Heavenly Dao Formula

"Yes, I am the third daughter of the Xingzhuo family." Zhuo Fulan nodded, "Without their help, I might... maybe I would have died."

"What about the elders?"

"The patriarch said he would live and die with the spirit tree, and he didn't escape with me."

Everyone was silent for a while, the enemy has now completely occupied the tree boat, the fate of the elder is undoubtedly dire.

"But the hope of the Silver Star is still there - everyone, we should pick ourselves up and drive the Imperials out of the Silver Star Tree Boat." Zhuo Fulan raised his voice slightly, "This is not a lonely battle, