Chapter 464: Courageous

The bleak sound of trumpets spread across the mountains and woke up the sleeping majestic city.

As the headquarter of the Witch God Cult, Jing Shan City had a population of close to half a million, and the city was dotted with cultivators who followed the Witch God system.

The garrison was only 25,000 strong, a weak force for a city of 500,000 people.

But it wasn’t that the Wicca didn’t have enough troops; it didn’t need them.

This was the general altar of the Witch God Cult, there were sculptures of Witch Gods, First Grade Grand Sorcerers, and a large number, of experts who had gone through the sorcerer system. There were even a huge scale of martial artists.

It was no exaggeration to say that the garrison strength of Jing Shan City, as well as its overall strength, was no worse than that of the Great Fengjing City.

The 20,000 defenders stationed in the city’s barracks swarmed out, 6,000 cavalry, 14,000 infantry, and all of them, from the generals down to the soldiers, were somewhat bewildered.

What kind of people have the audacity to attack Jing Shan City?

Throughout the history books, since the Witch God Cult was born and preached in the Northeast in the ancient times, there hadn’t been a war in Jing Shan City.

Twenty thousand troops followed the open avenues, skirted the peaks of the Jing Mountains, and reached the sea in the midst of the dust.

………..

A streak of dark light flew up from the city like a dense meteor, skimming over the peaks of Jing Mountain and landing on the coast.

The sorcerers, with City Lord Nalan Yan at their head, gazed into the distance and saw twenty huge warships on the sea in the extreme distance, breaking the waves.

Nalan Yan was eight feet tall, with a thick bushy beard that covered half of his face, brown hair that was naturally curly, and both witch and martial arts training.

This city lord is a sorcerer at the peak of the fourth grade, and also a martial artist at the peak of the fourth grade, only half a step away from crossing the threshold of “Immortality and Mortality”, and becoming a third grade expert with a long lifespan.

Nalan Yan had another layer of identity, the Witch God Sect had three Spiritual Wisdom Wizards (Third Grade) and one Great Wizard (First Grade), the three Spiritual Wisdom were the State Masters of the three countries of Jingkang Yan, and they were not at the General Altar on weekdays.

And the Grand Wizard indulges in shepherding and lives a life of idleness.

The lord of Jing Shan City was originally a second-ranked rainmaker, but during the Battle of Shan Hai Guan, that second-ranked rainmaker was lured in by Wei Yuan and killed in conjunction with the Buddhist Luohan.

Nalan Yan, was none other than the son of that Second Grade Rainmaker.

The sunrise rose, the sea surface rippled with golden light, Nalan Yan squinted his eyes, looked deeply at the green clothes on the bow of the boat, and suddenly revealed a cold smile.

In addition to the sorcerers and the guards, a crowd of people of varying cultivation levels, but definitely not lacking in mastery, arrived at the coast a few moments later, but didn’t get close enough to watch from afar.

These martial artists were the casuals of the city of Jing Shan, or in the words of Da Bong, the jianghu people.

“That’s Daibong’s war ship ………”

“The one on the bow of the boat is Wei Yuan, right? That green coat fits the legend of Wei Yuan.”

“It really deserves to be a military god ah, I heard that the Da Feng army led by him encountered tenacious resistance in the Yan country border, I was still feeling that Wei Yuan was nothing more than that ……… who thought that he would break through directly from the sea.”

“But that’s just as much of a death wish, isn’t it.”

“Hey, Wei Yuan’s move is a wonderful chess move, but my Witch God Cult doesn’t have any cracks, even if he’s a Military God, he can only hard pit, these twenty warships, it’s a pity.”

The rivers and lakes scattered people talked with a rather relaxed expression, even with a smile, their relaxation was justified.

The main altar of the Witch God Sect, Jing Shan City, is adjacent to the ocean, with the three countries of Yan, Jing, and Kang arching on its periphery, and has been used for thousands of years, no matter if it is in the Central Plains, the North, or the Buddhist Sect, the number one power of the Kyushu State nowadays.

Have you ever come to the Witch God Cult’s headquarters?

Not once.

Why? Don’t other people know how to build boats to cross the sea?

Because of two words: rainmaker!

……….

On the cliffs of Mount Jing, the great sorcerer Saren Agu, cloaked in linen-colored robes and carrying a lamb in his arms, looked down on the warships coming under sail.

The hemp-colored robes inspired, and a strand of glass-colored energy bulged around him, extending towards his surroundings.

Gradually, as if he were one with heaven and earth, Saren Agu blew out a soft breath.

This breath was like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger and bigger, turning into a terrifying storm.

Suddenly, the calm sea blew a gale, the blue sky was overcast with clouds, lightning and thunder, and torrential rain poured down.

