It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 193

It rained endlessly. Last year, there was no rainfall in Qingniu Mountain. It seemed that God had added the rainfall of last year to this year.

The heavy rain prevented them from attacking, but the Rong tribe tried to attack in the rain, but the bow could not be fired, the horse could not move, and the trebuchet could not reach the range. What was ushered in was the rolling wood and gunpowder of the Toad Village, and the casualties were heavy in the end.

The camp must also prevent waterlogging and drain the accumulated rain. Often tents are overwhelmed by the rain. Because the weather is too humid, many people suffer from bedsores.

Everyone was holding back their strength, but the rain stopped and stopped every day. The eldest prince looked at the sky every day, and when the sun came out, he hurriedly arranged his troops and vowed to destroy the Toad Village in one fell swoop. It crashed down.

Everyone was drenched in the heavy rain.

They are trapped in Qingniu Mountain, and the aura that is probably called "you are a waste" wraps them, their IQ is weakened, their strength is weakened, their cavalry talent is limited, and their luck is halved. Outside, they attacked the city and conquered the land, like entering no man's land, but once they entered Qingniu Mountain, they had this kind of buff on them.

Today is cloudy and rainy.

The witch doctor Satman came to the big tent. He was startled as soon as he entered the tent. He saw the nine princes of the northern barbarian tribe with a look of "He is so handsome, I really want to do something with him". look at yourself.

Satman tightened his robes. Could it be that among these princes there are still men who like to be masculine.

"Elder, it is said that you can ask God?" the eldest prince asked.

Satman calmed down, and probably judged that someone in the other party might be sick, which was a field he was familiar with.

"I believe in the eternal immortality, and all the gods on the grassland accept my service. I don't know which noble prince is sick. I can pray to the gods to drive away the brutal disease."

"We're not sick."

"..." Satman was stunned: why did you come to me when I was not sick.

"Can you call the wind and call the rain?"

"Call the wind and call the rain...probably." Satman paused, but now he is embarrassed to say that he can't.

"Okay!" The eldest prince slapped the handsome case heavily: "Are you sure you can break the thief's spell?"

What's more annoying than this heavy rain is that Cheng Dalei will stand at the front of the city every day, humming in his mink clothes.

"the vast horizon is my love……"

For some reason, whenever the eldest prince repeated this incantation, he hummed it unconsciously. Sure enough, it was a curse, and before I knew it, I had been affected.

"Break his spell..." Satman's eyes widened and he roared in his heart: "Prince, please be awake, feudal superstition kills people."

"Ha, I didn't guess wrong. I thought that even if the Nanren had some magic arts, how could they be compared with the believers of Changshengtian. Tomorrow, the elder set up an altar to cast spells and broke his magic, haha."

"Uh... The prince means that I have already agreed, but when did I agree, what misunderstanding is there?"

The next day, a high platform was set up five hundred paces away from the city gate. Satman climbed up and looked at the city gate with a stick.

On the city gate, Cheng Dalei was disheveled, stepping on strange steps, chanting a spell in a loud voice.

"Don't look at me as just a sheep, the green grass becomes more fragrant because of me."

Satman wanted to cry but had no tears, and he couldn't understand the spell himself. He really was a master. I just hope that the opponent doesn't hit too hard when you do it.

"Bah!" Satman drank boldly and said loudly: "I am a devout believer of Eternal Life, the spokesperson of the prairie elves, and the ugly monster. Don't show your stupidity in front of me."

A loud shout interrupted Cheng Dalei's rhythm, making Cheng Dalei extremely uncomfortable, and he was also at a loss, thinking: What does this guy want to do.

However, the other party made a move, and Cheng Dalei could not help but follow. He shouted to the opposite side: "I am a toad immortal who personally passed on the art of Antarctic Immortal Weng. Heaven."

"Hey, watch me break your sorcery today." Satman shouted.

Cheng Dalei felt a little bit of a drum in his heart. He still hasn't figured out the level of power in this world. Since the system can reward him for wind and rain, if there is a Taoist in this world who can call the wind and call the rain and spread beans into soldiers, there is not a Yunlong Gongsun in the Water Margin. win.

He opened his eyes wide and saw that Satman was holding a wooden stick and wearing a large sheepskin robe, his body kept shaking, and he was muttering words.

"not good!"

Cheng Dalei was startled, this man's steps were mysterious and unpredictable, and his movements faintly matched a certain rhythm. Could it be, could it be... the legendary Northeast Yangko.

Cheng Dalei's tongue is a little knotted. Northeast Yangko is the ancestor of square dance in the world. If he meets the enemy with a divine comedy, he is afraid that he will be restrained by the other party. If you want to outsmart the opponent, you have to use that unique martial arts technique—social shake.

The so-called: never heard of social shaking, tattooed piglets are in vain.

"I used to be a king, but then I said that it's okay, I surrendered my position to the soldiers and horses and was still held by others."

If Satman was caught in a spell, his body couldn't help shaking, and a strange emotion was brewing in his chest, which made him fascinated and fascinated.

"He used to be young and frivolous, crazy about the country"

Ya Ya Ya, Satman tried his best to support, but the magic sound penetrated his ears, making him unable to restrain himself. He felt dizzy, and only felt that the surrounding scenery could no longer be seen clearly. Suddenly, he shouted, vomited blood, and fell off the high platform.

"Save the elder, save the elder."

The eldest prince shouted, this person's spells are too terrifying, once caught in it, he will be dizzy and his IQ will be offline.

"Obviously I feel uncomfortable, but I still want to hear it."

"Yes, yes, and with that movement, I seem to see the dance of death."

Everyone looked at Cheng Dalei, who was at the head of the city, with fear in their eyes: it was terrible, it was terrible.

Cheng Dalei clapped his palms. If you don't believe that the two killer weapons of Shake and Shomai, you can still survive.

Hmm, call it a day.

Heavy rain, it rained intermittently for most of the time, and everyone was struggling with the sound of the rain and the magical sound of Cheng Dalei. But no matter how long the rainy season has passed, the continuous rain finally stopped at noon.

The dark clouds dissipated, the sun came out, the sun shone on the earth, and the long haze was swept away.

The 100,000 soldiers of the Northern Barbarian Division are all heartbroken, sharpening their knives all day long, looking forward to this sunny day.

When this day came, the eldest prince gathered his troops and lined up in front of the Toad Village. Each of the nine princes, with a tall horse, stood at the forefront of the team.

The nine princes of the northern barbarian tribe have never been united as they are today, and the reason why they can unite is because of a common enemy.

Today, regardless of the cost or casualties, the Toad Village must be conquered.