Chapter 1672 The Loyal Banshee

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Wang Yan stared at the river that was several thousand meters wide, and the water was rolling wildly. If he forced his way across the river, Wang Yan estimated that he would be thankful if half of his legion could survive in the end.

"My Lord, the situation is very unfavorable to us." Camus, who was wearing a full set of black armor, said solemnly, "In this environment, our legion's combat effectiveness can only be exerted at 30% of its 100%. I suggest that scouts be sent immediately to conduct all-round reconnaissance and find a way out of the quicksand terrain as quickly as possible."

Camus was once the famous leader of the Dark Blade Legion. He was extremely good at military affairs and found the desperate situation at a glance.

"Okay, since we have reached the final round." Wang Yan smiled calmly, "Everyone has almost come up with some tricks, it's time to show your style. The next war will be commanded by you."

In terms of commanding the army, Wang Yan is a complete layman compared to Camus. It's okay to fight a war under normal circumstances, but if you meet a really powerful commander, you will be unable to do it.

At least in terms of command, it is much inferior.

"Yes, my lord." Camus saluted, stood up straight, and a strong aura of confidence spread over him. He ordered in a slow voice, "All scouts, listen to the order, divide into four teams, and explore in the southeast, northwest and northeast respectively. Remember, once you encounter the enemy, don't get entangled, and escape as quickly as possible."

"Yes!"

The scout team participating in the exhibition this time is composed of 70 elite harpies. Among them, the top ten or so have reached the legendary level. Because of their light bodies and proficiency in wind magic, their speed is unmatched in the whole hell, and their eyesight is also very good, making them the most suitable scouts.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The four teams of harpies flew into the sky like hawks, flying and exploring in four directions in an orderly manner.

"The rest of you, form a defensive formation and rest on the spot to save energy." Camus continued to order. He didn't waste time and energy trying to build any fortifications.

In this hellhole, there was no building material to build fortifications.

The three hundred ogre heavy infantrymen, two hundred barbarian elite infantrymen, and three hundred barbarian hellhound cavalrymen, as the main force, formed a defensive formation and rested on the spot according to their usual training.

In the process, they did not make any noise, but were disciplined and well-trained.

In the sky, the dark demon Mammon said doubtfully: "The legion of the boy Moyan does not look as ragtag as it appears. Among the seventy harpies, more than ten have reached the legendary level. I didn't notice it before."

In the entire hell world, the legendary level is a watershed.

Any race that can reach the legendary level can gain respect from the whole society. If you surrender to a rich and powerful demon king and make some contributions, you can get a self-sufficient small territory and live a carefree life as a lord.

This is why in the hell world, the word "legend" is difficult to distinguish from the lord. The legendary lord is not called legendary lord for nothing.

Harpies belong to the middle-level race in the hell world. They mostly survive and reproduce in the form of tribes, and their whereabouts are almost all over the hell world. But their overall strength is not too strong. In a wild tribe of thousands of harpies, only the patriarch and the high priest can reach the legendary level.

It is no wonder that ordinary harpies can only reach C level after adulthood, and they can't even master their personal domain. A few can comprehend the domain and become elite harpies, and there are often only a dozen harpies who can reach A level in a tribe of thousands of people.

Because of this, some powerful slave-hunting teams will specifically capture a whole tribe of harpies to sell, which often makes a lot of profit. This also makes the number of wild harpy tribes less and less, and many harpies are directly born in the slave market.

Just like Zoe, the harpy under Wang Yan, she has never had a tribal life.

This 70-man harpy scout brigade is equivalent to the most essential parts of four or five large harpy scouts. No wonder it surprised the demon Mammon.

"Satan, you are really fighting for your son." The fallen demon Samael sneered, "You actually took great pains to recruit an elite harpy slave to serve as an elite scout. You have a good idea."

The demon Satan was confused. He had not noticed before that this harpy scout brigade was actually quite interesting. His son was quite playful and could actually create such a delicate harpy team.

