Nightwatcher

The sound of the desolate horn spread throughout the mountains and plains, awakening the sleeping city.

As the head altar of the Sorcerer God Sect, the population of Jingshan City is close to 500,000, and there are monks who follow the wizarding system all over the city.

There are only 25,000 defenders, which is really weak for a city with a population of 500,000. .

But this is not that the Witch God Cult has insufficient troops, but that it is unnecessary.

This is the main altar of the Sorcerer Sect. There are sculptures of the Sorcerer God, there is a rank of great wizards, and there are a large number of masters who follow the wizarding system. There are also huge warriors.

It is no exaggeration to say that Jingshan City's defense force and overall strength are no worse than that of Dafengjing City.

The 20,000 defenders stationed in the barracks in the city swarmed out, the 6,000 cavalry, and the 14,000 infantry, from the generals to the soldiers, were all at a loss.

Who is so bold as to dare to attack Jingshan City?

Throughout the history books, there has been no war in Jingshan City since the birth and preaching of Witchcraft in the Northeast in ancient times.

The 20,000 troops walked along the opened road, bypassed the peak of Jingshan Mountain, and arrived at the seaside amidst the dust.

A streak of black light flew up from the city, like a dense meteor, passing over the peaks of Jingshan Mountain, and landed on the coast.

The wizards, headed by the city lord Nalan Yan, gazed into the distance and saw twenty huge warships breaking through the waves on the sea far away.

Nalan Yan is eight feet tall, with a bushy beard covering half of his face, brown hair with natural curls, and a master of both wuwu and martial arts.

This city lord is a pinnacle wizard of the fourth rank, and also a warrior of the pinnacle of the fourth rank. He is only half a step away from crossing the threshold of "immortals" and becoming a master of the third rank with a long lifespan.

Nalan Yan has another layer of identity. The Witch God Sect has three Linghui wizards (third rank) and one great wizard (first rank). The three Linghui are the national teachers of Jingkangyan and the Three Kingdoms, and they are not in the main altar on weekdays.

But the great wizard was obsessed with shepherding and lived a life of idle clouds and wild cranes.

The lord of Jingshan City was originally a second-rank rain master, but during the Battle of Shanhaiguan, that second-rank rain master was lured into the enemy by Wei Yuan and joined forces with the Buddhist arhats to kill him.

Nalan Yan was the son of that second-grade Rain Master.

The morning sun was rising, and the sea surface was rippling with golden light. Nalan Yan squinted his eyes, looked deeply at the blue clothes on the bow, and suddenly showed a sneer.

In addition to wizards and defenders, there were also some people with varying levels of cultivation, but there was absolutely no shortage of masters. After a while, they arrived at the coast, but they didn't get close and watched from a distance.

These warriors are scattered people in Jingshan City. In Dafeng's words, they are people from the Jianghu.

"That's Dabong's warship"

"The one at the bow is Wei Yuan, right? That Tsing Yi is in line with Wei Yuan's legend."

"As expected of a military god, I heard that the Dafeng army led by him encountered tenacious resistance in the Yan Kingdom. At that time, I thought that Wei Yuan was nothing but that, who would have thought that he would directly break through from the sea."

"But it's courting death, isn't it?"

"Hey, Wei Yuan's move is brilliant, but my Witch God Cult has no flaws. Even if he is a military god, he can only be hard-pressed. It's a pity for these twenty warships."

The Jianghu scattered people talked about it with a relaxed expression, even with a smile, and their relaxation was justified.

The main altar of the Witch God Sect, Jingshan City, is adjacent to Wangyang, surrounded by the three kingdoms of Yan, Jing, and Kang. It has been around for thousands of years, whether it is the Central Plains, the North, or the largest Buddhist sect in Kyushu.

But did he come to the main altar of the Witch God Cult once?

Not once.

Why? Don't others know how to build ships to cross the sea?

Because of two words: Rain Master!

On the cliff of Jingshan Mountain, the great wizard Salun Agu, wearing a flaxen robe and holding a lamb in his arms, overlooks the warships sailing.

Inspired by the hemp-colored robe, strands of glass-colored energy swelled around him, extending towards the surrounding environment.

Gradually, he seemed to be integrated with the heaven and the earth, and Saren Agu gently blew out a breath.

This tone is like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger, turning into a terrible storm.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up on the calm sea, the blue sky was covered with overcast clouds, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain poured down.

The waves were surging layer upon layer, pushing higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye, the calm offshore sea was shrouded in a storm.

