Chapter 930 Take the Sword and Go Down the Mountain

To say that we will die together is of course just Tang En's beautiful fantasy.

This is not the case, but it is rare. As Tang En said before, when masters compete, they only fight for the smallest detail. In fact, the so-called thin line is actually a huge difference.

Tang En didn't know who was stronger between Bamutu and Wooding, and it was impossible to know. Without reaching that height, it would be impossible to see clearly. Just like a person who is halfway up a mountain can never know the scenery at the top of the mountain.

However, Tang En can guess that Bamutu was defeated by Wooding's sword more than ten years ago and was driven out of Bran. More than ten years later, although Bamutu devoted himself to practicing hard, it was impossible for Woodin to make no progress. So when Tang En thought about it, Bamutu's current strength should still be a little behind Wooding.

In the past, it was of course none of Tang En's business how Bamutu suffered a disastrous defeat, but now that Bamutu was in the same boat with him and both suffered losses, the situation was different. It is precisely because of this that Tang En is now very keen on doing these little tricks before the war. It is really not just a joke...

If possible, any master would not want to face off in an open and honest battle. Even as a bystander, it’s enjoyable to watch, isn’t it?

But now when it comes to the survival prospects of the Gray Army, what's more important is that neither Tang En nor Bamutu have much confidence in retreating from Wooding. Tang En decided to be shameless and put aside everything that was unworthy of publicity, vulgar, despicable, etc. As long as he can think of it and as long as it works, Tang En doesn't mind trying various little tricks in turn. As a killer and an assassin, Tang En still had professional ethics, so there was no sense of shame or guilt at all. On the contrary, Tang En thinks this is a virtue!

As long as you do it, even the seemingly inconspicuous little actions can always have some effect! The effect is weak or even negligible. It doesn't matter. It can be accumulated slowly and brewed slowly. Quantitative changes can always lead to qualitative changes...

Isn't it?

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All right. Let’s look away for now.

Just when the Gray Clothes Army was killing everyone and stirring up the storm; just when Tang En was holding the spirit of Yu Old Man to move mountains. Running around selling sales is the lowest time limit. In Brandu City, Haita, the teacher responsible for teaching Wang Ting, the prince and the princess, and the only liaison between Wang Ting and the sword god Wooding, once again set foot in Wooding's residence.

"...Master, this is the situation now. Tang En's whereabouts are still unknown, but the gray-clothed army launched an uncharacteristically large-scale attack. They broke through the siege and invaded the hinterland of the north. The Northern Arms Department is now unable to suppress it. It sent several battle reports asking for reinforcements... …”

"Tell me your judgment."

"Two possibilities. One is that Tang En had an accident, and the Gray Clothes Army retaliated. Master, as you know, the leader of the Gray Clothes Army, Josiah, is in a relationship with Tang En. In this way, after knowing for sure that Tang En had an accident, , it is very likely that he chose to ignore Bran regardless of revenge. Another possibility is that Tang En has returned safely. Josiah has no scruples anymore, so he leads the gray clothes to provoke a war..." "Which one do you think it is? "

After a pause, Haita loosened the buttons around his neck and pondered for a while. He gritted his teeth and said: "The first type. Master, our previous calculation was too one-sided. We thought that if we killed the supreme commander of the barbarians, the barbarian army would retreat. But today's border situation has deteriorated beyond measure. Even if Tang En succeeds, After occupying the border defense line, it is impossible for the barbarian army to choose to retreat. Because this is the perfect opportunity they have been waiting for for a long time... This is the actual situation now. Although the barbarian army has not marched straight in, there is no sign of retreat. . Instead, they are overhauling the city wall with the intention of consolidating the rear..."

After a pause, looking at Wooding who looked noncommittal, Haita pursed his lips and spoke again. "That's how I came to the conclusion that Tang En had failed, because if Tang En really killed the barbarian supreme commander, then the tribe would definitely not give up, and would at least send out troops to pursue him. It would not be calm like now."...

Wen Silin, who was sitting silently beside him, couldn't help but nodded lightly when he heard the words, obviously agreeing with this inference.