In this small-scale legion battle, at least he would not be at a disadvantage in terms of vision.

"Compared to the harpy, the boy in black armor seems to have a talent for command." The fallen demon Samael said after a moment's hesitation, "Those barbarians and ogres can obey orders so well, the trainer must be that boy."

"It seems that the boy Mo Yan is also smart." The dark demon Mammon said, "The previous series of battles were all commanded by the boy Mo Yan himself. Now that the command is transferred, I'm afraid he has to show his real ability."

The demon Satan also felt that his son seemed to have hidden a lot of strength before. That seemingly complex slave army seemed to have hidden a lot of things, as if covered with a layer of invisible fog, which made him a little confused.

However, in the current situation, the more his son's strength is hidden, the better, maybe...

For a while, the almost dead heart of the demon Satan began to gradually revive, even if it was just a glimmer of hope.

After Wang Yan transferred the command, he felt even more relaxed.

In fact, when Wang Yan established his own slave army, Kamius, who was a former army commander, contributed the most, and he was the one who did most of the hard work. Wang Yan, on the other hand, was just grasping the general direction and catching the army's heart.

At the same time.

The four harpy scout teams had flown more than ten miles in a short period of time.

The harpy on the left had already jumped over the broad river and arrived at a delta plain. The soil here is hard, the grass is dense and the trees are sparse, and some small animals appear from time to time. It is the most suitable battlefield for Wang Yan's army to fight head-on.

It's a pity that Wang Yan's army wants to cross the river without damage, so it will take several days to build boats and bridges. During this period, the enemy's scouts had already attacked.

The harpy on the right, after crossing dozens of kilometers of quicksand, entered a large mountain area. Here, the cliffs are steep, and sharp peaks rise into the clouds from time to time. Even if the harpy reaches the legendary level, it is not easy to fly.

The seventeen or eighteen harpies exploring forward distanced themselves from each other and moved forward with a reconnaissance field of more than ten miles. They used their excellent eyesight to search every inch of land in the vast sea of ​​quicksand, hoping to find materials useful to the army.

However, this hot sea of ​​quicksand was so barren that even gerbils could hardly reproduce, and strategic materials such as stones and wood were nowhere to be found.

After flying for seventy or eighty miles.

Suddenly.

The leading harpy let out a sharp scream, and as the sound spread, the other harpies also screamed, and the screams came one after another and soon spread to the eighteen harpies.

This was a signal of encountering an enemy.

The harpies gathered in the middle according to their usual training content.

Among this group of harpies, Betty and Fanny, the leaders, were both outstanding harpies. They were also among the first harpies to follow Wang Yan in Liuhuo City.

With their own efforts, they grew very fast along the way. Wang Yan was generous with his rewards, and used the bloodline evolution technique to improve their strength again and again. Today, Betty and Fanny have achieved the first level of legend.

This made Betty and Fanny feel as if they were in another world. The life in the tribe was vivid in their minds.

The life of the harpy tribe was simple and happy, and countless sisters lived together without worries. Until the disaster came.

They all saw with their own eyes that their legendary queen fought against many people alone. They also saw that the queen chose to surrender in order to protect the sisters from being slaughtered.

They also saw that the queen was depressed and died of exhaustion after giving birth to Zoe.

That graceful queen, like an elf goddess, was eventually defeated by those greedy and shameless demons, and was unable to save the fate of the sisters in the tribe until her death.

Until he appeared.

His Highness Mo Yan!

It was His Highness Moyan who saved them from the filthy mire. Although they were still wearing slave collars, His Highness never treated them as real slaves, and he treated them with respect and equality.

From that day on, they saw the light!

Betty wore a grass-green robe, a crown of thorns on her head, and held a green cane that reached the level of a holy weapon. Her wings were slightly spread, and she was graceful and elegant when she hovered in the air.

Such a graceful temperament was no less than that of the queen of the tribe back then.