The twenty warships are huge in size, but in front of the force of nature, they appear fragile and small, like flat boats. With the ups and downs of the waves, sometimes the entire ship is thrown up and then smashed down heavily, splashing the turbulent waves.

On the deck, the cannons and bed crossbows overturned, and some were thrown into the ocean.

The crew and sailors hugged everything they could hold tightly to avoid the fate of falling into the ocean or crashing into hard objects such as masts and artillery.

The soldiers in the cabin were even more miserable. Sometimes they rolled to the left, sometimes to the right, and sometimes were thrown high and smashed down.

Because of the dense population, hundreds of soldiers died one after another in such a large-scale chaos.

And all of this is not worth mentioning about the fate they are about to encounter.

Their fate is: to be engulfed by raging waves at any time.

The second-rank wizard, known as the rain master, in ancient times, the climate was changeable. In times of drought, the human tribes in the Northeast would offer sacrifices to the Witch Gods and pray for their help.

After receiving the sacrifices, the wizards arranged a ceremony to pray for rain to the sky.

The wizard who presides over the ceremony is usually a second-rank wizard, or in other words, only a second-rank wizard is qualified to preside over the ceremony, so the second-rank wizard has the title of Rain Master.

In fact, praying for rain is only one of the means for second-rank wizards to manifest themselves.

The second rank of the wizard system, the real core ability is to borrow part of the power of heaven and earth through sympathy with heaven and earth.

Therefore, there are wizards of the second rank and above sitting in the main altar, and any enemy who tries to cross the sea is looking for a dead end.

The wizards and defenders looked at this scene quite relaxed, seeing that the Dafeng battleship was in danger like a weed in the rain.

And those Wufu Sanren laughed unscrupulously.

"Is this for war? No, it's for death."

"Is Wei Yuan nothing more than that? They all say how powerful he is. I saw you today, and that's it?"

"Hey, it's not bad to dare to cross the sea and fight to the main altar."

"The warship is full of armaments, bed crossbows, artillery, well-made armor and swords. After the destruction of the Dafeng fleet, we will go to sea to salvage and make a fortune."

At this moment, a sea tide surged up on the raging sea, covering the sky and the sun, and the snow-like tide of Yucheng surged to the sky, and the sound was like thunder, pushing towards the Dafeng Fleet layer by layer.

After gathering momentum for a long time, he finally launched his killer move.

No fleet in the world can survive the Great Wall-like tsunami, even if the battleship is engraved with formations.

How can a mere array method compete with the mighty power of nature?

"Aww"

Between heaven and earth, high-pitched roars echoed, one after another.

In the eyes of everyone, the tide that was supposed to destroy Gulaxiu seemed to freeze, and there was a pause for a few seconds. Then, it disintegrated, and collapsed with a bang, as if it had lost the strength to support itself.

Even though the tsunami, which was taller and longer than the city wall, did not hit, the force formed by its collapse still caused twenty warships to almost capsize.

On the coast, the masters, troops, and wizards of the Sorcerer Sect's forces looked around with slightly changed faces. They saw thick, scaly bodies protruding from the foamy sea from time to time.

The northern monster clan, the Jiao tribe!

The descendant of gods and demons, Jiaolong.

When the dragon goes ashore, it is called walking jiao, and when it enters the water, it is also called shark.

They are born masters of the water, they can manipulate water spirits, they can make waves and calm storms.

Looking around, there are hundreds of dragons riding the wind and waves, and the high-pitched and reverberating roars, almost all the dragons come out of the nest.

The turbulent sea suddenly became much more docile, but it was not completely calm.

The crackling downpour turned into a regular drizzle.

The two forces manipulating the water spirit wrestled to achieve a delicate balance.

"Jiaolong is from the Northern Monster Race."

"No wonder that Wei Yuan dared to cross the sea, so he relied on Jiaolong for help."

Nalan Yan's face darkened, and he said calmly: "No surprise, if he is not sure, he will not come. Tell the army to retreat, and stop the attack as soon as Feng's army lands."

As soon as this order was issued, a muffled sound came from the sea. A few seconds later, a deep crater exploded on the beach not far from everyone, and shrapnel and shock waves swept around.

More and more shells hit, attacking the defenders and wizards on the shore.

"Retreat, retreat immediately."

A general roared loudly, waved his flag, and ordered his soldiers to retreat.

As soon as he finished shouting, a cannonball fell right beside him, with a "boom", the flames expanded, and the general was blown out alive.

