Chapter 940 - Chapter 940: Commendable courage (1)

Chapter 940: Commendable courage (1)

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The desolate sound of the horn sDread through the mountains and fields.

waking up the sleeping city.

As the headquarters of the wizard God religion, Jing Mountain City had a population of nearly 500000. The city was filled with cultivators who followed the Wizard system.

There were only 25000 defenders, which was too weak for a city with a

population of 500000.

This wasn’t because the witchcraft religion didn’t have enough troops. It was because they didn’t need it.

This was the headquarters of the wizard God religion. There were wizard god sculptures, first rank great Wizards, and many experts who walked the Wizard system. There were also large scale martial artists.

It was not an overstatement to say that Jingshan city’s defense and overall strength were not inferior to great Feng capital.

The 20 thousand troops that were stationed in the barracks in the city swarmed out. 6000 cavalrymen and 14 thousand infantrymen, from the generals to the soldiers, were all at a loss.

Who was so bold as to attack Jingshan city?

According to the history books, ever since the witch God religion was born in the northeast and started spreading its religion, there had never been a war in Jingshan city.

The 20,000-strong Army followed the road opened up, bypassed the peak of Mount Jing, and arrived at the seaside in the dust.

Beams of black light flew up from the city like dense meteors. They flew past the peaks of Mount Jing and landed on the coast.

With Nalan Yan as the leader, the Wizards looked into the distance and saw 20 huge warships Breaking the Waves.

Nalan Yan was eight feet tall, and his thick beard covered half of his face. His brown hair was naturally curly, and he was a dual cultivator.

This city Lord was a peak fourth stage wizard and also a peak fourth stage martial artist. He was only half a step away from crossing the threshold of ‘immortal and mortal’ and becoming a third stage expert with a long life.

Nalan Yan also had another identity. The witchcraft cult had three spiritual wisdom sorcerers (third level), one grand sorcerer (first level), and the three spiritual wisdom sorcerers were the Imperial preceptors of the Three Kingdoms, Jing, Kang, and Yan. They were not usually at the headquarters.

The Grand Wizard, on the other hand, was addicted to herding sheep, living a carefree life.

The Lord of Jingshan city was originally a second -grade rain master. However, during the Battle of Shanhai Pass, the second-grade rain master was lured deep into the enemy’s territory by Wei Yuan and killed by the Buddhist Arhat.

Nalan Yan was the son of that grade two rain master.

The sun rose, and the golden light rippled on the surface of the sea. Nalan Yan squinted his eyes and looked deeply at the blue dress on the bow of the ship, and suddenly revealed a cold smile.

Other than the Magi and the guards, there were also some people with varying levels of cultivation. However, they were definitely not lacking in experts. After a short while, they arrived at the shore, but they did not approach, and instead watched from afar.

These martial artists were the lone cultivators of Jingshan city. In Da Feng’s words, they were people of the Jianghu.

“That’s the great Feng’s warship .

that’s Wei Yuan, right? that green robe matches the legend of Wei Yuan.

as expected of the war god. I heard that the DA Feng Army he led met with strong resistance in the Yan Kingdom. At that time. I thought that Wei Yuan was just so-so … Who would’ve thought that he would directly break through from the surface of the sea?”

“But this is also seeking death, isn’t it?”

Wei Yuan’s move is brilliant, but the witchcraft religion has no flaws.

The Jianghu Wanderers were talking with relaxed expressions. They even smiled. It was reasonable for them to be so relaxed.

The main altar of the witch God religion was located in Jing Mountain City, which was adjacent to the vast ocean. It was surrounded and protected by the Yan, Jing and Kang kingdoms. For thousands of years, it was the most powerful force in the Central Plains, the North, and even the Buddhist sect in the nine prefectures.

However, there was once when he came to the witchcraft cult’s headquarters.

Not even once.

Why? Don’t people know how to build ships and cross the sea?

Because of one word-rain master!

On the cliff of Mount Jing, the Grand Wizard salen AGU, who was draped in a linen robe and holding a lamb in his arms, looked down at the approaching warship.

His long linen robe fluttered, and a glass-colored energy rippled around his body, extending to the surrounding environment.

Gradually, he seemed to have become one with heaven and earth.

This breath was like a rolling snowball, getting bigger and bigger, turning into a terrifying storm.

All of a sudden, a strong wind blew over the calm sea. The blue sky was covered with dark clouds, and lightning flashed and Thunder rumbled.

The waves surged and rose higher and higher. In the blink of an eye, the calm coastal waters were shrouded in a storm.

The twenty warships were huge, but in the face of the force of nature, they seemed fragile and small. They were like small boats that bobbed up and down with the waves. Sometimes, the entire ship would be thrown up and then smashed down heavily, causing huge waves.

On the deck, the cannons and ballistae were tipped over, and some were thrown out, crashing into the ocean.

Crew members and sailors held on tightly to everything around them to avoid falling into the ocean or dying to the mast, cannon, and other hard objects.

The soldiers in the cabin were even worse off. They would sometimes roll to the left, sometimes to the right, and sometimes be thrown high up and heavily fall.

Because of the large number of people, hundreds of soldiers died in this large-scale chaos.

And all of this was not worth mentioning at all to the fate that they were about to encounter.

Their fate was to be swallowed by the wild waves at any time.

Second-grade Wizards were known as rain Masters. In ancient times, the weather was unpredictable. During the drought, the human tribes in the northeast would offer sacrifices to the witchcraft religion and beg for their help.

The sorcerers collected the offerings, set up a ceremony, and prayed for rain to the heavens.

The host of the ceremony was usually a rank two wizard. In other words, only a rank two wizard was qualified to host the ceremony, which was why rank two wizards were called rain Masters.

In fact, praying for rain was only one of the methods a rank two wizard could

use to materialize..