Chapter 42: Golden Tower Murder, Half Moon Battle Formation [Third Update]
The Gray Wolf Warrior has a distinguished background.
Every Canglang warrior is an elite warrior in the tribe.
The Desert Wolf is so huge that it can crush a person's head with one bite.
Each wolf tooth is like a dagger.
He is unruly, cruel and eccentric!
Only the most elite warriors in the tribe can tame it.
In a Huangsha tribe, an average of hundreds of Huangsha warriors die every year in the attempt to tame the Cang Wolf.
Even though the casualty rate remains high, these tribal warriors still flock to it.
With the Gray Wolf mount, even chiefs and priests will pay you respect.
Moreover, the Wolf Warrior below is not young.
Obviously he has a lot of experience.
There is also a necklace made of human heads hanging under the wolf head, which are all his trophies.
Just one look at it is enough to make people feel terrified.
No one dared to make a sound.
Try to hold your breath as much as possible and lie on the back of the sand dune.
It and the wolf walked to the entrance of the temple and inspected the surroundings.
After confirming that there was nothing unusual around, he walked into the temple.
"Captain Zong, who is this Yellow Sand Warrior? There's a strong sense of oppression from it!"
A young girl beside him started to feel her heart beat faster after just one look.
"I don't know, but judging from his appearance, he must be a senior Canglang warrior."
"An ordinary Canglang warrior has the strength equivalent to that of a fifth-level master in the realm of nourishing qi and nurturing soul."
"This person has a strong murderous aura all over his body. He is at least a massacrer of thousands of people. It is estimated that his strength is not lower than the sixth stage of the Dharma Realm, the Soul-gathering Foundation Establishment Realm!"
Zong Ze speculated seriously.
There was no sign of relaxation on his face.
Just as he expected.
As expected, there are experts guarding the rear.
This experience is destined to be extremely difficult.
However, the Gray Wolf warriors of the Yellow Sand Clan are powerful.
But if I fight with all my strength, I am confident that I can kill it within a quarter of an hour!
Apart from it, the rest of the Yellow Sand Clan team is not worth mentioning, so just leave it to others!
The action is slightly risky though.
But the chances of success are still very high.
"Everyone, start unloading your luggage, take your weapons, and get ready. In half an hour, we will charge into the Golden Pagoda Temple!"
"Don't fight too long. After killing all the Yellow Sand Tribe, do your best to collect the Sand Silica Scimitars, and let those slaves escape on their own."
"Except for the Sand Silica Scimitar, burn all the rest!"
"This is a 10-zhang-level golden pagoda temple. We must fight quickly and decisively, otherwise it won't take long before the 100-zhang-level temple behind them will come to support us!"
"So, we must fight quickly and decisively, and not waste any time!"
Everyone felt the seriousness of the situation and nodded in agreement.
After unloading all the luggage and replenishing some water, we began to prepare for the battle.
"Get ready, everyone, let's go!"
"Follow my steps!"
Zong Ze gave an order.
Leading the way across the dunes, he sped along along the shadows.
The patrolling sentries roaming around were easily killed.
Without any delay, they entered the Golden Pagoda Temple.
There are many passages inside. Just as you enter the gate, there are five or six intersections where you need to choose.
On both sides are stone carvings of human heads and animal bodies and faintly burning torches.
It gives people a depressing feeling.
If you stay for a long time, it is inevitable that some psychological trauma will appear.
Fortunately, the "tongue" that everyone caught before described the internal structure of the temple, which was real.
Under the leadership of Zong Ze, the group took many twists and turns and finally reached the center of the Golden Pagoda Temple.
Here, there is a material warehouse.
Those human slaves had brought the supplies here before.
Baskets of strategic materials were piled up like mountains.
Everyone was very excited and began to search the warehouse, picking out the sand silicon scimitars and carrying them on their backs with cloth strips.
Zong Ze didn't move.
He stood there, looking around.
The food supplies of the Huangsha tribe are mostly dried meat made from the meat of ferocious desert beasts.
A few were grains grown by human slaves.
The entire warehouse had a faint salty odor, very much like military boots that had been worn for several months.
What was even more strange was that there wasn't a single Huangsha guard inside or outside the entire warehouse, let alone any human slaves.
Where did the more than one hundred slaves and forty Yellow Sand Warriors go?
Zong Ze's nostrils twitched slightly, and his expression became increasingly ugly.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air.
“Pah!”
A drop of thick blood dripped from the top of his head.
Fell to the ground.
Everyone looked up and was immediately frightened out of their wits!
The top of their heads is the spire of the Golden Pagoda Temple.
That height of several dozen feet.
A huge rope ran through it.
There was a long string of corpses hanging like grasshoppers.
These people are the human slaves from before!
Zong Ze's pupils suddenly shrank and his expression became extremely nervous.
"Oh no, there's a scam here, everyone run away!"
He shouted loudly and ran away.
"Hehe, you're just running away now, don't you think it's too late?"
"Is it too late?"
"Is it too late?"
“Huh!”
A burst of wild laughter came from outside the warehouse, and the sound echoed repeatedly in the claustrophobic space, sounding extremely weird.
Then, countless torches suddenly lit up on the spire where the corpse was hanging.
The distorted firelight completely illuminated the entire warehouse.
Casting the shadow of the corpse on the ground.
At the door, four shadows appeared, one big and three small.
The big one among them should be the Canglang warrior!
"Damn it, it's a trick. Everyone, move closer to me and form a half-moon battle formation!"
Upon hearing this, everyone drew their swords and gathered around Zong Ze.
The blades were facing outwards, with Zongze as the center, forming a crescent shape and aiming at the door.
The battle formation is complete.
Everyone's temperament changed.
With a sense of iron and blood.
The shape is the same as the whole.
After forming up into battle array, they had obviously transformed from a scattered group of soldiers into a force that could not be underestimated.
In their hearts.
Captain Zong Ze is the backbone.
He is a genius among his generation.
He is a future general in the Immortal Dynasty.
Although this training failed, as long as we follow the captain's pace closely, we will be able to break out safely.
This is a kind of worshipful trust.
But Zong Ze was not so relaxed.
Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead.
He held the elite broadsword tightly in one hand.
One hand touched the Sumeru mustard seed belt around his waist.
"Everyone, follow me in a bloody battle!"
"war!"
At this time we have to make every effort and never let our morale slacken.
At this time, four shadows outside also walked in.
The leader was the Canglang warrior that everyone had seen outside before.
Behind it, a divine eagle priest wearing a white robe and holding a flail walked in, along with a warrior with oil paint on his face and holding a long-handled fan-shaped axe made of sand silicon.
The other shadow did not move, standing at the doorway, unable to hide.
Judging from his figure, he is actually a human? !
(End of this chapter)
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