The World’s Strongest Legion System

The soldiers of the Mohan Kingdom had no intention of resisting at all. Except for a very small number of diehard loyalists, most of them dispersed in a rush. Fearing that they could not run fast enough, they threw down their armor and weapons and ran back desperately.

"Master Tian Guang, the soldiers have all run away, what should we do?"

Under the king's banner, King Mohan stood upright, sweating profusely, pulled an old man wrapped in white cloth, and begged loudly: "You are always a fifth-level warlock, think of a way, I don't want to die!"

"The seventh plane has really fallen. As a sequential plane, there is such a waste like you!" Tian Guangjiuhe kicked Mohan to the ground. .

A man who was quite mighty before, a majestic quasi-fifth-level master, turned out to be like this.

"Warriors of Dylan, release our spells and let these natives know what extinction is!"

"Oligua, Yanasuo!"

"Oligua, Yanasuo!"

Behind Tian Guang, more than 20 people in white robes took off the white cloth on their heads at the same time, revealing their dry white hair and skin, and chanted loudly.

"woo woo woo woo!"

In an instant, a strong wind blew up, rolling up rolling yellow sand, piercing through the heaven and earth, forming one large, two small and three tornadoes, rolling towards the Fire Crow Army like a yellow dragon.

"Retreat, retreat quickly, disperse and escape!" Wolf Shiqi's face was pale with shock, and he desperately urged his mount to avoid it.

The tornado moves along the migrating team. At this time, if you turn around and run, you can only seek death. Running to the sides and avoiding the range of the wind is the only way to survive.

"Help!"

"Son, save my child!"

"Mom, woo woo woo!"

The cavalry is fast and can run away, but the common people will be miserable. How can they survive the tornado with two legs.

There was nowhere to hide in the yellow sand everywhere, trying to grab something to fix his body but couldn't find it, screaming and being swept into the air.

Countless fine sands hit him like Ling Chi, and he died in an instant, leaving only a pile of white bones flying in the air.

Even if a martial artist has spiritual power to protect his body, he cannot escape death if he is below the third rank.

"Sand Clan, I, Wolf Seventeen, and you are inseparable!" Wolf Seventeen's eyes were scarlet, tears streaming down his face, and he galloped wildly.

This is the invasion of planes. There is often deep hostility between different races, let alone different planes. In the eyes of the invaders, there is only plunder and killing, and there is no such thing as the same kind at all.

"Here, these executioners!" Ma Yidao was also furious at the edge of the desert.

It's a pity that he was helpless, let alone let the soldiers rescue him. He could only watch helplessly as the three yellow dragons pierced through the sky, devouring the fleeing people one by one.

The tornado didn't last long, only four or five minutes. After all, such a powerful spell, even a fifth-level warlock, with the help of a group of third-level warlocks, couldn't last long.

But in just four or five minutes, nearly half of the hundreds of thousands of civilians were killed or injured, and less than one thousand of the five thousand camel cavalrymen!

"Go, gather these natives, we still need to take them back and harvest the Boundary Breaking Stone!" Tian Guang put away his magic spells, gave a gloomy order, and turned to get on the carriage.

Thousands of white-robed Sand cavalry swarmed out behind them, gathering the scattered people.

The sand tribe's cavalry was far from the five thousand cavalry that Li Wenhao knew, but nearly ten thousand cavalry.

"Damn it, these beasts!"

Ma Yidao stood on the edge of the desert, watching the surviving people being caught by these demons wrapped in white cloth again, even though the corner of his mouth was bleeding with hatred, he was helpless.

"General, escape, General Ma!" A group of camel cavalry surrounded the unconscious Wolf Seventeen and escaped.

"The whole army returns to the city!"

Ma Yidao came up to him on a war horse and took a look. There was no serious trauma on Lang Shiqi's body, he must have passed out from a fit of rage.

"Immediately send a letter to Lord Hou to report what happened here in detail, without any mistakes or omissions!"

Ma Yidao led the cavalry to escort the people back to Shacheng, and several sentry sentries headed towards Heigu City.

At this time, he didn't know that Heigu City had already been captured, and the eagle pigeon and the sentinel were all going to the king city.

Fortunately, the cavalry passed by Heigu City, and it was only more than a hundred miles from Shacheng to Heigu City, and the cavalry only took half an hour at most.

"Relocation of people, large tornado, suspected fifth-order warlock?"

On the way, Li Wenhao received a letter from the sentinel, and after reading it, his face changed.

First, he was shocked by the strength of the Sha Clan. After losing 3,000 camels riding on mysterious beasts, the Sand Clan still had such a strong strength, which was beyond his expectation.

Especially the fifth-level wind magician, in the desert environment, once the wind spell is cast, it is difficult for flesh and blood to compete.

Even if he could cast earth spells, he seemed helpless in the face of the tornado.

The second is that they don't understand why the people have to be relocated. Mocheng is located in an oasis in the desert, and the area of ​​arable land is not large.

So many people migrated there, what did they eat and drink?

If you want to catch labor and mine, you can just catch the young and strong. Why bother to catch the old, the weak, women and children, it is useless except to increase the burden, unless there are other purposes.

Unfortunately, for a while, he couldn't figure it out.

"Pass my military order, speed up!"

"Boom," the army marched forward, and arrived in Shacheng smoothly after more than half an hour.

"Master Hou, the general is guilty!" Lang Shiqiu had already come to his senses at this time, and when he saw Li Wenhao at the gate of the city, he knelt down on one knee.

"Get up, you are also trying to save the people, so go back to the City Lord's Mansion!"

Li Wenhao's face was solemn, and he motioned to Wolf Seventeen to get up, and called Ma Yidao to him: "Go to contact some sand bandits and ask them to go around Mocheng to investigate. No matter what, we must find out the situation in Mocheng."

"Hou Ye!" Ma Yidao clasped his fists and said, "When the last general was a horse bandit, he knew some sand bandits and asked about them.

In the past few years in Mocheng, no matter whether it is a caravan or a sand bandit, as long as they go, none of them will come out.

Even Shalikui, the largest sand bandit in this area, has a team that disappeared in Mocheng. Now that Mocheng is mentioned, no one dares to go there. "

"If no one dares to go, then spend money on it. I don't believe it. There is still a shortage of desperadoes in this world!" Li Wenhao snorted dissatisfiedly, even his brother-in-law didn't have a good face.

The sudden change made his idea of ​​quickly occupying Mohan Kingdom empty, and he was very upset.

The longer the time dragged on, the more likely the opponent would get reinforcements, and the more difficult it would be to occupy the Super Dark Iron Mine.

As long as they can occupy the Super Dark Iron Mine, the overall combat power of the Fire Crow Army can be greatly improved in a short period of time. Such an opportunity cannot be missed and must be won.

Moreover, when killing outsiders, the explosion rate is increased by ten times, and there are also boundary-breaking stone explosions, even if there are some sacrifices, it is not a loss.

"Master Hou, I'll do it now!" Ma Yidao was sweating coldly, and hurriedly retreated.

The current Li Wenhao, no matter because of becoming a Marquis or because of his own promotion, feels more and more coercive.

He didn't realize it himself, but the people around him were different, it was very obvious.