The sun passed over the land beyond the dark clouds. Flying insects were shaking the tips of fallen leaves. As the ground shook, countless moving figures, holding weapons and blowing horns, stepped around and splashed up dust.
Rumble.
Thousands of cavalrymen galloped around the outside, twisting their stirrups, squeezing their horses' bellies, drawing their bows and aiming at the center of the infantry formation. The white-robed scholar who was holding the corpse horizontally had his hands shaking with nervousness and swallowed his saliva, glancing at his companions in front and behind, as well as the Khan under the huge banner fluttering on the hillside.
“… That’s my trophy!!”
The Khan's voice came from afar, like a roar. Someone's fingers holding the bowstring instinctively loosened, and the string made a soft "bang" sound.
when-
The arrow flew over a group of infantrymen and pierced the man. At the moment, the spherical light with golden imperial patterns flashed and fell weakly not far away from the Southern Dynasty scholar.
A Turkic soldier looked at the arrow falling to the ground, and perhaps subconsciously raised his sword and rushed forward. Lu Liangsheng stopped and looked at the hillside from the side. His magic power flowed, and the steel sword in the hand of the Turkish soldier who was rushing over shattered. His body flew back directly and smashed into the crowd, causing several people who were hit to fall and roll together, causing a small chaos.
The eyes that flashed across the corners of his eyes made people feel cold in their hearts. Shabolue, who was watching this from afar, could not help but step back two steps, waving his sword and shouting: "High Priest! Capture him!"
The shaman priest did not disobey the Khan's wishes. His original intention of going south was to establish the Great Khan's prestige for invading the south and to reunite the divided Turkic tribes. Now that he heard the Khan's order, he naturally had to take action.
Several waiters behind him brought five small statues, all of which were carved from wood and stone of animals. The priest stepped forward, spread his legs to the left and right, and crossed his hands across his chest with his fingers clenched. The muscles on his painted face moved, and he muttered something with his lips.
"Su Yi Nao Hai...Su Yi Nao Hai...Su Yi Nao Hai..."
At the side, a Weng Gun law floated down, a few wisps of green smoke flew out, and a growling dog barking sound was heard. The priest stopped chanting, opened his eyes and looked at the figure in a white robe below, and said in a high voice: "Nao Hai!!"
Whoosh~~
The billowing green smoke revealed the outlines of several wild beasts and the sound of dogs barking, which frightened the soldiers below so much that they quickly dodged. As the green smoke landed, it rolled and surged between the infantrymen on both sides.
Lu Liangsheng stared at the green smoke, freed one hand, and waved his robe sleeve backwards. The diffuse smoke and dust moved to the side, revealing a majestic figure.
The unicorn with lion's mane, deer antlers and a dragon's head suddenly stepped forward with its hooves. Blue-white arcs of electricity flashed around its body, causing a hurricane. The moment its mane shook, it stretched its neck, bared its fangs and roared.
"Hoo-ang-"
The surging green smoke seemed to be frightened and braked immediately, whimpering like a dog, turning around and flying back towards the hillside. No matter how the high priest drove it, it dived into the Weng Gun, and even the seal that fell on the ground flew back and stuck to it.
Shabo opened his mouth slightly and looked silently at the still trembling dog Weng Gun on the ground. Without waiting for the priest to explain, he repeated the ritual. The beast that the scholar had never seen before roared again.
"Hoo-ang!"
The Turkic cavalry horses around were frightened. They stopped while running, raised their hooves, and shook their manes. The surrounding infantry retreated in horror, fearing that they would be hit by the running electric sparks.
"Disperse!" "Great Khan, don't let that man go!"
"Life is at stake!"
"What kind of monster is that?!"
"Those behind, step back a little—"
Amidst the noisy and chaotic Turkic language, Lu Liangsheng put his apprentice on the back of the unicorn, reached out and gently stroked the floating lion's mane to calm it down.
He glanced around and saw the densely packed Turks looking at him in panic, and then looked at the rows of flags on the hillside. He stood next to the majestic unicorn beast, with his fists clenched under his sleeves.
The ascetics do not care about the dynasty...
… Oh my god.
But... it's always possible for a master to avenge his disciple...
… With so many people, my magic power is not enough… Studying things to gain knowledge…
Besides, there is also a cultivator on the other side...
It is impolite to come without giving anything in return!
Lu Liangsheng's eyes were cold, and available spells flashed through his mind like lightning. He loosened the fists in his sleeves, made finger gestures, and a flash of magical light flashed.
When the surrounding soldiers looked at each other why each other was motionless, the water bags on their waists suddenly shook, and then, the shaking became more violent. Before they could figure out what was going on, there was a series of explosion sounds from thousands of people's water bags, and the splashing water droplets flew above people's heads and condensed into a water ball.
On the hillside, the shaman reacted quickly, picking up a stone sculpture with his toes. Just as he cast a spell, Lu Liangsheng swung his other sleeve in the air.
—Indigo Thunder Fire!
The dark cloud created by the priest suddenly struck down with a flash of lightning. The bluish-white color disappeared in an instant, and a ball of fire floated in the sky. Pulled by the scholar's magic power, it crashed into the water ball.
Water and fire exploded with a loud bang, and a large amount of steam and mist filled the air.
"The wind is coming!" Lu Liangsheng withdrew the magic of divine fire and used the wind summoning magic again with his fingers.
The water mist that enveloped the surroundings swayed and was blown away by the wind, leaving a vast expanse of white.
"This... What's the purpose of this?"
The shaman looked at the three spells that were cast without fear of threats from the opponent, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. Judging from the opponent's skills in controlling the magic sword, it should not be low. At least he would not use this kind of spell. Should he be attacking him
He reached out to wipe the water off his face. In the thin mist that spread with the wind, his face and leather skirt were wet, and the air was full of moisture.
"What exactly are we going to do..."
The man from the Central Plains below cast a series of spells that puzzled him. "Is it just to conceal the direction of the army's march?"
The murmured sound died down, and in the priest's puzzled eyes, he vaguely saw a flash of lightning in the white mist below.
A moment when time freezes.
Lu Liangsheng made a finger gesture and stretched out his wide sleeves, raised them to the sky, and the sound rang out.
"Thunder God, help me!"
Dark clouds surged, and lightning flashed in the gaps between the clouds. With a loud bang, a streak of electricity broke through the clouds, passed through the vision of countless people, and rushed straight down.
The next moment, it hit the rising water mist.
The lightning extended along the dense water droplets that ordinary people could not see, connecting the air, weapons, people's hands, bodies, and war horses, making crazy crackling sounds. In the white water mist, one could see the skeletal shadows of countless people and horses appearing in the continuous lightning.
"Great Khan!!"
The shaman on the hillside stared at all this with wide eyes, raised his hands, took out the mirror and protected his chest, turned around and ran towards Shabolue who was still confused, picked him up, and ran wildly in the farther direction behind.
boom-
Crack! !
One thunderbolt draws thousands of lightnings, and the plains and hillsides are full of arcs of electricity.
…
From the southeast and southwest directions, the two reinforcements led by Yang Guang, Da Xi Changru, Shi Wansui and others who came along the mountain road slowly stopped at high ground. They could see a vast expanse of white fog, with lightning flashing and screams of people.
"Over there, it seems to be the voices of the Turks. Something has happened to them..."
Bathed in the sunshine that filled half the sky, Yang Guang's tone became somewhat uneasy.