Low sirens sounded in the caverns of the Black Mountain mines, and a blinding red light flickered.
Countless Terran slaves who were wielding tools to dig ore straightened up, dropped their weapons in their hands, and looked at the place where the alarm came from with a subtle expression.
A large group of spirit slaves pushed a load of baggage carts through the mines, on which were stacked a set of fine armor, a sharp weapon, and a large number of strong bows and arrows.
There were even a large number of Terran wands stacked on these baggage carts, most of which were made of the bones of various fierce beasts, exuding powerful magic power fluctuations, and many of them seemed to have a premonition of bloody breath and were beating restlessly.
Among the Terran slave laborers, those witch sacrifices that have been inherited by the Terran witchcraft, or the Terran witch sacrifices whose tribes have been broken by slave hunters and become slaves themselves, these powerful wizards who are proficient in witchcraft have come out of the crowd.
They chanted incantations, and their bodies were either swirled with ghostly fire, or the wind was blowing, or all kinds of strange sounds came from their bodies.
Those witch wands suddenly jumped, and they flew towards these witch sacrifices one after another, corresponding to the aura of magic power that best matched their own attributes.
The witch priests held the wand tightly, and the powerful magic power poured into the wand, and their magic power gushed out from their bodies frantically, turning into lightning, thunder, fire, poisonous mist, and yin wind around them circling and dancing wildly.
There are also a large number of witchcraft-blessed robes, witchcraft helmets made of the skeletons of various beasts of prey and birds of prey, and all kinds of strange witch talismans and other things flying towards these witch sacrifices.
They were soon dressed in full witchcraft gear, armed to the teeth.
A set of heavy armor was distributed, and the miners put on their armor, helmets, combat boots, spears and swords, and strong bows and crossbows, and the originally defenseless and ragged miners immediately became fully armed elite warriors.
There was also a large group of pharmacists running nervously in the crowd, and they handed the potions to some of the big men among the miners who were obviously much bigger than the clansmen.
These big men drank the potion, and the toxins used by the alien race to seal their power were quickly dissolved, and powerful breaths erupted one after another, and the sound of blood boiling like a great river suddenly sounded in the mine.
The Witch King, and even the Witch Emperor-level mine slaves raised their weapons and raised their heads to the sky and let out a joyful whistling sound.
In the mines, which are as dense as spider webs and thousands of times more complex than a labyrinth, there are many hidden places, and some Terran powerhouses who have been hiding for many years have quietly walked out of their hiding places.
These Terran powerhouses were born in the mines, their elders never gave up their efforts to escape from the mines, they were trained as the most brutal warriors from an early age, and they were provided with the most adequate food rations, and many of them were strong.
These people who were born in the mines and have lived in the mines all their lives, and their only ideal is to lead their clansmen out of this dark hell The Terran powerhouses gathered together tacitly, they put on armor, picked up weapons, and quickly gathered with their own people.
"Patriarch bless, this time we must leave this damn place, this time, we will let those alien demons pay for their blood debts" An old witch priest with gray hair who was already so old that he could be broken into a piece of bone at any time held a witch staff, and exuded a chilling terrifying pressure around him.
"With the blessing of the ancestors, so that those of us who are old and immortal can return to the ancestral land, so that our souls can enjoy the offerings of future generations in the ancestral temple.
Even if I die, I will die where our ancestors lived.
Another old witch priest chattered: "Grandpa's grandfather told me that we are the noble clansmen of the Youxiong clan, we are the descendants of the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor, and we will eventually return to that hot land." ” "Ancestor bless, our ancestors are from the Western Wilderness Gluttonous Department.
We have been here for generations, and we all want to return to the Western Wilderness, and even if we die, we want to see our ancestral land before we die.
Another old witch priest whispered: "The blessing of the two patriarchs will make our wish come true, so that our children and grandchildren can live freely in our ancestral land." ” Everywhere was the sound of the patriarch's blessing prayers, and there were many spirit slaves in the crowd who reverently held portraits of the flower and wood people.
From time to time, Terran slaves knelt down to their portraits and worshipped, and countless Terran slaves who were extremely devout faintly had a distorted light gushing out above their heads, quickly converging into a frenzy of faith and submerging into the void.
The mine was full of Terran slaves who prayed and worshipped sincerely, and hundreds of Taoists in long robes and long hair mixed in with the crowd, their bodies trembling slightly, and their faces turned red with excitement.
The vast power of faith pierced through the void and converged on the Ikebana and Wood Dao people.
There is only a trace of insignificant faith power poured into the bodies of these Taoists, and it is this trace of faith power that has given these Taoists great benefits.
They suddenly found that their primordial spirit had become more solidified, their Dao heart had become more stable, and their thinking had become more flexible.
For a long, long time, the confusion of the Great Dao that had plagued them and they could not advance was suddenly solved, and their understanding of the wonders of heaven and earth suddenly rose to a higher level.
Their bodies trembled slightly, powerful mana surged in their bodies, and suddenly a Taoist laughed: "Ancestor bless" A golden air flow rushed out from the top of this person's head, turning into a golden Qingyun with a radius of several acres above his head, a golden lotus bloomed on Qingyun, and the powerful mana fluctuations blew the bodies of the surrounding Terran miners to sway.
An elderly Taoist hurriedly scolded: "Restraint, restraint, you can't show the slightest abnormality at this moment, quickly restrain yourself."
The Daoists forcibly endured the ecstasy in their hearts, and they suppressed the breath in their bodies one after another, and resisted the urge to break through the realm.
They also selected some armor from the baggage carts to wear on their bodies, mixed in with the ranks of the miners, and ran forward along the spacious cavern.
Below the City of Domination, the leaders of the Glory Juggernaut such as Yamotian looked at the warriors pouring in from the exits in all directions.
The elite of the Jia tribe in the brigade, the large group of Yan warriors, and countless armed Terran warriors.
They lined up in a neat line, one after another around Yemoti and the others.
"Boss, over the years, we've thrown a lot of money here."
A young man of the Yu tribe came to Yemotian's side and muttered, "The miners in the Black Mountain Mine, what they eat and drink on weekdays is better than the daily life of ordinary people in Liangzhu City.
Good wine, good meat, and good potions to help them improve their strength, we have spent a lot of money. ” "We promise that as long as they obey our orders, they will all become free people in the future," muttered the young man of the Yu tribe, "These guys are now our most loyal thugs" Yemotian looked at the Terran warriors around him with great energy, he waved his arm vigorously, and shouted: "You lowly natives, I allow you to follow my glory from today onwards, you are me, the direct pro-army of the great Lord Yamotian." ” "I give you the name of the Juggernaut Legion" is to be continued
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