Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

As soon as they left the city, Liu Nian summoned the Giant, allowing all the surviving bee-men to retreat into its body to rest. He then rode the little fire dragon and watched from the distant sky.

While munching on jerky on the dragon's back, Liu Nian thought to himself: This player's city is indeed much harder to conquer than the NPC's.

He had previously conquered the City of Exile and the city of the Abyss Dwarves without much effort.

Of course, on the one hand, Liu Nian is indeed very strong, but on the other hand, the city's level is too low.

If it were a main city of the system, such as the Rust Dynasty before its fall, Liu Nian wouldn't even consider attacking the city. Otherwise, any NPC above level 500 would just appear and he would be killed without any reason.

Liu Nian neither attacked nor retreated, but calmly kept them hanging on, his intentions clear: I want to see how long this thing of yours can last!

But this puts the trolls in the city in a difficult position...

Mosh watched tremblingly from the grove, realizing that his kinsmen in the city now had only two choices:

This shut down the ancestral guardianship, and Liu Nian was dumbfounded when he charged over next time.

It doesn't matter... you don't have much money!

He subconsciously swallowed and muttered, "A calculated scheme, there's no solution."

He guessed that the troll leaders in the city must be arguing.

West Zulshlag, Lord's Hall.

"Are you insane?! Continuing to activate the Ancestral Guardians?! Do you know how much money we burned in just five minutes?!" A troll noble in a magnificent robe slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Two hundred million! A full two hundred million gold coins! And that doesn't even include those ten Crimson Demon Lords! That's the money the entire city worked so hard to save for a year! And it all burned in just a few minutes!"

"Then what do you suggest we do?!" Lothar roared back. "Shut it down? What if that monster charges again after we shut it down?! He can punch right through the walls! How are we supposed to defend this?!"

"That's better than burning through all your money and then waiting to die!"

"Why not take this opportunity to leave!"

"Yes! As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn!"

"Who taught you that? Trolls can't write poetry..."

"Sabi, this is a systematic translation that is faithful, expressive, and elegant."

The hall was filled with noise.

And just when the argument was at its most intense—

Losa suddenly received a message from Manco.

He abruptly stood up, his face filled with surprise and uncertainty...

Manco said he would come to help via the teleportation array!

This……

Losa's expression was strange.

Coming to provide support at this time, I'm afraid they have ulterior motives?

But can Losa refuse?

Based on the current reserves, this Ancestral Guardian can only be activated for about one more minute... By then...

Lothar's expression was grim, but he had to admit, "That despicable guy really chose the right time!!"

……

Liu Nian also noticed the new figure appearing on the city wall and asked Mosh in the channel:

"Manco, is that the South City Troll King you mentioned?" Liu Nian narrowed his eyes. "Didn't you say he was a coward? How dare he come to help?"

Mosh replied, "Sir, Manco may be timid, but he's very shrewd. The fact that he dared to come means he must feel confident... or he has other plans."

"Other plans?" Liu Nian thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "I think I have a guess."

"Guess what?"

"I guessed he wasn't here to help, but to reap the benefits."

Mosh was taken aback.

Liu Nian looked at the city, then at the approaching Manchurian army, a meaningful smile playing on his lips:

"Zuljin will be able to resurrect in half an hour."

"Manco chose this time to come. Do you think... he wants to help defend West City, or does he want to take West City for himself before Zul'jin is resurrected?"

Mosh gasped.

If so...

Namanko's ambitions far surpass those of Zulkin.

"Then what do we do?" Mosh asked.

Liu Nian sneered, "He wants to take advantage of me? He's not afraid of breaking his teeth!"

At this moment, the phantom of the troll guardian that had enveloped the entire city finally began to slowly dissipate.

The pale golden protective array rose again, though its light was much dimmer than before, it had indeed regained its strength.

Liu Nian stood up; it was his turn to go on stage again!

So he summoned the Void Giant Kun, preparing to press forward again!

Manco stood behind the crenellations, his dark purple leather armor gleaming eerily.

He braced his hands on the cold stone surface, his gaze calmly watching the enormous shadow slowly approaching—the behemoth known as "Jumbo," carrying the human player who had just smashed the city gate with a single punch, along with his terrifying bee-men, as it once again pressed closer to the city wall.

"Lord Manco..." The adjutant's voice trembled uncontrollably. The troll warrior from the southern city was now ashen-faced. "That monster is here. The brothers from the western city say he just smashed the city gate with a single punch..."

"I know," Manco interrupted him, his voice calm and even.

"Then...then we..." The adjutant swallowed hard. "Should we activate the defensive supplies we brought from the south city? We brought three hundred barrels of 'Bone-Rotting Poison Smoke' and ten 'Plague Catapults.' If we combine them with the remaining defensive firepower of the west city, perhaps we can..."

"What can you do?" Manco turned his head, his long, narrow eyes, which were always half-closed, now fully open, revealing amber pupils. "Can you block one punch from him, or two?"

The adjutant was speechless.

Manco looked back into the distance, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips: "Did you think I came here to 'defend the city'? Or did you think I came here to 'seize the city'? Neither..."

The adjutant was stunned.

The other troll officers on the city wall, as well as Lothar, the garrison commander of the western city, were all stunned.

Manco ignored their reactions and continued speaking to himself: "Is West Zul'Shlag important? Are these forty-meter-high walls important? Are these arrow towers, crossbows, and defensive arrays... important?"

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, ringing clearly in the ears of every troll on the city wall:

"No, none of that matters!"

"The city walls will be blasted apart, the great formations will be burned through, and the arrow towers will be leveled—these things made of stone and wood will surely be destroyed if the enemy is strong enough."

Manco turned to face all the trolls, his gaze sweeping over each face—whether filled with fear, confusion, or anger:

"What truly matters is never these inanimate objects."

"It's you guys!"

"Wherever you are, the Zulshlag flag should fly."

A deathly silence fell over the city wall.

Only the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the barricades and the muffled roar of the colossal machine hurtling through the air in the distance could be heard.

Many trolls were actually moved by Manko's schemes, but Lothar was the first to react. He stepped forward, his voice hoarse: "Manko... what do you mean? You want to abandon West City? You want to run away?!"