Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 80

"What happened to Yuanmen?!"

"Someone is dead!"

People near the gate were shouting and neighing, and there was chaos. A chief brought people over and saw the dead archer and the wooden man outside the gate who had been hacked. After coming over, immediately send someone to inform the high priest.

As soon as the soldiers left, he immediately led his subordinates to the sentry tower to prevent the Jin army from attacking. Now he probably understands that there is a cultivator in the opposite Jin army who is different from the Tianshi Mansion, and he dares to directly cast spells against them. fight.

That's the feeling of changing shape in offense and defense.

"Let the clansmen go back. It's nothing to see. A soldier was accidentally injured by one of his own people. Let them all go back to their tents and the high priest will deal with it!"

The chief took people to clean up the corpses and wooden figures, and when the high priest was waiting for the arrival, a group of Yue soldiers who were watching from a distance got the order and went back to their respective tents suspiciously.

"How can a good person be accidentally injured?"

"Maybe it's too dark and I misread the wrong person."

"Can't speak to solve the misunderstanding?"

Two people returned to the leather felt tent, and while they were chatting, one of them suddenly stopped speaking, as if he had a familiar feeling. He raised his face subconsciously, and saw a wooden figure standing there blankly behind the fence facing away from the tent.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing him in a daze, the companion next to him followed his gaze and looked over: "When was there a wooden man who looked like you, haha!"

"Don't be kidding, I always feel weird when I look at it!" The barbarian turned his head and shouted at his companions, but when he looked again, he felt that the wooden man seemed to have moved half a foot towards them, "It seems to be moving verb: move."

The companion next to him also looked at it, but he didn't feel any difference.

"You must be dazzled, sleep, and tomorrow I will pick a Han woman from the captives to vent your strength, and everything will be fine."

"Perhaps so."

When the two were chatting and laughing, they crouched and walked into the tent. Behind the wooden pillar of the fence, the dark wooden man standing upright moved slowly, turned around the fence and approached the tent soundlessly.

There are usually four to six people in the Yuejie tent. When the two came in, the rest of the tribe had already fallen asleep. The moment they took off their fur coats and lay down, the two suddenly opened their eyes and looked at each other.

Then, they propped themselves up together, and instinctively looked at the side next to the head, a straight figure was cast on the tent with the reflection of the bonfire in the distance.

'The wooden man just now? '

A strange feeling slowly grew in the hearts of the two of them.The next moment, the tent broke open with a hiss, and a chubby wooden hand pierced through it, hitting the face of the similar-looking barbarian, tearing his skin apart, and pounced on the sleeping clansman.

The sudden sound and screams made everyone in the tent wake up. Some people instinctively took the weapons beside them, but they saw a wooden figure behind the torn leather felt, and everyone was dumbfounded.

However, someone still slashed over with a knife, and directly chopped off the wooden man's head.

In an instant, there was only a scream, and the beaten barbarian rolled over on the ground twice, his head was severed from the neck, and the spewed blood stained the floor red.

"This... this... what's going on?"

At the same time as someone shouted in surprise, there was also a scream of "Ah—" in the distance. Several people in the tent rushed out of the tent, and saw a tent a few meters away was on fire. In the fire, a wooden man Standing on the spot with flames all over his body, and on fire with him, there was another man rolling on the ground, trying to call for help from the nearest clansman, crying and crawling over.

The chiefs of the various ministries were alarmed, and they rode their horses and led people towards the tent where the accident happened. However, such things happened almost one after another in the barracks that stretched for more than ten miles. put.

"Don't attack the wooden man!"

Some people have experienced the incident at the gate and shouted loudly, but some wooden figures were still cut off, and those who were chased died instantly.There are also those who let it go, or just use spears to separate the wooden men, but the wooden men are so powerful and fast that they can't stop them at all. They chase after them, kill the same-looking people, and then become one plain wood.

For a moment, the entire camp was panicked, and wherever they passed, there were people with weapons on guard everywhere.