He wasn't dead yet, but the copper-skinned and iron-skinned body broke on the spot and was seriously injured.

This is the reason why Nalanyan asked the army to withdraw. The Dafeng warship is equipped with artillery and bed crossbows. It is powerful, has a long range, and has a large number. The end of guarding the coast is to be bombarded to death.

It was originally thought that the great wizard's spells could wipe out the entire battleship group, but the participation of the Flood Dragon Department made the Witch God Cult lose this advantage.

A better countermeasure right now is to withdraw the troops, and then use the mountain roads and forests that usually guard Jingshan City.

And this task can only be filled with the lives of the defenders. The battlefield is the home of the wizards. Unfortunately, this is not a battlefield, but the base camp of the wizards.

The most terrifying corpse soldier tactic is gone immediately.

The point is, even if a large number of corpse soldiers can be recruited as the war intensifies, these corpse soldiers are probably all from Jingshan City

This is the worst policy.

As for the best strategy, in Nalan Yan's view, it is actually simple. As long as the great wizard takes action and kills the Tsing Yi on the spot, the Dafeng army will have no leader, and the combat power will be directly reduced by half.

Wei Yuan is an ordinary person who has lost his cultivation.

Boom boom boom!

Cannonballs hit the coast one after another, and crossbow bolts dived into the ground one by one, causing huge damage to the Witch Army, and the scene fell into chaos.

The Dafeng battleship is like a broken bamboo, approaching the coast.

At the bow of the boat, the man in green clothes stood proudly, but his eyes were not on the people on the coast, but on the figure in the flaxen robe on the top of Jingshan Mountain.

One person is on the cliff, the sun is shining and the wind is beautiful.

Alone in the vast ocean, cloudy and rough.

The world seems to be divided into two distinct halves.

The two pairs of gentle eyes looked at each other from a distance.

At this moment, from the southwest direction, a black light came, stopped above the people of the Witch God Sect, and with a wave of his sleeve, dozens of shells flew out.

"Elder Irb"

The wizards breathed a sigh of relief. Their methods such as killing curses and controlling corpses could not be used against the Dafeng army from a distance, and wizards who were not good at defense could not even block the attack of artillery fire.

The fifth-rank Zhuji and the fourth-rank Dream Witch can summon the heroic soul of a warrior, turning himself into a warrior who can attack and kill Wushuang. But this is meaningless, because there must be more high-quality warriors on the Dafeng warship.

People are real warriors.

It's not that wizards are not strong enough, on the contrary, wizards are invincible on the battlefield with treacherous means, but the current situation makes wizards seem to have lost most of their specialties in an instant.

During the Battle of Shanhaiguan that year, many battles were lost for no reason, and many people still don't understand why they lost.

But now, the appearance of a third-rank wizard is enough to make up for all the shortcomings. There is an insurmountable gap between third-rank and fourth-rank.

Irbu stood condensed in the void, looking at the big Tsing Yi on the flagship, he frowned, took out three copper coins, and made a divination for himself, and the divination showed: Good luck!

He immediately put down his mind and ordered loudly: "Retreat, spread out and guard the official roads and forests. Every hundred people form a team, and each team is equipped with a wizard."

After giving the order, Irbu put away the copper coins, squeezed out a set of hand formulas with both hands at an extremely fast speed, and summoned an unreal phantom in the void, which froze on top of his head.

Irbu's blood was soaring, his muscles tore through his robe, and he turned into a giant several feet tall.

This giant controlled the black light, shot at the flagship, and shot at Wei Yuan.

On the deck, the soldiers turned their cannons and bed crossbows one after another, trying to stop Irb.

Cannonballs and crossbow bolts smashed into his body, and in front of a third-rank "Warrior", the shells and crossbow bolts couldn't hurt him at all.

At this moment, the anticipation and joy of the Witch God Sect were in stark contrast to the worry and anger of the Dafeng military.

The aura of a third-rank "Warfu" was like a sea tide, like a storm, and the blowing green robe was strongly encouraged, all the pressure seemed to be concentrated on Wei Yuan alone.

The man with gray sideburns and vicissitudes of life in his eyes finally raised his hand slightly.

strangled the giant's neck.

The five fingers exerted force suddenly, and with a "bang", the unreal phantom above the giant Irbu's head exploded directly.

"remarkably brave!"

Wei Yuan smiled gently.

PS: Although I complain that I am not good at writing fighting, but compared to those veteran masters who have been writing fighting professionally for more than ten years, they have specialization in art.