Chapter 706 The second day, late at night, early in the morning. 78 No pop-up window update fast ghost comes to Waterdivide City again, but this time it's not the North City, but the West City.
Because of the lesson of the previous night, the defenders of this night have already raised their spirits, and even if it is dawn, and it will not be long before dawn, the eyes of the soldiers are still wide, and they look around from time to time, for fear that ghosts will suddenly appear around them, and bad luck will befall them.
However, the vigilance of the soldiers did not prevent the arrival of the ghosts, and the ghosts that suddenly appeared at the head of the city immediately killed the cultivators who released the insight, and then began to kill the defenders at the head of the city.
As soon as the city head was in chaos, the security troops in the tents under the city walls rushed out one after another, rushing to the city.
They relied on the strength of the crowd and planned to use the tactics of crowds to surround and kill the ghosts, but they did not think that this was exactly what the ghosts wanted.
Let him go to the enemies one by one, it is better to let the enemies go together, so that it will save time and effort, not to mention, and it will be more efficient.
The goblin merged the two knives in his hand and turned them into scythes, and then began to kill the soldiers of the Anjun army at the head of the city.
With the swing of the terrifying and terrifying scythe, the security troops on the city head fell to the ground in groups, and the aura condensed in the sky above the city had gathered into a large mass.
The scene turned into a one-sided slaughter, and soon, the corpses of the An army were piled up on the city walls, and they were too many to count.
The more the An army fought, the more frightened they became, and the more they frantically crowded the city just now, the An army now became like they were being chased by ghosts, crying and shouting to their mothers and running down the city.
It's just that at this time, no matter how easy it is for them to run away, how can it be so easy for the ghosts to drag the sickle, rush into the crowd, kill back and forth, attack left and right, and countless soldiers are affected to death by the black fire, not to mention those who die under the sickle.
The ghosts chased all the way from the head of the city to the city, and then chased and killed from the city into the city, on the road, the soldiers of the An army paved the road, and many people were trampled to death, and the situation was unbearable.
Just when the ghosts and monsters were rising, the An army, who rushed towards the crowd of people, was led by a tall horse, and this was not a bystander, it was Wei Ling, the head of the county.
In the past, Wei Ling didn't believe in ghosts, but now that he has seen it with his own eyes, he can't help but believe it.
I saw the monster on the other side, with flames burning all over its body, but it was not a raging fire, but black fire, and it looked like a black mist.
What's even more terrifying is that there is a pair of green eyes hanging in the black fog, and in the dark night, it seems that two ghost fires are beating, which is particularly weird and terrifying.
"Let me shoot it with an arrow," Wei Ling forcibly suppressed the fear in her heart and yelled hoarsely at the surrounding security troops.
The archers of the An army hurriedly stepped forward, twisted their bows and arrows, aimed at the ghosts in front of them, and shot arrows together.
However, before the arrow array could reach the ghost, he had disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he appeared in the ranks of the archers.
The flaming sickle was raised, and with a single swing, five or six archers were cut to the ground, and then, as he walked, more than a dozen more were stabbed, and they were burned by the black flames and screamed, rolling all over the ground, and dying.
"My lord, the ghosts are coming towards us, let's retreat," a general rushed to Wei Ling's face with a panicked face, and shouted sharply.
Wei Ling also wanted to be tough, and he didn't want to run away, but the ghost was so scary that he turned his horse's head and ran in the direction of the center of the city out of a completely subconscious reaction.
As soon as he ran, the An army below had no intention of fighting, and the people gave up resistance and retreated backwards like a tide.
The ghosts took advantage of the situation to pursue, and chased the An army to the center of Fenshui City in one go.
By this time, the sky was already white, and the sky was getting brighter, and for the ghost, dawn meant that his shadow drift could no longer be used at will.
He gave up the pursuit, only a few dodges, and his figure disappeared between the houses in the city.
On this night, just from dawn to dawn, the soldiers of the An army who died at the hands of ghosts were close to 2,000 people, and they were still killing under the nose of the main general Wei Ling.
At this point, even Wei Ling didn't dare to say that there were no ghosts in this world.
After this night's commotion, the An army once again lost the lives of 2,000 soldiers, and rumors spread even more in the city, and even a large number of people gathered in front of the city lord's mansion, asking Wei Ling to give up resisting the wind army as soon as possible, and surrender to the wind army immediately, otherwise the ghosts will still haunt the city of Fenshui.
Wei Ling is an An, and it is understandable that he is loyal to Yue Ze, but Fenshui City originally belonged to the Mo country, and the people in the city were also Mo people, so they had no loyalty to Yue Ze at all, and they were only afraid of being implicated by ghosts.
Wei Ling didn't kill or persuade these Moren people who came to petition, so she could only keep her door closed.
On the evening of the third day, the ghosts came again as scheduled, this time the ghosts came earlier, and arrived in the southern city in the early morning, and tossed until dawn before leaving.
