She Is Not a Witch

   Chapter 724

  The mountains at sunset.

  At this moment, the sky is getting darker, and in areas where the sun is already gloomy, the sky becomes deeper, like a thick and water-soaked cloth covering the top of the head layer after layer, gradually lowering, and constantly compressing the world.

On the ground, there are screaming and roaring demons everywhere. They have different forms. There are blood-red evil spirits, giant snakes with human faces, powerful ghosts with three sides and four hands, and layers in the sky, such as There are dense ghosts crowded like a school of fish, as well as the strange low-level monsters with various appearances.

  These monsters all come from the crevices between the underground and the sky. Part of it is natural evolution, and part of it is the corpses cultivated in Yan Luo Palace. They stretch their teeth and dance their claws, rubbing the black sharp hooks and teeth, and look forward with a low growl.

At the exit of the   Great Rift Valley, a soldier in a black and yellow armor stood on a low wall of gravel piled up with red scale shields arranged in close series. After that, the sharp spear was placed between the shields, aimed at the outside world, and the rear position continuously fired black locust-like crossbows, falling into the black turbulent herd.

  In the current situation, you don’t even need to aim, and you can shoot a demon if you go down with an arrow. However, even if one batch of demons is shot down, and the next batch of demons fills in, the number seems to be endless.

   "What's the situation." Tu Haoyang led several people out of the valley and came to the position at the mouth of the valley.

   "Master Hui, currently it can only be defensible. Although these monsters are average, there are too many." A military commander wearing dark copper armor replied with his fists.

  "Is it this way?"

  Tu Haoyang looked up, these monsters in the mountains and plains continued to gather from all over the country, and some of them would fly, preparing to rush into the valley. Fortunately, the dragon knights of those dynasties are very strong, and most of these invading demons can quickly beheaded.

  The red-scaled fire dragon roars in the sky, and the flame after suppressing the charge is like a substance, pouring down from the sky, burning many ferocious demons.

  Some of the powerful individuals were also enraged and began to fight back.

  32 evil eagles with brown-gray iron feathers fluttered in the sky, faster and faster, like a thick moving steel knife, cutting straight down from the sky from time to time. Splitting the atmosphere, scraping the fire dragon's body with scales, splashing blood.

   Although these evil eagles are not very good at cooperating, relying on the powerful strength of the Necromancer Sequence 6 and the number far exceeding their opponents, finally the dragon knights of these dynasties began to be colored, no longer directly crushing as before.

  Looking at the sky where the flames and afterimages collided and wandered, Tu Haoyang's eyes also became solemn.

  It is undeniable that the dragon knights of the dynasty have undergone rigorous training, and they control flying dragons and cooperate with each other to burst out powerful strength. But the current problem is that in strong and excellent fighters, physical strength is also limited.

  These dragon knights have basically not closed their eyes for two days to rest. If they continue, there will be a lot of casualties.

  For this, Tu Haoyang squeezed the hardwood rail in front of him, making difficult decisions in his mind.

  Now it is no more than 6 years ago. At that time, the sequence 5 dragon knights could only be considered reserve, and there was even a woven Sequence 7 dragon knight army in the dynasty.

  It's a pity that too many things have changed over the years. The Dragon Knights of Sequence 5 are now the most elite combat troops in the dynasty, and Sequence 6 is rare, and they are generally commanders of the Dragoon Legion.

  The commanding power of these characters is in the hands of the captains of the states, and even the state animal husbandry cannot mobilize them. If the captain wants to command these dragoons to attack in large numbers, he must have the tiger charm in the center of the dynasty. Now that he can bring these sixteen dragon knights out, it is already the limit of power, no matter how many, it will really cross the boundary.

  After all, he is not a special general of the dynasty, and he has no right to mobilize so many of the most elite troops.

   Under the battlements, a group of demons attacked and were beheaded by the soldiers who were stationed. Their bodies continued to accumulate. Finally, they formed a **** under the battlements, and the garrisoned troops gradually lost their proper geographical advantage.

  Looking at this scene, he slowly waved his hand and asked the adjutant to give the order to order these soldiers to retreat temporarily and move behind another wall to continue to build.

   "Yes, my lord."

After   , the golden gong sounded, and the command flag was flipped in the air. The frontier troops of these tens of thousands of dynasties slowly retreated, giving way to the broken and bloodstained position, and re-arranged to the rear.