The long and painful years in the past became the best nutrients for her complete transformation and sublimation.

There are many people in the harpy community who have the same experience and growth as her, such as another harpy Fanny beside her.

Fanny's style is completely different from hers.

Fanny wore a hollow and light armor made of precious dark gold. The armor was full of inscription arrays carved by the master of inscriptions with great effort, emitting a gleaming black glow, making her look sexy and charming, yet extremely dangerous.

No wonder, this set of female holy weapon-level armor weighing only two or three kilograms was a masterpiece of the life of the dark elf master in the Fallen Demon Realm. Even in the dark elf army, only the most outstanding female generals were qualified to enjoy it, and there would never be more than ten sets.

In addition, Fanny had a dagger on her leg and an equally extraordinary dark elf bow on her shoulder.

The whole image was heroic, graceful, beautiful and full of fatal temptation.

Betty and Fanny, both of them, would definitely be the best queens in any harpy tribe. However, here, they were just the captains of the scout team.

At the same time, the other sixteen harpies who were flapping their wings and surrounding them like a command were all dignified and extraordinary, and their strength was only half a step away from the legendary level.

Even an ordinary harpy scout, if thrown on Earth, would be able to stir up some trouble.

This also shows that.

The overall strength of Wang Yan's subordinates is terrifying.

"Ancestor of the harpy." Betty closed her beautiful eyes, raised her staff, and chanted in the ancient harpy language, "Please grant your bloodline descendants great power, so that all enemies will have nowhere to hide."

The majestic energy surged from the staff, and more than ten meters away, the green energy rotated and condensed into a huge eagle eye.

In the eagle's eye, the scene within a few dozen miles was clearly revealed.

At the same time, several teams of enemy scouts were revealed one by one. They were all scouts from the Night Demon Clan. They were all thin and weak. They wore leather armor that could change color, and with the bat-like wings unique to the Night Demon Clan, they could fly at the fastest speed in the night.

Unlike the scout team of the Harpies, who became monks halfway, the scouts of the Night Demon Clan army were professionally trained since childhood, and were finally formed into an elite team after numerous tests and eliminations.

Moreover, the night demon scouts who can be selected into Prince Night Blade's manticore army are undoubtedly the best among their kind, good at concealment, rapid detection, and even assassination.

The scout unit of the Night Demon Clan is known as the Night Fang among the Night Demon Clan.

When the two armies fought, the scouts went first.

The fights and battles between scouts are often the beginning of a war. The loser in the scout battle is equivalent to the army's vision being suppressed and blinded.

"It's the Night Fang of the Night Demon Clan." Fanny's pretty face with a slightly mature charm showed a solemn look, "And the other party has discovered us and is faintly surrounding us. It's obvious that the Night Fang wants to Annihilate us."

"Send one sister back to report the news." Betty said with a cold face, "The rest of the sisters, follow me to meet the enemy."

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"What!?"

An incredible uproar broke out among the audience at the Hell Conference.

Originally, according to the situation where the battlefield has been magnified hundreds of times, it is impossible for the audience to see the scenes on the battlefield again. However, the majestic power of the three demon gods is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The Hell Conference venue seems to have remained unchanged.

In the center of the venue, more than a dozen three-dimensional light screens appeared, playing some real-time images of the battlefield. If a real-time image attracts the most attention, this real-time image will be placed on a huge three-dimensional light curtain that occupies half of the venue and become a head image.

Originally, the whereabouts of Betty and Fanny's reconnaissance team only occupied one of the small three-dimensional light screens. But as they were the first to encounter the enemy, they naturally attracted the attention of many viewers.

However, when Betty said something, the other sisters followed me to meet the enemy.

The scene erupted instantly.

The small three-dimensional light screen instantly replaced the scene of Wang Yan's army stationed in the largest three-dimensional light screen.

In the huge three-dimensional light screen, the image of the harpy Betty is infinitely magnified, and her pretty and mature face is revealed, fully displaying her beauty and youth.

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