"Hoo!"
Looking at the contents in front of the letter, the demon ghost still couldn't help breathing.
The contents of the letter were almost startling. People couldn't help sweating on their forehead. The last half of the letter made the demons and ghosts pale and their lips tremble.
"I'm so brave, you guys, shit!" He closed the letter: "according to your way of playing, I am walking a tightrope with you. If you don't pay attention, I will die to pieces, and even destroy the foundation of my Troll hall for tens of thousands of years."
Thinking of this, the demon ghost picked up the letter and began to tear it. However, as soon as his hand touched the letter, he gave up the idea.
"I am a demon and ghost. I have few friends and only enemies in my life, but you two dogs are the only two friends of me. Fuck, what kind of friends are you, pig friends and dog friends!" After all, he threw the letter into a ball and held it in his hand.
"All the ancestors of the troll hall, tell me, what should I do?"
With a depressed sigh, he put the letter back again, drank a glass of wine, and then lay heavily on the ground with empty eyes, as if thinking about something.
When it was bright again, the demon ghost who was thinking about things opened his eyes. After thinking about it all night, he actually thought about it directly. He didn't know if he was asleep.
He rubbed his temples, his head lifted slightly, and there was still a roar outside.
"Come here." He gave a cry.
A giant hurried in from outside the tent: "temple Lord."
"How long did I sleep?" He asked.
"Temple Lord, it is noon now. You have slept for nearly six hours."
"Six hours?" The demon ghost could not help but slap himself in the face with chagrin: "I knew his mother's drinking would cause trouble."
Then he hurried to get up, simply tidied up his clothes, wiped his eyes: "the fight has been going on outside, and has never stopped?"
"Tell the temple Lord, yes, I have never stopped."
"Damn it, this city is not like an empty city. The information there should be wrong, so at most, there shouldn't be many people there. They brought 200000 people there. They killed the other side as easily as pinching ants. Why did they fight like us for so long?"
"My subordinates don't know. However, the combat offensive has shown no sign of weakening since last night. My subordinates believe that the war may last longer."
The demon ghost nodded. Everyone survived by licking blood on the tip of the knife. It was easy to predict the battle.
According to the current sound, it may not be finished in six hours.
However, it's normal for people like me to spend a lot of time attacking the city. After all, people have a solid city defense and a strong firepower to suppress it.
But what kind of city defense can there be in these mountains? Do they need to fight that long?
"Temple Lord, my subordinates said something they shouldn't have said." That's humane.
"Although you and I are superiors and subordinates, we are also brothers. If you want to speak frankly, don't beat around the bush."
"Although it has been more than 20 hours since we formally attacked the city, to be honest, my subordinates feel that this is just the beginning."
"Oh?" The demon ghost doubted.
"Up to now, we haven't even figured out how many enemies there are in the city and in the mountains. This shows that the so-called Han 3000 is highly accomplished in military skills. Our 400000 troops are divided into two groups. Theoretically, this one by one attack should be completed early."
"But strangely, now we are blocked at both ends."
The demon ghost nodded: "you're right. I thought about tenthousand possibilities when I set out, but I didn't think it would happen now."
"They are only tens of thousands of people, but now it seems that at least 200000 people are pulling us. This is really strange."
"The temple Lord is right."
The demon ghost was silent for a moment, then suddenly nodded, looked at the follower and said, "do you like walking on a tightrope?"
"Tightrope walking?" The entourage was obviously stunned and obviously didn't know what the demon meant.
The demon ghost smiled at him: "yes, the kind of tightrope gambler."