After Wooding was silent for a while, he looked up at Haita and asked slowly: "You were hesitant before making a judgment just now. Is there anything else you didn't say?"

"Well, I can't hide it from the master." Haita was stunned when he heard this, nodded, frowned and said, "Actually, it's not a secret, it's just that I think this matter is too... too absurd!"

"Oh? Tell me."

"Master, you know, although we talked about the Gray Clothes Army before, we didn't really care about it. We only identified the Northern Wilderness Tribe as an enemy. But now that the Gray Clothes Army has matured, especially in the past few days, After officially breaking through the blockade and breaking into the hinterland of the north, it can now pose a real threat to the stability of the empire! The military has also collected some intelligence on the gray army's battle situation, and is preparing to analyze it in detail, and then transfer corresponding personnel from the south. The generals sent reinforcements to suppress it. But...but the analysis results are a bit ridiculous..."

Taking a breath, it must be that this result is indeed so amazing that Haita, who had known it for a long time, still looked very strange now, "The previous battle situation was no problem... not much of a problem. The combat power of the Gray Army soldiers is indeed amazing , the military speculates that they are no less powerful than Bran's regular soldiers, especially since they have a weapon called a purple-bore cannon in their hands, which is even more powerful. Of course, this is not the point. The point is the battle situation of the Gray Army after the breakout, that is, not long ago... ...The military said that the commander's style is very familiar, whether it is tactical command, deployment of soldiers, strategic ideas, etc., it is very similar... very similar to the handwriting of the mysterious barbarian commander who previously fought with the frontline legion. Or to be more precise, it is gray The Yijun's current commanding style is simpler, more efficient, and more powerful than that of the mysterious barbarian commander!"

Wen Silin was stunned when he heard this, and instantly understood Haita's previous hesitation, and subconsciously said with the same absurd expression: "Brother, what do you mean... is that the mysterious barbarian commander went to the Gray Army to command the army?"

"Haha, it just feels similar... so I also say this is ridiculous..." Spreading his hands, Haita was obviously speechless about the results given by the military, and said it with a dry smile. But at this moment, the corner of his eye caught Wooding's expression, and he was suddenly stunned.

He lowered his head and frowned. Wooding, who was wearing a velvet blanket, could not see any absurdity in his expression. Instead, he was thinking about something thoughtfully, his face changing like the wind and clouds.

"Master..." Haita was startled when he saw this. Thinking of something, his expressions were equally exciting, but mostly still in disbelief. Licking his lips, he asked tentatively. "You wouldn't think the results given by the military..."

"Stop talking." Looking up, Wooding raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a rare bitter smile. Then he shook his head, the blanket slipped off his shoulders quietly, and waved, "Go, get my sword, and come down the mountain now."

"Well……"

"This, this, this... this is impossible!" Wooding's attitude undoubtedly approved of Wen Silin's casual remarks just now. But now of course the latter will not feel any joy, shaking his head with a ridiculous look on his face and shouting denial.

"Before, I thought that no one could successfully assassinate under my nose, but what happened?" Wooding smiled bitterly and shook his head, "This little Tang, don't feel weird about anything he does... It's a pity that I didn't react until now. Come here and get fooled around, haha, you look really old."

Reluctantly suppressing the panic in his heart, Haita frowned deeply: "Master, you said so. But what clues can you see?"

"There is no clue, or even if there is, we won't think about it. But..." Wooding rubbed his eyebrows. "No matter what method Xiao Tang used, if we assume that he took the mysterious barbarian commander to the Gray Army. Let the effect lead to the cause, and then look at the reaction of the barbarian army... Do you still think it's abnormal?"...

Haita and Wen Silin were shocked when they heard this, and their expressions gradually changed. Everything must be done from effect to cause. No matter how complicated the chess game is, as long as the game is repeated, the mistakes and flaws will be exposed one by one.

"Think about it slowly on the way." Wooding stood up slowly, his old and thin body gradually straightening. It's like a hatchet that has been washed away with rust stains, as cold as ice water. "Now, get your sword and go down the mountain."

