The Brave Master Is the Demon King

"The master of the brave is the devil (

The huge room is full of the atmosphere of writing. There are many documents stored here, and it is filled with more than a dozen shelves. There is no open flame here, only a cold crystal lamp, which is on an empty table.

An old man of the Ketu tribe is sitting there. He guards the old man in the information database. This is very important and cannot be easily approached. Everything about the Wushen Empire is here. You can find everyone's information here, and Every grain of wheat comes in and out of news.

Suddenly, there was a sound of twisting keys, the old man opened his eyes and saw Hara in a fluffy coat walk in.

"Master Halla, work so late today."

"Yes, a batch of elves came here, hey, I have been busy these few days."

Hala sighed, she was holding a pile of letter papers.

"Oh, this way, don't force yourself too much, pay attention to rest."

The old man said lightly, Elf? He didn't know what kind of elf, if only a few years ago, it would be ridiculous to be able to put on other people's fur in the winter, but now, God made a joke. He no longer needs to worry about whether he will freeze to death or starve to death as before. As long as he sits in this warm room, he can eat his crying food every day.

Things that I didn't dare to dream of before have now come true.

"Then I will go first, and remember to lock the door when I go back."

The old man walked away for a while, and Halla had sorted out the papers and walked to the door.

"Oh, well, be careful when you go back, don't go near the water, there are lizard people there..."

"Grandpa Bo, the lizard people are already our companions."

Hala replied with a wide smile on his face, and the old man was taken aback for a moment, and he realized that he was still talking about the old times.

"Ah, yes, go back and be careful not to slip."

"OK, good night."

The door was closed, the old man narrowed his eyes, and he sighed lightly.

"Yes, times have changed."

Never hear the previous warnings again: don’t go near the water, there are lizardmen; when you look behind you, don’t forget the old cheetahs on your head, hiding in the trees; do not enter the beautiful grass, the scary snakemen are waiting ...

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Woo~~

The loud horn suddenly sounded, and Lars opened his eyes. It was already dawn and the figures outside the tent flickered. The quilt was very warm. He didn't want to get up in general, but he barely stopped, pushed away the quilt, and began to put on the armor.

In winter, he always likes to sleep late. The only things that can make him get up are the look of his father and the feather duster of his mother.

But now, he would leave the warm bed without those.

Open the tent, the soldiers are already lined up, but Lars is not in the fighting team, he is the logistics.

He saw a familiar figure, a somewhat obese uncle, who cooks in the logistics. Russ ran over immediately, followed behind him, and ran with him.

"What's wrong?"

"It's going to fight."

"Aren't we fighting all the time?"

"No, we haven't attacked, just spent here, and today we will formally attack the city."

The uncle ran while talking. He picked up all the pots in the camp and poured the remaining pot washing water onto the fire. The thick white smoke smelled of charcoal.

"Untie it for me, hurry up."

The cold made his fingers feel uncomfortable, unable to untie the rope tied to the pot, and Lars went over to help.

"Why is it today?"

He asked as he unwound the rope, the uncle was dismantling the shelf. These were all logistical tasks.

"I don't know too much. I heard that it seems that the direction of the wind has changed and it is blowing from the wind city."

"But what does this have to do with fighting?"

Russ untied the rope and the shelf just collapsed.

"This is good for us. The wind can make them unable to open their eyes, and our arrows and magic can hit farther."

"Then why are we running?"

Ras had more and more questions, and the uncle became impatient. He put the muddy pot on his back and said, "The cannon is coming, don’t ask so much, hurry! Go back to the carriage and move your position. ."

With the sound of messy footsteps, the war began.

"attack!!"

A large number of soldiers charged, countless sharp arrows and poisonous flame **** passed over their heads. From time to time, there was a huge rumbling beside them. They could feel the vibration of the earth, and the loud noise shook themselves. Ear pains. But they didn't stop, they kept running. In this chaotic scene, all commands were useless, the commander's voice was drowned out by loud noises, and the command flag was also covered by thick smoke.

They only knew one thing to do, which was to rush forward towards the tall city wall.

Countless soldiers surrounded the city wall. They did not see the siege weapon, only a group of soldiers charging blindly. There is also a rain of arrows in the sky. Although the tailwind allows them to fly farther, they are doing meaningless things in front of the magic knot of the city wall.

"Hehe! They are looking for death."

"I thought what the Imperial Army could do."

The commanders were laughing. From their point of view, the enemy's offensive was meaningless, because they simply couldn't break through their barriers.

"Let those archers and magicians not waste their energy, and watch how they are torn apart by the barrier."

Just when the soldiers were smiling and watching this scene~www.wuxiaspot.com~ there was a sudden swish, a soldier suddenly fell backwards quickly, and when he fell heavily to the ground, his helmet rolled on the ground. A few laps.

Suddenly there was silence on the city wall. All the soldiers turned their heads and looked at the place where the sound was coming from. They saw that the soldier was dead with an arrow stuck in his chest, which killed him.

They still don't understand why the enemy's arrows can pass through the barrier. It is magic that can even be blocked by the dragon. Why can it be penetrated?

When they reacted, more arrows and magic came to them.

"what!!"

"Enemy attack! Counterattack!"

"Hurry up and shoot!"

"Get me up! Don't shrink under the city wall! Fight back! Fight back! Damn! Use a pig-headed cannon! Quick!"

The scene became chaotic. The magic cannon is not a longer tube. It is more complicated. It has a very swollen barrel, which looks like a pig's head, so the soldiers call it a pig's head cannon, even though it has a grand name: Alexander Through the cannon.

With a few loud rumbling noises, the high-speed moving magic cannonballs were in a flat form, instantly hitting the opposite hillside, which is the enemy’s camp, but they exploded in the air.

Enemies also have magic shields, which is a matter of course.

"Hold the walls! Don't let them climb up! Burn them to death or freeze them to death, hell! What the magicians are doing! Defend!"

The commander yelled at them, and the situation became worse. The barrier of the city wall was inexplicably damaged and cracks appeared. The enemy's attack hit them directly.

At this moment, with a bang, the entire city wall shook violently, and the soldiers immediately lowered their bodies.

I only heard someone yelling: "It's not good! The city gate has been broken!"

Hearing this, the soldiers' complexions suddenly changed and their morale plummeted.