Chapter 3892 4.1492 Who Is Your Saint...
"Yes." Xia Kui nodded and said solemnly, "Presumably, your Highness should have heard about what happened outside. Now the entire Fengmu Forest is surrounded by the beasts gathered by the harpies, inside and out."
"In our small fortification, there are about 500 available practitioners. Most of them are practitioners above the tenth level of the spiritual realm!"
"More than 200 people from the Royal Academy can participate in the battle." Qiao Mu said coldly, "As for the others, if you don't want to die, you can call them, pick up your own guys, and fight with the team."
"No one will sacrifice their precious life for others."
"No one has the obligation to protect others for free."
"The price of backing down is to stand back and die! Let them all think about it."
Qiao Mubing's icy and cold voice fell in the ears of all the team members around him, and it felt like a gurgling ice water slowly swept through their hearts, revealing a coldness in their bones.
"Captain Xia! Our team is willing to obey the deployment."
"Captain Xia, we are also willing."
Xia Hei quickly nodded towards the captains of the surrounding mercenary squads.
Prince Mo smiled lightly, "Xia Kui, take out all the weapons that can be used in the fortifications and assign them to the combatants."
"Yes!"
"Give you a quarter of an hour to count the number of combatants."
"Yes!"
"Look, there seems to be something flying over from the sky??" Suddenly someone exclaimed.
Everyone looked up quickly.
I saw figures in white robes, like the stars and the moon, swish, swish, and fell into the small fortifications at an extremely fast speed.
The originally crowded fortifications were really crowded with people, and some of the wounded were moved to the corners, where there was still a place to stand.
"Holy maiden!!" The two old worshipers who were excellent in singing and singing rushed forward with tears in their eyes, with a guilty look on their faces, as if they wished they could slap their heads to death in front of Qiao Mu to apologize.
Qiao Mu: Who is your saint?
An old man in azure clothes with long hair scattered and immortal style quickly floated in front of Qiao Mu, took a step forward with an excited expression, and quickly greeted him and said, "Feng Heping has seen Your Excellency Saintess."
An enshrined said excitedly, "Saint, this is the chief elder of our clan."
Everyone looked at the strange things, and looked strangely at a group of Feng people who suddenly appeared.
All eyes fell on Qiao Mu again.
The latter's expressionless expression was particularly... funny in front of the enthusiastic group of Feng people.
It's like shaving one's head and the burden is hot. There are hot faces in the room, and the ones that meet are small faces with little facial paralysis and coldness.
"Holy maiden, this place is surrounded by beasts. How about we talk about it in the Hui clan?"
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but light up.
clan?
These cultivators who appeared suddenly looked like they were all very good at cultivation. Could it be that their clan is nearby?
Does that mean that everyone here has been saved?
"I think you are mistaken, I am not your saintess." Qiao Mu said expressionlessly, "Furthermore, you also said that the herds of beasts are approaching outside, and we people can't sit still."
Hearing the sound, Huang Qishan rushed over, rubbed his hands together and said flatteringly, "That, Crown Princess, you can ask your clan to bring us into the clan together, and take refuge first."