By this night, the number of Anjun soldiers had increased to 3,000.
On the first day, 1,000 were lost, on the second day 2,000, on the third day 3,000, and in three days, a total of 6,000 soldiers were lost.
As soon as the night fell, the soldiers began to break out in a cold sweat, and their hearts rose to their throats, and at the slightest wind and grass they thought they had encountered ghosts, and they were so frightened that they fled in all directions.
After all, these defenders are local troops, and they have never seen much of the world, and the spiritual cultivators among them are not strong people in spiritual martial arts, so they can't tell whether it is ghosts or spiritual martial arts masters who are making trouble in the city these few nights.
By the night of the fourth day, there were no defenders on the four walls of the city, and all the soldiers were huddled in the barracks in the city, but the ghosts still came, and they rushed into the barracks so unscrupulously, slashing and burning the Anjun in the camp.
This night, the ghost to the defenders of the watershed city is fatal, the number of soldiers killed has been countless, the remaining soldiers have no fighting spirit at all, more than 20,000 defenders scattered in a hurry, where are they still obeying Wei Ling's command, still drop the weapons in their hands, screaming and rushing out of the city, now people only think about escaping from the watershed city, no matter where they flee, even if they escape into hell, as long as they are not in the watershed city.
It can also be seen from this that the defenders were really frightened by the ghosts.
Wei Ling also organized the pro-soldiers and guards around him to stop the deserters, but they couldn't stop them at all, the deserters were like a flood that discharged the gates, the scene was chaotic, people turned over on their backs, lost their armor, and even if the gods came down at this time, they couldn't stop these fleeing soldiers.
Wei Ling, who gritted her teeth and stayed behind, quickly attracted the attention of the ghost, who dragged a long scythe and headed straight for him.
The pro-soldiers around Wei Ling stepped forward to meet him, but after only a few face-to-face shots, dozens of pro-soldiers had fallen to the ground.
The rest of the people protected Wei Ling and retreated again and again.
At this time, the spiritual cultivators among the soldiers stepped forward, several people stood in a row, blocking the path of the ghosts, one of them held a spirit sword, pointed at each other, and shouted: "You are a human or a ghost" The ghost didn't speak, and because of the strong black fire burning on his body, he couldn't see his appearance and expression clearly, and vaguely, the cultivator saw a white forest light flashing from the black fire.
His heart trembled, and he subconsciously took half a step backwards, and at the same time as he retreated, the ghost appeared in front of him in an instant, and the knife of the sickle also plunged into his lower abdomen.
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The black fire spread around him, and the cultivator let out a painful howl like killing a pig, and under the burning of the soul, it was a burning pain from the depths of the soul, and the pain was simply not something that humans could bear.
Fortunately, the soul burning will make people die quickly, and after only two or three seconds, the screams of the cultivators stopped abruptly, and the person fell straight on his back.
Several other cultivators were dumbfounded, even more convinced that the monster in front of them was not human.
"Kill" As the county chief's personal soldiers, they have no way out, either to protect the county chief and escape, or to die with the county chief.
Several people cast spiritual martial arts skills at the same time, but all they hit was air, and ghosts appeared behind them unbelievably, the scythe flashed, the black flames filled the air, and in the blink of an eye, several spiritual cultivators all followed in the footsteps of their companions.
Although they were not powerful spiritual cultivators, the aura squeezed out of them was much richer than that of ordinary soldiers, and I saw that the ghost raised its head greedily and absorbed all the aura floating in the air.
There was no screaming at the scene, Wei Ling and the soldiers around him all seemed to be in an ice cellar, and the chill in their bodies seemed to have frozen their bodies, standing there with blank expressions and motionless.
He continued to spit, and then, raising the scythe in his hand, walked towards the crowd on the other side.
"Not enough, not enough, I need more" was the first and last thing people heard from the ghosts.
When the last of the soldiers died tragically under the dark fire, except for the ghosts and ghosts, only Wei Ling was left alone.
"You, are you a wind man, are you sent by the wind army" Wei Ling involuntarily retreated again and again when the ghost was near.
He tried to draw his saber as he retreated, but he didn't pay attention to the one under his feet, he was stepping on a helmet, he couldn't stand, he fell to the ground on his back, and the sword he drew was also thrown far away.
He was about to get up from the ground, and the edge of the scythe burning black fire was already in front of him.
In an instant, Wei Ling sweated like rain, soaking all the official clothes on his body, and until now, he couldn't confirm whether the person in front of him was a human or a ghost.
"I am Wei Ling, the head of Gurao County in Anguo, even if you want to kill me, you have to let me die to understand, who are you" Wei Ling's eyes were bloodshot and turned red, and he stared directly at the ghost in front of him.
"You, you can go and ask the king of Hades" As he spoke, the scythe was handed forward, and with a click, Wei Ling's head fell off in response, and no blood spurted out of the broken neck, only spiritual energy was released
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