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Thinking about the guy he called Xiao Tang. Wooding's mood is a bit complicated now. It's like taking a sip of soup that has all five flavors: sweet, sour, spicy, salty, etc. You don't taste any of them, it's just so complex that it's hard to describe.

It's not about being deceived, nor about being angry. This is the truth. You cannot only allow you to plot against the other party without accepting the fact that the other party will trick you in return. With Wooding's demeanor, of course it was not like this, so thinking of what Twain did, Wooding didn't have any bad feelings. He just felt that he was indeed old, and he felt helpless and melancholy, similar to being beaten to death on the beach by the waves.

Of course, no matter how complicated this feeling is, it will not affect Wooding's judgment. Since the Gray Army is likely to join forces with the Northern Wilderness tribe, they are enemies to the old man who has been guarding Bran all his life.

And since they are enemies, Wooding will certainly not miss the perfect opportunity to bring down the leader of Joshua and the mysterious commander of the Northern Wilderness tribe.

Therefore, going down the mountain is an inevitable choice...

The only difference from the last time he went down the mountain was that Wooding, who knew that the opportunity was fleeting, did not go on foot again. Instead, he and Wen Silin entered Brandu City and chose the most convenient and fastest way to travel, the long-distance teleportation array.

Of course, Wooding, who has always disliked ostentation, even though he had rarely walked into Brandu City openly in decades, he had no idea of ​​meeting the royal dignitaries and went directly to the location of the Space Magic Tower in the capital.

Outside the tower, Haita, who returned to the capital first, led an old man holding a magic wand to greet him quickly: "Master, everything is ready. This is the space magician who will take us to the north this time."

Looking at the old magician who was obviously found in a hurry and with a confused look on his face, Wooding nodded lightly, then glanced at the seven or eight warriors behind Haita who were bowing in unison, frowning slightly.

These warriors are all quite old, and some even have gray hair. The youngest ones are middle-aged. They all looked at Wooding with solemn expressions on their faces. With Woodin's level of vision, he can certainly see that these people are all strong fighters, and the middle-aged people with the lowest strength have already stepped into the empty-level threshold. It is no exaggeration to say that anyone chosen here has the qualifications to take charge.

Even the top wealthy families cannot produce such a terrifyingly luxurious lineup. But Haita was able to gather it together in just a short moment, which is undoubtedly abnormal. However, combined with the excited look and eyes of the other party, it seems that they all know Wooding's true identity, so it is not difficult to guess where they come from...

Trembling, "Master, please bring these royals to worship." He could see Wooding's displeasure, but Haita still bowed and persistently requested. Wen Silin on the side also bowed, silently expressing the same attitude.

Such a request with a hint of coercion was undoubtedly rude, but Haita had a reason to do so.

Outsiders don't know this, but as disciples, of course they know about the unbeatable Bran Sword God who has been across the continent for more than a hundred years! The strongest man in the continent! Now. I am really old...

As old as an ordinary old man, the wrinkles can no longer find a foothold on the wrinkled old face carved by time and take their place. They are patches of dark or light brown age spots; I am so old that I feel the coldness of winter in advance, even if I add a cotton coat and a thick blanket. However, he is gradually unable to maintain the little warmth in his old body; he is so old that all kinds of injuries and illnesses that were unimaginable and impossible in the past are now coming hand in hand, and even a little wind and cold cannot be stopped with the help of elixirs. Severe cough......

Everything is devouring this once magnificent and powerful man.

It is said that since ancient times, beautiful women are like famous generals, and they are not allowed to grow old in the world. The beauty is like this, the famous general is like this, and he is as strong as the sword god. In fact, it has to be like this!

Haita knew that this was an excellent opportunity, but who could guarantee that Wooding, who was going down the mountain again, would wield the last sword? He didn't dare to gamble, and he couldn't gamble. That's why there is a spectacular scene of these royal family members accompanying each other. Their action is to replace Wooding's action to minimize the risk.