The high priest came with the only two remaining gray sheep priests. On the way, he also heard what happened from the soldiers. He happened to see a wooden figure blocked by several soldiers with leather shields.

Immediately, reciting the formula, a few steps passed, and the stick was touched on the wooden man's forehead. However, the spell controlled by the wood spirit passed and was transferred to the similar-looking soldier in an instant. The spell was different and caused great harm to the human body. Before the soldier had time to shout, he trembled and fell to the ground, with buds of branches sprouting from the skin and flesh, and flowers bloomed.

The high priest's face was so ugly that even he couldn't cure it, let alone the gray sheep priest.

In the barracks, the miserable screams and angry screams lasted for a long time before they gradually quieted down. The chiefs and chiefs counted the casualties, and more than 300 people died in this attack.

Looking at the number of casualties, the high priest's face turned blue, and he squeezed out a stiff smile to reassure the chiefs of the tribes.

"This is the 'gift' that the Han people of the Jin Kingdom used magic to retaliate. Most likely they were angry at the big gift we sent during the day. The more angry the better, it shows that they care about their people."

That's what he said, but he didn't dare to show the horror in his heart.After all, this kind of Taoism, he has basically never seen such a spell in the collection of Taoism in the south of the Jin Kingdom.

'There are so many spells in the Central Plains, how did they create these spells? '

Thinking of this, he glanced around, and the faces of the soldiers and chieftains were full of panic. This kind of spell is too weird, it can't be cut by a knife, it can't be done by water or fire, and it will touch himself. If you leave it alone, the wooden man He will also come to kill himself.

Simply incomprehensible...

Over there, the high priest seemed to see that they were worried, and warned:
"This technique of the Han people seems terrifying, but the conditions for casting it are absolutely harsh. Otherwise, why would there be only more than 300 casualties? Don't worry about it. I also warn the people below not to reveal their names at will, even if they are captured and beaten to death!"

"High priest, why is this?"

"Those wooden men who have the same appearance as the tribe must have a connection between the two, but the Han people don't know the details of our soldiers, but they can cast spells. I am afraid that the captured tribesmen revealed their names, so they can cast spells based on their names. People came to attack and crush our morale."

The high priest with a green cloth on his head wanted to touch the eagle feather subconsciously, but he retracted his half-raised hand, "Right now, a long-term confrontation is not good for us. If there is a disturbance tonight, morale will definitely be low. If it continues, there will be no need to fight It's... I mean, take advantage of this time to attack the opponent's camp at night, and kill anyone by surprise!"

Someone frowned: "At this time?"

"If you suspect it yourself, then the other party must not have expected that we will attack at night at this time, go down and prepare!"

"Yes!"

A group of big and small chiefs and captains clenched their fists and pressed their chests and bowed to exit the tent. The high priest walked to the tent, looked at the night sky in the south, and narrowed his eyes.

"If you can't win with magic, then I'll find it on the battlefield!"

He twitched the half eagle feather held between his fingertips, and murmured while gnashing his teeth.

……

The night passed quietly.

Before the sky turned green, there were dull movements in the Yuejie camp that had already calmed down. Soldiers led their horses to assemble, and silently rolled onto their horses.

Amidst the howling of wolves in the distance, the black cavalry group undulated like a wave, slowly gathering in the field with knives and spears, and divided into several groups to march quietly into the night.

at the same time.

In the camp of the Jin Kingdom, the last ashes fell from the burnt Jiangzhen Incense. Chen Yuan withdrew the spell with a tired face. His eyelids twitched faintly, feeling that something was about to happen.

"If it were Qin, he would take advantage of this time to attack at night to save the army's morale."

In the carriage, Qin Qiong woodcarving opened his eyes, and Yuchi beside him nodded with a smile.

"Soldiers are impermanent, water is impermanent, as it should be!"

Guan Gong's wooden carving stroked his beard and didn't speak, which was his tacit consent.

　There are still two chapters, which will be put at five or six o'clock, and around seven or eight o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)