"Whatever their purpose, their true colors will eventually be revealed. Let's move forward and see what it is that dares to set its sights on us." Luo Cheng slammed his silver spear on the ground and said domineeringly.
“It’s very inconvenient in the fog, let me lead the way,” Bu Fang said.
"Okay." Everyone knows that although Bu Fang is blind, his hearing and intuition are even stronger, so it is most suitable for him to lead the way.
"Watch my signals and act accordingly."
Although he understood that the man's real intention was simply to pay attention to his expression, Qin Mu inexplicably felt like laughing. Fortunately, he knew it was wrong and clenched his teeth tightly, suppressing his laughter, though his face was somewhat distorted.
Luo Cheng and Bu Mang followed behind Bu Fang, Lu Ce and Qin Mu were in the middle, and the other three brought up the rear. The group continued forward.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed discovered that something was amiss. Normally, there would be a cacophony of birdsong in the early morning, but now, apart from the sound of horses' hooves, the surroundings were completely silent.
"Watch out!" Bu Fang and Luo Cheng shouted at the same time, brandishing their weapons.
Almost simultaneously, Lu Ce and his three companions also brandished their weapons and surrounded Qin Mu.
Luo Cheng used a spear, Lu Ce used a horizontal sword, and Bu Fang and his five companions, all wielding double curved swords, blocked all the incoming arrows to Qin Mu's astonishment.
"Who are you, you coward! You only dare to launch sneak attacks, but you don't dare to come out and fight your Grandpa Luo for three hundred rounds!" Luo Cheng shouted angrily while parrying.
"Those surnamed Luo deserve to die even more! None of them will escape today!" A sharp voice rang out from the mist, filled with resentment and anger.
"Left!" Bu Fang shouted, tilting his head slightly. At the same time, the curved blade in his right hand flew out of his grasp.
Before Bu Fang could finish speaking, his brothers, who were following him, simultaneously threw out their curved knives in perfect unison.
As the scimitar flew out, several screams came from the mist. Then, the scimitar actually flew back and was caught by the group.
Despite the tense atmosphere, Qin Mu still admired how well they had mastered the boomerang.
However, Qin Mu was too happy too soon. Although screams came from the mist, the number of arrows fired did not decrease at all, and half of the warhorses fell due to inadequate protection.
“Something’s not right. There must be some kind of secret technique involved!” Lu Ce said in a deep voice.
“There’s a foul smell, it’s from the beastmen!” Bu Fang continued.
"Young master! It's up to you now," Lu Ce said, turning his head slightly.
“Me!” Qin Mu said, pointing to himself.
"Um!"
"What should I do?" Qin Mu asked, somewhat at a loss. He had never fought before, and this was an invisible enemy. He had no idea where to start. If Lu Ce hadn't been standing in front of him, Qin Mu estimated that he would have been riddled with holes.
"The righteous spirit, so vast and unyielding, is the nemesis of all anomalies and secret techniques," Lu Ce said rapidly.
"Oh, oh!" Qin Mu nodded repeatedly, finally realizing that he was no longer powerless.
Seeing that Luo Cheng and the others could only defend and had no way to counterattack, he dared not be negligent. He reached into his robes, took out the scroll on the right, and remembered that Luo Yi had said that it only needed to be activated with divine sense. He immediately held it in front of him, his eyes narrowed, and he mobilized his divine sense to rush towards the scroll.
As Qin Mu moved, the precious scroll he held in his hands suddenly emitted a milky white light that swept across the sky and the entire area under his eyes was filled with righteous energy.
It seemed like a long time, yet also very fast, as the milky-white aura of righteous power dissipated, revealing a dense formation of over a thousand cavalrymen ahead. Some of these cavalrymen carried bows and arrows, while others wielded swords, spears, and halberds. Surrounding them were a pack of hunting dogs of the same color, their bodies bowed and heads lowered, seemingly ready to attack their prey at any moment.
As the mist dissipated, hundreds of people stood there dumbfounded. This was the first time Qin Mu had ever seen the beastmen. In fact, they were not much different from humans, with their faces covered in patterns, much like the Tu tribes he remembered.
The beastmen were stunned by the sudden turn of events, holding their bows and arrows, unsure of what to do.
The soldiers, formed from the aura of righteous indignation, did not stand idly by; they launched their attack without a word. Some charged forward on horseback, while others drew their bows and fired arrows. A deluge of milky-white arrows rained down upon the orcs.
Dozens of hunting dogs pounced from both sides, and not only that, eagles in the sky also bared their talons and swooped down.
Qin Mu never expected that the precious scroll would create such a grand spectacle, like watching a 3D war movie. Tense and exciting.
The soldiers conjured by the scroll moved with the fluidity of flowing water, wiping out all the hundreds of orcs.
Finally, the falcon took off, and the hounds scattered like hunters searching for prey. After a while, the soldiers stretched out their arms, brandishing their weapons. Although no sound was uttered, everyone knew they were happy.
Watching the soldiers disappear one by one into the air, Qin Mu and the others finally snapped out of their shock.
If it weren't for the blood and gore on the ground, Qin Mu would have truly thought it was just a hallucination. Fortunately, he had been trying to overcome this unpleasant situation beforehand, so although his emotions were churning, he didn't actually vomit.
"I never imagined that the first use of the precious scroll would be so impressive. It's no less powerful than the work of a great Confucian scholar," Luo Cheng exclaimed.
“Yes! I also thought it was some great scholar who made the move.” Lu Ce nodded and said, then looked at Qin Mu with a strange gaze. He still couldn’t believe that all of this was done by this frail young man in front of him.
"Even after seeing it many times, I am still amazed by the methods of Confucianism!" Bu Mang exclaimed.
"Alright! Stop marveling, let's see what kind of enemy it is first. Orcs actually appearing here, things are definitely not that simple," Luo Cheng reminded him.
Everyone obeyed Luo Cheng's words, except for Bu Fang, who stayed where he was and everyone else went over.
Qin Mu, curious about the appearance of the orcs, followed them over.
“It’s the porcupine tribe! A branch of the Mohe pig,” Luo Cheng said in a deep voice.
On the ground were a group of human faces with natural markings, except that their hair was very long, and even in death, each hair was like a pine needle, thick and upright.
"Their hair is their killer move; it can be released in an instant, like an arrow, and it's hard to dodge at close range," Lu Ce explained to Qin Mu.
"Tsk tsk! It's a pity they all died before they could be used." Bu Mang said with a mocking smile.
"What a pity, such a powerful scroll wasted on these trash. Young Master, you only needed to use your own righteous energy to break through the fog, and we could have wiped them all out," Lu Ce sighed.
"Hindsight is 20/20!" Qin Mu rolled his eyes speechlessly. He had no idea, otherwise why would he have been willing to use the precious scroll?
"Hehe, if we don't use the precious scroll, it will be really difficult to wipe them all out. Come and see what this is?" Luo Cheng's voice rang out from the front.
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