The Emperor is Above

Chapter 348: Summon the Guardian Totem to Fight

"Of course they are not the Ghost Witch Army!"

Qing Luo chuckled in his sea of ​​consciousness, "This is a vassal army composed of nine vassal settlements of the Ghost Witch Tribe, including the Green Ghost Tribe, Red Ghost Tribe, Ghost Crow Tribe, and Ghost Dog Tribe.

In addition, there are some newly recruited young and strong wild people from the Ghost Witch Tribe, and their number is only 10,000 people, so they are not the main force of the Ghost Witch Tribe. "

"No wonder they first attacked by surprise, and then attacked by a pack of beasts. They didn't dare to get too close!" After Qing Yi learned about the enemy's situation, he became even more confused.

"Could it be that the main force of the Ghost Witch Army is currently fighting the Sacrifice Willow Army and tens of thousands of barbarians, and they are temporarily unable to withdraw troops, so they can only send out such a weak vassal army to harass them and buy time for them to return?"

While Qing Yi was confused, his retainers were eager to try.

Under the expectant eyes of the eleven giant warriors, the Wangmang Fish King was the first to loudly request a fight: "My Lord, since the enemy is not the Ghost Witch Army, and there are no strong men above the third rank, why don't we charge in and fight?"

The other giant warriors followed suit and asked for a fight: "Yes, maybe this is just the first batch of vanguards of the Ghost Witch Tribe. It's a good opportunity to catch them off guard before their main force arrives."

"All twelve of us are now at the fourth-grade martial artist level, and the four elders of the Longjiu family are at the peak of the third-grade level. Now that the vanguard of the Ghost Witch Division has suffered two consecutive defeats, we will surely be able to win a great victory by counterattacking with all our strength."

"I think it's better to be cautious and not act rashly!"

Gongsun Wu, who was cautious by nature, had a different opinion. He said solemnly, "The Ghost Witch Tribe suffered many disastrous defeats in front of the Lord. First, in the Battle of Lonely Hill, the Ghost Witch Tribe and the Black Wind Tribe's strong men were annihilated along with tens of thousands of wild people from the Jiming Lake.

During the battle of the capital city, the lord used the power of the city defense formation to successively kill the Cat Ghost God, the Red God of Wealth, the projection of the Black Wind God, and the Ningtu Ghost King. It can be said that his reputation spread throughout the seventy-six countries in the Northern Wilderness.

Now that the Ghost Witch Tribe is plotting to take over the entire Twelve Cities of the Northern Frontier and is trying to intercept our migrating convoy, how can we not seriously understand our Lord's strength in advance?

Moreover, only by knowing both ourselves and the enemy can we be invincible in every battle. The Ghost Crow scouts have been monitoring the convoy from Huoqiu City for many days and will definitely tell the Ghost Witch Tribe about our strength, but we don’t understand the strength of the Ghost Witch Tribe.

"I am aware of the enemy's presence, but the Ghost Witch Tribe sent out this army to stop us. In my opinion, this must be a trick by the Ghost Witch Tribe to lure the enemy. Perhaps the Ghost Witch Tribe's army is lurking nearby."

Gongsun Wu's judgment was also agreed by more than a dozen retainers and private soldiers including Dongmen Hu and Dongmen Bao. For a while, neither side could convince the other, and even Qing Yi was unable to make a decision and fell into deep thought.

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In the vassal army of the Ghost Witch Tribe five or six miles away, the atmosphere was so tense that it almost froze.

A tall and strong man stood in the middle. He had his hair cut and tattooed, was covered in animal skins, had a bone ring on his head, and held a seven-foot long sword in his hand. He was the commander of the army, Qing Gui Wuxie.

Even in the cold winter, he only wore a loose animal robe, revealing his bulging chest muscles, and his bronze skin was tattooed with exquisite blue-black totems, giving him a frightening and hideous ghost face.

Especially the fist-sized skulls he wore around his neck. The purple-black texture was faintly emitting a hint of green ghostly fire, which was even more terrifying and creepy.

Qing Gui Wuxie's face did not have any tattoos or totems. He looked to be in his thirties, with thick eyebrows, starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and distinct facial features.