The waves cascaded over and over, pushing higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye, the originally calm offshore was enveloped in a storm.

The twenty warships were huge, but in front of the force of nature, they appeared fragile and small, just like flat boats, rising and falling with the waves, sometimes even the whole ship was thrown up, and then smashed down heavily, splashing up the shocking waves.

On deck, guns and bedsteads tipped over, some thrown off and smashed heavily into the ocean.

The crew and sailors clung to whatever they could around them as a means of avoiding the fate of falling into the ocean or crashing to their deaths on masts, guns, and other hard objects.

The soldiers in the cabin were even worse, sometimes tumbling to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes being thrown up high and slammed down hard.

Because of the density of the personnel, hundreds of soldiers died one after another in such mass confusion.

And all of this was nothing to the fate that was about to befall them.

Their fate: to be swallowed by the wild waves at any moment.

The Second Grade Sorcerers, known as Rainmasters, in ancient times, the climate was unpredictable. In times of drought, human tribes in the northeast would offer sacrifices to the Witch God Cult and pray for their help.

The shamans collected the offerings and set up a ceremony to pray to the heavens for rain.

The sorcerer who presides over the ceremony is usually a second-ranked sorcerer, or rather, only second-ranked sorcerers are qualified to preside over the ceremony, thus giving the second-ranked sorcerer the title of Rainmaker.

In fact, praying for rain was only one of the means by which the Second Grade Sorcerer materialized.

The true core ability of the second grade of the sorcerer system was to borrow a portion of the power of the heavens and the earth through one’s interactions with the heavens and the earth.

Therefore, with a sorcerer of the second grade or higher sitting at the General Altar, any enemy that attempts to cross the sea is asking for death.

The crowd of wizards and defenders watched the scene with a certain amount of relief, watching the Daifong battleships as precarious as the rain.

And those martial dispersers mocked with impunity.

“Is this coming to war? No, this is to die.”

“Wei Yuan is nothing more than that? They say how powerful he is, and when I see him today, this?”

“Hey, daring to cross the sea and kill the general altar is not bad.”

“The warships are full of armaments, bed crossbows, artillery, well-made armor and war swords, and when the Dae Bong fleet is destroyed, we’ll go down to the sea to salvage them and make a profit.”

At this time, the raging sea, rushing up a sea tide that covered the sky, Jade City Snow Mountain-like tide surging to the sky, the sound was like a thunderclap, layers and layers of pushing towards the Da Feng fleet.

It’s been building up for a long time, and it’s finally launched a killing move.

No fleet on earth could save itself from a Wall-like tsunami, even if the ships were inscribed with formations.

How can a mere formation fight against the greatness of nature?

“Ouch ………”

A high-pitched roar echoed from heaven and earth, rising and falling.

In the sight of the crowd, the tidal wave that was supposed to destroy everything seemed to freeze, there was a pause of a few seconds, and then it disintegrated and collapsed with a rumble, as if it had lost the power to support itself.

Even though the tsunami, which was taller and longer than the walls of the city, didn’t slap down, the force formed by its collapse still caused twenty ships to nearly capsize.

By the coast, the experts, armies, and sorcerers of the forces affiliated with the Witch God Sect looked around with slightly changed faces, and they saw a thick, scale-covered body protruding from time to time from the foaming sea.

Northern Demon Race, Jiao Department!

Descendants of the gods and demons, the augurs.

The dragon goes ashore as a walking jiao, and is also known as a shark when it enters the water.

They are natural water dominators and can manipulate water spirits to both make waves and calm storms.

As far as the eye could see, a scaly dragon riding the wind and waves, that high-pitched echoing roar, there were hundreds of scaly dragons, and the scaly division had almost poured out their nests.

The rough sea became much tamer all of a sudden, but not completely calm.

The crackling rainstorm turned into a regular drizzle.

The two forces manipulating the water spirits wrestled to reach a delicate balance.

“Jiaolong, it’s the northern demon race.”

“No wonder that Wei Yuan dared to cross the sea, so he relied on the auger dragon to help him.”

Nalan Yan’s face sank slightly as he faintly said, “No surprise, if he wasn’t sure, he wouldn’t have come. Have the army retreat, and as soon as the Feng army comes ashore, block the attack immediately.”

No sooner had this order been given than a muffled thud was heard from the sea, and a few seconds later a deep crater blew out of the beach not far from the group, sending shrapnel and shockwaves sweeping all around.

More and more shells came crashing in, attacking the defenders and wizards on the shore.

“Retreat, retreat at once.”

A general growled loudly, waving his flag and ordering his soldiers to retreat.

As soon as he had finished shouting, a shell landed right next to him, and with a loud bang, the fire swelled up, and the general was blown out of the sky.