   Seeing these enemies are about to leave, some demons also wanted to take the opportunity to go forward, but unfortunately, the dozens of fire dragons in the sky burst into flames, but they burned the position full of corpses, blocking these demons for the time being.

  After so many demons emerged outside the valley, the residents in the valley once again raised their hearts. I don’t know if this is the first time they are worried and afraid in the past month. Sometimes sleeping at night will be awakened by those resounding beast roars.

In the   shrine, Granny Grop was holding on to the door frame, looking at the extreme point of her vision, the chaotic and fierce battlefield, her eyes were full of anxiety. Now the frontier soldiers are fighting and retreating, but the monsters are gathering more and more, and the situation on the battlefield is gradually unbalanced and falling to the other side. If there is no support, I am afraid that tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, these monsters will completely flood the valley, and then everything will be over.

  "Did they find the horn. Alas, everything is fate, jade sword, bronze candle, and Heling."

  As the words fell, she seemed to have made up some determination to attract ghost-slashing messengers in black.

  After the witch gave her orders, the figures of the ghost-slashing messengers in black dissipated outside the shrine and rushed into the valley.

  Not long after, in this valley, an old man, village head, patriarch, and other representatives of the dynasty clan received news, took heavy steps, and gradually gathered outside the shrine.

  And when they saw the white lanterns hanging inside and outside the shrine, they seemed to be prepared and bowed their heads.

  I stayed up all night, and the shrine is brightly lit.

  There are no other outsiders here tonight. Except for Granny Gro, there are all respected existences of the family.

  They listened quietly to Granny Gro’s narration, each of them in a heavy heart.

  Finally, several of the oldest representatives walked out of the crowd.

  The hair, beard, and eyebrows of these old people are all white, and some are walking tremblingly on crutches.

   "Master Gro." The voice was excited and sincere, as if tears were flowing slowly.

"I am ashamed and ashamed in my heart, and there is no way to repay you since you entered this shrine 67 years ago. You have been working diligently for decades, helping me and other people who are there, instructing planting, treating maladies, planning four o'clock, regulating dragon veins, and caressing. But a demon."

   "I don't want to approach my old age. Not only did I fail to let you enjoy life, but I also got to this point." Several of them knelt down and bowed in front of the witch.

  As these elders from the clan knelt down, others also bowed to the ground one after another, and there was no more standing figure in the hall of the shrine.

  The fire candle in the hall burned violently, and the dazzling candle illuminated the old man at the top.

  At this moment, she also seemed to be excited, breathing tremblingly, slowly raising and lowering her hands, and then closing her eyes.

   "The only thing I can do is this. I hope you won't hate me in the future." Then, the voice disappeared.

  As it approached dawn, these old people of the same clan left one by one, and soon there was a cry of crying, arguing, and oppressive silence from every household in the valley.

  There has always been the impression that people are wearing black clothes and black cloth, but today, white cloth appears in the valley.

  Households began to put up white lanterns, and their snow-white coats also started temporarily.

  As the night approached, the lanterns were hung from under the eaves of the shrine, and they were connected in a line and lined up all around and in the valley.

  One after another, the candlelight in the lantern burned, and with the hanging rope swaying slightly in the air, in the gloomy valley, it formed a long corridor leading to the shrine.

  In the past, I didn’t want to waste. The stingy used candles were all turned out from the bottom of the box tonight. On both sides of the street, there are people who wear black clothes. Their pale faces were illuminated by the warm light, standing quietly.

  One by one, the special family of people walked out of their homes. They all wore white coats that were different from the others and covered their faces with white cloth. They could only see the light from their feet.

  Most of these people are between 20-40 years old, which is the healthiest and smartest time in life.

  The sound of drums began to sound in the peaceful and silent valley. These drums were deep and slow, like an ensemble of ancient sacrifices and ceremonies.

The ancient ballads of stubborn teeth slowly rose from the valley. They followed the elderly of the tribe, chanting the language of the ancient kingdom of dreadfulness, and their singing voice was remote, as if there were endless vicissitudes and sadness in it. (sound)

And tonight, the frontiers of the Gorse dynasty are all isolated, silently watching this line of white-clothed people walking slowly across the street, step by step towards the shrine where rows of lanterns are hung. space.

  (End of this chapter)