Chapter 508: The War (Part I) The sky was gray, with the whimper of the wind in my ears, and the air was filled with the smell of slaughter.
Under the majestic Niujiao Mountain, the empty Jiuli tribe, Jiu Ye scanned everything around him, with a touch of emotion in his eyes.
Everyone is gone, and the entire Jiuli tribe is only one Jiu Ye left at this moment.
With Ye Qingshan being sent away by himself a day ago, the lava dwarf Magni also left the Jiuli tribe with all the remaining dwarves at the mandatory request of the ninth master.
Before leaving the Jiuli Clan, Magni once told the Jiuli Clan that he would not leave, the Jiuli Clan was his home, and everything he had came from the Jiuli Clan, and now the Jiuli Clan was in a crisis, and he couldn't leave.
Besides, although the angel is powerful, it doesn't mean that the Jiuli clan has no hope at all, so he wants to stay and fight with the Jiu Ye.
But the Ninth Master knocked Magni to the ground with a backhand slap, and told Magni with an indifferent look that if he didn't take the dwarf with him now, he would kill him himself!
Hopefully?
There may have been, but once was after all.
Jiu Ye knows his own situation, and he knows the enemy's situation even more, the process of the overthrow of the Protoss back then was not as simple as imagined, as a terrible race that has been standing on this land for tens of thousands of years, the strength of the Protoss is beyond doubt, and the Jiuli people who came from the east back then were only a part of the entire Jiuli Clan.
This is also why in this era, the Jiuli clan has only awakened one Jiuye, while the god clan has nearly 10,000.
At the same time, the gap between the Protoss and the Jiuli Clan back then was not as big as everyone imagined, and even in a sense, it was a bitter battle.
If it weren't for the deep grudges between the Protoss and other races at that time, the Protoss would not have been pulled down by the Jiuli Clan.
So the Ninth Master asked Magni to take the dwarves away, because the Ninth Master knew very well that in the face of the powerful Protoss, it was meaningless for these dwarves to join, and their deaths and sacrifices were equally worthless.
Similarly, Jiu Ye knows better that he can't go, on the one hand, because the ancestral training of the Jiuli clan makes Jiu Ye unable to retreat, and in addition, there is another important reason that if he doesn't die, this war will never stop.
Angels and the Jiuli clan are mortal enemies, it was because of the appearance of the Jiuli clan that the angel's tens of thousands of years of rule was ended, if in this era, who is the race that the angel clan wants to get rid of the most?
That must be Jiuli!
On the one hand, because killing themselves as Jiuli people can satisfy their deformed and distorted minds, and on the other hand, because history tells them that if they want to continue to rule this land, the Jiuli people are their biggest obstacle.
When desires and ideals merge into one, an extremely strong will is produced, which is also called obsession in the East.
At this moment, the Protoss is like this, in order to allow their race to rule this land again, in order to wash away the shame brought to them by the Jiuli Clan, the Jiuli Clan must die!
The Ninth Master knew very well and understood the determination of the Angel Clan to kill him, so when he saw Ye Qingshan, the Ninth Master chose to give up his hope of fighting hard, and used the last essence of the Jiuli Clan to ignite a bright road for Ye Qingshan.
In the near future, when the Jiuli clan returns, when Ye Qingshan has grown to the point that no one can despise him, all his efforts at this moment are worth it.
This is a seed, I can't see the day when the seed germinates and grows into a towering tree, but because I once planted this seed, if one day the Jiuli tribe is tired and can't do it, you can still take shelter from the wind and rain under this ginseng tree.
And now, when everyone has left, standing alone at the foot of Niujiao Mountain, staring ahead, even if he has seen that the god of death is smiling at him, the ninth master does not have the slightest regret in his heart.
Faded the black robe, on the upper body of the ninth master who was loose because of old age, covered with scars, on the ninth master's chest, tattooed with a blurred ink, many lines are no longer obvious, but you can vaguely feel the fierce aura emanating from this ink.
Sitting alone in front of the Jiuli tribe, there was a bowl of wine next to Jiu Ye, his sharp eyes stared at the white fog in front of him, and there was an unsettling aura of slaughter in the air, at this moment Jiu Ye was like a warrior, although he was old, but there was still the hot blood of the warrior in his bones!
Heavy footsteps sounded from the sky, and the air was mixed with a piercing sound of breaking the air, and white figures cut through the dense fog in front of them, and a terrifying aura rose in the white fog.
In the shattered dense fog, the rising breath converged into a huge twelve-winged angel, the scorching heat rose on the surface of the angel's body, and in the loud war horn, the huge twelve-winged angel phantom, unabashedly pressed the breath of killing and destruction in this direction of the ninth master.
The old body, with a sharp edge between his eyebrows that seemed to tear the heavens and the earth, faced the phantom of the twelve-winged angel in front of him, which was full of destruction and killing, and an ancient aura rose from the body of the ninth master that was not much worse than that of the twelve-winged angel!
The terrifying qi and blood churned at this moment, and the blurred ink on his chest seemed to be nourished by the qi and blood, and the blurred lines began to become clear, and a breath of ancient beasts full of barbarism and tyranny permeated this ink tattoo.
"Moo~~!"
A voice from an ancient time, filled with the wildness and madness of that era.
The air exploded, and the terrifying ripples seemed to shatter the space, and the two terrifying forces collided together, one was the twelve-winged angel phantom formed by the convergence of thousands of angels' qi and blood, representing the supreme god of the god race!
One is the surging Mo of the Nine Masters, one of the totems belonging to the Jiuli clan in ancient times!
At the moment when the angel and the ink collided, the terrifying power tore through this white world.
At the foot of Niujiao Mountain, Jiu Ye sat in front of the Jiuli tribe, nourished by qi and blood, Jiu Ye's loose body regained its vitality at one time, and the vague ink tattoo on his chest seemed to be alive at this moment.
A pitch-black ink-colored rhinoceros stared ahead with those red eyes, exuding a strong beastly aura on Mo Ji's huge and muscular body.
And on the opposite side of the Ninth Master, on that empty high slope, there were thousands of angels wearing heavy armor and solemn expressions.
The strength of the angels is very strong, and the lowest is the strength of the sixth-level demon, and the general has the strength of the seventh-level demon, and the individual angels have the strength of the eighth-level demon, or even close to the strength of the ninth-level demon.
If these angels in front of you were placed on the surface world, they would be an invincible army!
Even the weakest angel is a well-deserved powerhouse in the surface world, but here they are just the most ordinary and ordinary members of this terrifying army.
Each angel was wearing a standard silver-white heavy armor, and held a similar lightsaber in his hand, which was a weapon condensed from a high concentration of light elements, comparable to a laser weapon, with a scorching heat that melted everything!
Thousands of angels gathered neatly, looking like an invincible legion.