Eighty-six: The Seventeenth Sorcerer

Thinking that this appraisal skill might be useful in the future, he chose to confirm the exchange.

After the recent campaign and slaughter, the barbarians had grown suspicious even of their own people. If our army remained here, how could they possibly trust us? This was the third of the three things that must not be done.

Le Jin led a thousand men in a feigned assault on the front trench, providing cover for Li Zheng’s unit; after all, the main task of the Detachment Camp was to eliminate the eighteen arrow towers.

Upon hearing this, Bai Sen also furrowed his brows—this issue clearly perplexed him as well.

Though with the strength of these two ancient fiend soul fragments, if there were suitable corpses, they would make fine material for forging an external incarnation, but even if such corpses existed, he was in no mood for it.

Although reality and games differ to a certain extent, one flaw of Ouroboros is indisputable—the cumbersome slowness brought by its massive form, a weakness common to all giant creatures, just as Bai Sen experienced after his own transformation.

These two wisps, finer than a strand of hair, felt to Bai Sen far stronger than all his previous magical power combined—at least twice as much, revealing the terrifying nature of this power of sin.

When he reappeared, the mountainous fiend body of the Bull-Headed Ancient Demon was framed by a massive golden dragon, claws outstretched and fangs bared, which, in that instant, flashed into solid form behind him.

Li Mao turned to look at Lili, who was beaming with pride, and said, “It’s all right, I’m willing to stay in that room. Auntie, please take me there now!” With that, Li Mao followed Aunt Xu towards the dormitories.

Seeing such massive beasts flying overhead, many Bone Tribe people fell to their knees in terror, bowing their heads in worship.

Taking advantage of Zhou Zheng’s distraction, Bilups quickly launched a sneak attack, using his powerful build to pressure Zhou Zheng.

Lost in thought, he suddenly heard a few knocks on the door, and then it swung open as Sun Hongda strode inside.

Facing the sword that seemed capable of burning everything to ash, he did not even draw his own sword. He merely raised a hand in the direction from which the flames came.

Unlike before, when his eyes were bright and lively, Zhang Jingchi’s gaze was now vacant as he glanced at me. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he said nothing.

I opened my mouth, about to provoke Zhang Jingchi even further, when a series of unhurried knocks sounded from outside.

This barren, cracked earth gave the illusion of having been scorched by the sun, but in truth, the temperature was comfortable, even tinged with the chill of autumn winds.

Upon seeing Zhang Niu Jiao and Chu Feiyan, Han Nuo’s previously anxious heart finally settled.

“Sorry, Designer Lin. We were just bored and had nothing else to do,” the familiar worker hastily explained.

Inside Huasheng Temple, the players had been reduced to mere spectators. They had no intention of joining the battle—indeed, even if they wished to, they lacked the strength.

Watching Huang Hongbing’s cautious expression, Mu Feng sensed that he cared deeply for Qin Xiaofeng.

From high above, it looked as though a colossal abyssal black hole had been gouged into the Earth—a watermelon with a gaping pit scooped from its center.

Mu Feng and the others looked closely and indeed saw that the flesh around Li Chensha’s wound was visibly regenerating at a speed the naked eye could perceive.

There were no main quests on the map of Xuanbing Fortress, and even side quests were pitifully scarce. In his previous life, Qin Haonan had hardly ever trained here and thus knew little about this snowy expanse.

“We’ll keep moving inward—the number of rat demons will increase, but not by much. Stick to the same tactics, and don’t break formation. Don’t worry about the level gap; we have numbers on our side and even high-level contract beasts. It won’t be a problem,” Qin Haonan said, and the group pressed on.

I muttered a curse to myself, thinking how foolish these two were. No matter how hard they tried, could two legs really outrun a van?

Long Jingyu’s sudden appearance left me like someone who couldn’t swim, flailing in the river and waiting for someone’s rescue. If no one came, I would simply become another drowned soul.

Twelve years old and already on the verge of igniting the ninth lamp? Some of the new disciples outside the arena hadn’t even reached the first stage, and they were already well into their teens—yet at twelve, he was approaching the ninth.

If there’s any difference between the two, perhaps it’s that between Tian Biqiang and King Qin Si, there was no King Wei of Qi. In any case, warfare in the Warring States era—shifting from the ritualized battles of the Spring and Autumn period to today’s strategy and deception—was fully displayed in this campaign.

“Uncle Zhai, let me introduce you. This is my newly sworn brother, Qin Bin, whom I just mentioned,” Bai Zuwu said respectfully, giving a brief introduction.

After returning from the military academy, it wasn’t long before three signal cannons sounded atop the city walls, the gates swung open, and the drawbridge was lowered. From within, a troop rode out bearing flags emblazoned with the character “Yu.”

“Just water,” Miao Qianqian said softly, walking over to the sofa and sitting down. She glanced around the office, which was at least twenty square meters. The decor wasn’t lavish, but everything was orderly and efficient.

“Yes, Brother Yan!” Huang Jingxiang responded, then turned and gave Mu Bi a suspicious look. He knew what kind of person Mu Bi was—a hypocrite at best, certainly not a good sort. Yet today he was so courteous to Jing Yan and himself. Had he taken the wrong medicine and learned to tell right from wrong?

Soon, the two arrived before Master Jade Cauldron, and Yang Jian led Jingwei to pay their respects.

At this moment, Gu Qingfeng deftly tried to steer the conversation, asking about Qin Yuan’s reasons for coming to Xingzhou. Qin Yuan’s answers were vague, providing not a single clue. For now, it seemed his purpose was merely to visit relatives.

“Don’t be afraid, Ma Huiling. It’s all right,” Liu Zhao told her, knowing this was no time to lose his composure, as that would only make things worse.

“You were just trapped by the cold air of the heavens, and nearly lost your life,” the Heavenly Emperor said slowly, lowering Guanyin Bodhisattva from his arms.