrived at the city in time, and together with the Dunshen Army, they attacked the Xudu Army. only then did they slow down the offensive of the Xudu army.

Since then, the three armies have been going back and forth outside the city, fighting for several days and still not deciding the winner.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that although the Xudu army is not superior in numbers, it is equipped with advanced equipment, and the soldiers are well-trained, and the troops are not single, so they do not suffer much losses; on the contrary, they become more and more courageous as time goes by.

On the contrary, it was the Fusang Army and the Dunshen Army, although they stubbornly resisted and bravely killed the enemy, and also organized several night attacks on the enemy camp, but because most of the weapons in their hands were cold weapons, they were already strong in the outside and in the middle, and they always lost more than they won.

With the increasing casualties, it is only a matter of time before the city of the Dome City is destroyed.

What made Mo Zhai sad was this matter.

Originally, according to his plan, after settling down in the Kingdom of the Gods, he was trying to plot to steal the rights of the country secretly, so that Yin Lingzi inadvertently became another puppet prince in his shadow. Therefore, he also tried his best to forge weapons and build various fortifications for Yin Lingzi.

In just half a year, the edge of the Dome City and the surrounding area below it were already full of trenches, arrow towers, dock forts, and turrets, and even Mo Zhai purchased a lot of bird guns and flint cannons for Yin Lingzi from the black market. It is precisely because of this that no matter how strong the Xudu army is, it will be a siege for seven days, and it will not be broken.

But what Mo Zhai never expected was that he had just gained a foothold in the Kingdom of the Hidden Gods, and the Xudu Army would kill him. At first, the army was still unable to move an inch, and was blocked on the coast, but then it suddenly became overwhelming. Singing all the way eastward, rivers of blood will flow everywhere you pass, and corpses will be strewn all over the field.

In just a few months, this army of tigers and wolves has reached the bottom of the Dome City.

Seeing that the Dome City was in danger, Mo Zhai had to rethink countermeasures. In the past, these things were discussed privately between him and Bird Slippery, but he never thought that Bird Slipper has not been heard from so far. Ever since he received the news that Lin Cong had successfully assassinated King Kong from Shuoyue Island from Bird Slippery Island, Mo Zhai had completely lost contact with him.

Mo Zhai also sent several groups of ink warriors to secretly go to Shuoyue Island to find out the news of the bird slippery, but they were all like mud cows entering the sea, and they never returned.

By Mo Zhai's side, who was kept in the dark, only Lin Cong could be trusted. As a last resort, he had no choice but to bring Lin Cong over, thinking of discussing a countermeasure that could turn the crisis into safety for him and his Mo family.

I never thought that Lin Cong was here, but he was also at a loss, at a loss, and couldn't give him any feasible advice at all.

In desperation, Mo Zhai had to think of his own countermeasures, and although Lin Cong was a little disappointed that his brain would not turn, he also trusted him even more.

He didn't want to have a smarter ghost around him. Lin Cong's brain is a little dull, but such a ghost has no ambition.

Although all this is just Mo Zhai's wishful thinking.

After thinking for a while, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, and then he had a plan, hurriedly beckoned to Lin Cong, who was still sitting below him, and said a few times: "You go and prepare some flying beast souls tonight, the more the better, and then gather all the ink artists in the underworld city, take advantage of the night to enter the newly built tunnels in the city, and finally ride the beast souls out of the city from the tunnel." ”。

"Hmm. Lin Cong, who pretended to be stupid, asked blankly: "Then what, where are we going except for the city?"

"Then go to the altar in the Moro Mountain, east of the kingdom of the gods, and lie dormant, and a man of ink named Belly will go to receive you. After Mo Zhai's eyes rolled, he narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "After arriving at Moro Mountain, all actions will be listened to first. ”。

His move was to secretly preserve his own living force, and from the previous Tang newspaper, he learned that this time the Xudu army was extremely ferocious and crazy, and once the city was broken, it was bound to be slaughtered, without exception.

If he and his men continue to stay in the city, there will be only one way to die.

"I'm going to look for a map, see where Mount Moro is, and choose the best route. Although Lin Cong learned about Moluo Mountain in Xiao Shizhu's mouth, it was the general altar of the Mo family. But at this time, he pretended to hear the name of the place for the first time, and slowly got up and said, "Then as soon as it gets dark at night, we will start moving. ”。

"Hmm. After Mo Zhai bowed his head slightly to express his satisfaction, he solemnly admonished: "You must remember to keep it secret, the whereabouts of each ink artist must not be discovered by the Xudu Army, let alone be detected by the ghosts of the Escape God Kingdom." ”。

"Got it. Lin Cong said and was about to walk outside the house. But he secretly thought to himself, why did Mo Zhai only let him and the ink masters go first, but he didn't go?

In Lin Cong's impression, Mo Zhai was not such a righteous ghost, but today he was so abnormal, which made him vigilant. After a little thought, he expected that the other party must have some other secret operation, but he didn't tell him.

But he couldn't ask directly, otherwise it would make Mo Zhai suspicious of him, and he had finally lurked to this day, but he couldn't give up all his efforts; Lin Cong, who was overstretched, had to speculate silently by himself.

"That's right. Just as he walked to the door, Mo Zhai said again: "You have to pick a few ink people who are good at assassination, bring a handy secret weapon, and report to me quickly." ”。