He wasn’t dead yet, but Copper Skin and Iron Bone broke on the spot and was seriously injured.

This was the reason why Nalan Yan had his army evacuate, the Dafeng warships were equipped with artillery and bed crossbows, which were powerful, had a long range, and were plentiful, and the downfall of defending the coast would be to be bombarded to death alive by others.

It was thought that the spells of the Grand Sorcerer would be able to wipe out the entire swarm of battleships, and the entry of the Auger Ministry into the battle had deprived the Witch God Cult of that advantage.

The better response at the moment is to withdraw the troops and then utilize the mountain passes and mountains that usually guard the city of Jingshan.

And this task can only be filled with the lives of the defenders. The battlefield is the home of the wizards, and unfortunately, this is not a battlefield, but a wizard’s home base.

The scariest corpse-soldier tactic of all time is straight up gone.

The point is, even if a huge number of corpse soldiers can be pulled together as the war intensifies, I’m afraid that these corpse soldiers are all from Jingshan City ………

This is the next best thing.

As for the upper strategy, in Nalan Yan’s view, in fact, it is also simple, as long as the great sorcerer shot, the attack on the green clothes on the spot killed, the great Feng army group without a leader, the war power directly weakened by half.

Wei Yuan was a mortal who had straight up wasted his cultivation.

Boom boom boom!

The scene was thrown into chaos as a shell slammed into the shore and a crossbow bolt dived into the ground, inflicting massive kills on the Witch God Cult army.

The Daifong battleships were approaching the coast with great momentum.

At the bow of the boat, the green dress stood proudly, but his gaze was not on the crowd on the coast, but on the top of Jing Mountain, the figure with the linen-colored robes.

One is on top of a crag, the sun is shining and the wind is blowing.

One is in the middle of the ocean, cloudy and choppy.

It was as if the world had been split into two distinct halves.

Two pairs of gentle gazes met each other across the air.

Right at this moment, in the southwest direction, a dark light vanished, stopping above the Witch God Cult crowd, and with a wave of his big sleeve, he sent dozens of shells flying out.

“Elder Irb ……..”

The wizards were relieved that their spell-killing and corpse-control techniques could not be used against the Da Bong army from across the air, and the wizards who were not good at defense could not even block the artillery fire.

The fifth-grade Blessing Sacrifice and fourth-grade Dream Witch were, on the contrary, able to summon in the Wufu Ying Souls, transforming themselves into attacking and killing incomparable martial artists. However, this was meaningless, as there were bound to be a much larger number of high-grade martial artists on the Great Feng Warship.

People are the real martial artists.

It wasn’t that sorcerers weren’t strong enough, on the contrary, sorcerers had treacherous means and were invincible on the battlefield, but the situation at hand made it seem as if sorcerers had instantly lost the vast majority of their specialties.

When the Battle of Shanhaiguan was fought, many battles were inexplicably lost, and many people still don’t understand why they lost.

But now, the appearance of a third-ranked sorcerer was enough to make up for all the shortcomings, and there was an uncrossable gap between the third and fourth ranks.

Ilbu stood staring into the void, looking at the flagship’s big green coat, he frowned, felt out three copper coins, and divined a fortune for himself, and the trigrams showed: auspicious!

He immediately dropped his heart and commanded in a loud voice, “Retreat, spread out to guard the official roads and mountains, one team for every hundred men, with one sorcerer in each team.”

After giving the order, Ilb put away the copper and cupped a set of hands with great speed, summoning a less-than-realistic shadow in the void and solidifying it above his head.

Ilbu’s blood aura rose around him, his muscles ripping through his robes as he transformed into a giant several feet tall.

This giant rode the dark light and shot towards the flagship, towards Wei Yuan.

On deck, the soldiers turned their cannons and bedsteads in an attempt to stop Ilb.

The artillery and crossbows crashed into his body and shattered his bones, but in front of a third-ranked martial artist, the artillery shells and crossbows couldn’t hurt him a bit.

At this moment, the anticipation and elation on the side of the Witch God Sect contrasted sharply with the worry and anger of the Da Feng military.

The aura of a third-grade “martial artist” was like a sea tide, like a storm, blowing the green robes fiercely encouraging, and all the pressure seemed to converge on Wei Yuan alone.

This man with gray temples and eyes containing vicissitudes of life finally gently raised his hand.

Choke the giant.

Five fingers sudden force, “bang” sound, the giant Ilbu head of the virtual shadow is not real enough, directly exploded.

“Courageous!”

Wei Yuan smiled gently.

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PS: Although I spit on their own not good at writing fights, but compared to those who specialize in writing fights for more than ten years of the old gods, the art of specialization well.