Aotian the evil king

"Report!"

A sergeant shouted anxiously and rushed out of the court hall.

"What's the matter? Go into the palace and report." King Moro frowned slightly, glanced at Li Yuchen and the other three members of the Cold Spirit Sect, and waved at the sergeant.

"My king! The siege army of the Scorpiontail Kingdom has sent a general to invite a battle outside the east gate." The sergeant knelt on one knee, clasped his fists in salute, and looked at King Moro sitting on the dragon chair in fear. With one glance, he quickly lowered his head again.

"My king! This man from the Scorpion Tail Kingdom is too arrogant, let the last general go and behead the person who invited him to fight." Before King Moro could speak, a bearded general with a long sword hanging from his waist lined up the crowd He came out, clasped his fists in salute, and called out for a fight like a bell.

Zhang Shuo, who was dressed in an ice blue robe, folded his arms around his chest and held a long sword in his arms, twitched his lips disdainfully, and took a step lazily, saying, "It's just a little scorpion-tailed general. , and cut him under the sword with a raised hand! King, since the other party is so reckless in taking the initiative to send you to the door, why don't you go to the tower to see how it is, if you can kill a few more generals of the other party, it will be a big setback The scorpion tail is vigorous, and when the time comes, the army will turn from defense to attack, and kill him in one go. The danger of the king's capital being besieged will be lifted in an instant."

"Okay! Just as Zhang Shaoxia said!" Seeing that the generals and civil servants under the court all looked murderous, and Zhang Shuo also took the initiative to stand up, he pushed the armrests of a row of seats and stood up proudly Said.

The king personally went to the gate of the city to supervise the battle, and Moro's morale suddenly rose.

When King Moro led his crowd to appear above the moving city gate, the soldiers guarding Moro screamed excitedly.

After reaching the city gate, Li Yuchen looked up, and there was indeed a young general riding a colorful tiger on his crotch, holding a red tasseled spear, and made a provocative gesture of wiping his neck at the people on the city gate.

"I'm just a young general of Xiewei, who of you dares to stand up?!" Xiewei, the young general who participated in the battle, pointed his spear at the sky and shouted loudly.

"My king, let the last general go and kill this person!"

"The last will be willing to fight!"

"The last will be willing to fight!"

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The dozen or so generals who followed King Moro up to the east gate asked for a fight one after another, wishing they could go down immediately and behead the young general with the scorpion tail.

"My lord, if this person can be killed in one fell swoop in this battle, Moro's morale will be greatly boosted. If the lord is trustworthy, why don't you let me meet this little general?" Seeing all the generals asking for a fight, they still looked lazy. Zhang Shuo stood up again with his long sword in his arms, without even looking at General Scorpion Tail.

"Since Zhang Shaoxia has such a good mood, this stop will trouble Zhang Shaoxia." King Moluo pondered slightly, then nodded, and said politely.

Zhang Shuo is a member of the Cold Spirit Sect. Although the generals of the Moluo Kingdom felt that they were sure to kill the people in the city, when Zhang Shuo also asked to fight, everyone retreated unwillingly.

"Could it be that the Moro Kingdom is so big that no one from my Xiewei random young general dares to come out to fight?" Seeing that there was no response from the people on the tower, the young general sneered and taunted loudly.

In the account of the Scorpion Tail Army Commander, several people wearing general costumes stood at the door and observed the changes in the field from afar.

"Mo Liang, are you sure that your little brother can lure people from the Cold Spirit Sect to help?" A middle-aged general with a three-pointed air of refinement put his hands behind his back, turned his head and glanced at the man who was also wearing a scorpion beside him. The young man in military uniform asked casually.

"Hehe, don't worry, Commander. Don't look at me, my little brother, who is not here this year, with thousands of blood stains on his hands! As long as anyone in Moro dares to fight, he will be beheaded and shot by my little brother. If you kill one person If the people from Lingzong don't come out, after killing ten or a hundred people, I don't believe they can sit still. If they keep avoiding and not fighting, the commander-in-chief will just take this opportunity to massacre General Moro, completely destroy the morale of the opponent, and win the battle in one fell swoop. Is it the capital of Lower Moro King?" The young man has a handsome appearance, especially those peach blossom eyes, which are slightly raised, and the corners of his lips are raised, and an evil spirit from the bottom of his bones seems to overflow.

"Hehe..." The middle-aged man who was called the commander-in-chief smiled noncommittally, and continued to look at the field.

"At such a young age, I haven't learned anything else, but I have developed arrogance!" Zhang Shuo tiptoed, and flew down from the tower lightly, looking up at the young general in front of him as if he hadn't woken up. He reprimanded in an elder tone.

The tiger-riding young general raised his eyebrows and feet indistinctly, pursed his thin lips tightly, and pointed the tip of his gun at Zhang Shuo, with an extremely strong, murderous aura that spewed out from the tip of the gun.