After a moment, "Let's go." Woodin shook his head and crossed the sea tower. Step into the Space Magic Tower. How could he not know this eldest disciple's intentions? If he didn't refuse, he would be acquiescing.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Haita was overjoyed when he saw this. He quickly stood up to greet the space magician and the royal family, and filed in.

Not long after, a mysterious light rose into the sky from the top of the tower, and this terrifyingly luxurious team officially embarked on the journey...

As mentioned before, the long-distance teleportation array is indeed the fastest and fastest way to travel in the world. But this certainly doesn't mean that you can go from the south of Bran to the northern boundary in an instant. The long-range teleportation array is not that abnormal yet. Maybe the ancient teleportation array can be used, but the ancient magic arrays that have been passed down to this day are somewhat incomplete, and the effect is greatly reduced.

Basically. The path that Wooding and his party are taking now is roughly the same route that Tang En took from the south to the north not long ago. Teleportation from city to city. The difference is that Tang En used coercive measures at that time, but Wooding and his group certainly did not do this. Not to mention the space magicians sitting in the tower who dare to come up to collect fees and sign their signatures. After Haita revealed his identity and took out the royal token, they took the initiative to offer the space crystal, bending at 90 degrees to present it respectfully...

Oh, there's something different. Just when Wooding and his party came to the southern border and could easily step into the northern border with the next teleportation... they got stuck!

To be honest, this scene is kind of funny. Let’s not talk about this luxurious team with overwhelming momentum, let’s talk about Wooding. It is rare for him to go down the mountain and do a long-distance teleportation formation. He is just jumping on the bandwagon, but something went wrong in his first experience.

Turning his head to look at the old space mage who was constantly waving his staff and sweating, Wooding looked back and looked at Haita inexplicably: "What's going on?"

"Master, wait a minute." Haita frowned and walked through the crowd, briefly communicated with the old mage of the space and the magician sitting here, and then turned around, "Something went wrong. This side cannot connect to a certain northern teleportation array. But it shouldn’t be a big problem, just change the location.”

It turns out that the problem is huge.

For the next period of time, everyone watched the old mage from this space waving his staff and chanting spells... sweating profusely, and tried all the connection points. Then he jumped out of the magic circle and began to check the installed space crystal and the line problem of the local teleportation array...

Haita, who communicated again, felt helpless: "Master, it seems we need to wait a little longer. There seems to be a problem with the teleportation array here. It cannot connect to any of the northern formation points, and it is temporarily unable to teleport."

As we all know, the remote teleportation array involving the mysterious and unpredictable secrets of space is an extremely delicate thing. Not to mention that there cannot be any deviations in the transmission steps, even the magic circle itself is extremely prone to various problems. So no matter when or which part of this magic circle breaks down, it won't be a surprise.

Therefore, when the magic circle cannot be teleported at the moment, Haita and others subconsciously thought that there was something wrong with the magic circle here. They did not expect that a bitch had destroyed all the northern teleportation arrays that could connect to the south...

Woodin frowned and asked, "How long will it take to repair?"

"This...it's hard to say." It's still the same problem, involving both space and the ancient magic circle. Haita can't guarantee whether the magic circle can be repaired immediately, or whether it will take ten or eight days to normalize. operation.

After pondering for a while, Wooding asked again: "How far is it from the north?"

"There's still some distance to go, uh, master, do you want to..." After understanding what Wu Ding meant, Haita's expression suddenly changed. Without thinking, he firmly shook his head and objected, "No! Absolutely not!" Wu Ding's descent from the mountain was already a burden. , if the road is bumpy and tired, then Wooding's old body...

"You know very well how rare this opportunity is. It is related to the life and death of the empire! Besides, I'm not too old to walk!" He shouted in a deep voice. Wooding ignored Haita and directly waved his hand and ordered, "Choose the nearest path. Once the route is out, start immediately.”

After persisting for a while, he saw that Wooding's expression became more and more gloomy and he showed no intention of changing his mind. The old space mage over there didn't have any clue. Haita could only lower his head helplessly: "Let's go to the nearest port and take the waterway. It's closer..."

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