His face, as sharp as a knife, gives people the image of a masculine and handsome man, and the ferocious green ghost totem on his body adds a sense of strange elegance.

However, no one dared to look directly into Qing Gui Wu Xie's angry eyes at this moment. The successive losses made his face full of heartache. While his eyes were full of anger, there was also a trace of unspeakable fear:

"What exactly is going on? It's ok that you guys have suffered a crushing defeat, but you can't even explain how you were defeated?
Ten intermediate totem warriors and ninety primary totem warriors, even if they were used to attack the elite troops of the three divisions of Xinghou, would at least cause chaos in the camp. But tonight, so many totem warriors attacked the chariot camp, but they were killed by the enemy without even a splash, which made me feel heartbroken.

What's up with you beast masters? They are beasts that have been hunted down and gathered by various tribes for many days. Before the battle, they all promised that they could disrupt the enemy's camp.

As a result, there were tens of thousands of beasts! Tens of thousands of beasts! The noise they made was not as loud as the noise just now. They disappeared in the blink of an eye. And you still have the nerve to come and complain to me?"

Dozens of beastmasters from the vassal army were trained by Qing Gui Wuxie so hard that they dared not raise their heads. They were only junior beastmasters to begin with, and their status plummeted after losing the contracted beasts.

Even the totem warriors who usually had a competitive relationship with the beast masters, now stood obediently with their heads lowered. The fate of the totem warriors in front of them made them dare not show off.

"Qing Gui Wuxie, please calm down!"

As the deputy commander of the army, Chigui Xinyi had to bite the bullet and speak, "We have heard of the reputation of Guqiu's kid before. Even the Supreme Witch, the Beast Soul Warrior, and the Ningtu Ghost King have lost their hands to him.

Besides, the order given to us by the ghost chariot warriors was only to launch a feint attack to tie down the chariot camp and prevent them from moving too fast. They did not expect us to win victory frequently.

Right now, the Ghost Chariot Warriors are leading their army to confront the Jiliu tribe, and we have been inexplicably defeated twice in a row. I think it would be better to directly summon the guardian totems of each tribe, right?"

Qing Gui Wu Xie was silent for a moment, then he sighed with embarrassment, "With our motley crowd and extremely low morale, how can we be a match for the kid from Gu Qiu?

Never mind, the other side has tree spirits and dragon eagles as retainers, so it is not shameful to directly summon the guardian totem. I just hope that the ghost car warriors can lead the army to come as soon as possible. "

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Qing Yi looked around solemnly, but did not notice anything unusual.

The vassal army of the Ghost Witch Tribe five or six miles away had no intention of continuing the attack, but nine wizard teams appeared in the rear.

Each of the nine wizard teams had twelve people, dressed in fancy clothes like pheasants in mating, and they quickly built bone altars with a diameter of several meters.

The altar was surrounded by white banners that fluttered in the wind. These banners were painted with ferocious ghost faces and totems. Passersby at night would be scared to death if they suddenly encountered them.

As many wizards performed witchcraft around the bone altar, the totem warriors brought up hundreds of tied-up young men, who appeared to be young and strong wild men captured in the battle.

As these young and strong wild folk wailed, cursed and struggled, the totem warriors of the Ghost Witch Tribe's vassal army cut their throats without mercy, and gushing blood gushed out and splashed onto the bone altar.

The nine bone altars responded quickly and actively absorbed the spilled blood. No matter how hard the killed young and strong people struggled, the flesh and blood on their bodies were being sucked madly.

When the bodies of hundreds of young and strong savages turned into dried mummies, the white bone altar seemed to be soaked in blood and turned completely into a terrifying scarlet color.

"call--"

Eerie ghost auras gathered out of thin air, becoming increasingly dense around the bone altar. Soon, nine ghost faces with different appearances gradually appeared.

"Hehehe, what a fresh blood sacrifice! Red Ghost Xinyi, you are so thoughtful!" Following an extremely weird voice, a huge scarlet ghost claw stretched out from behind the ghost mask.

(End of this chapter)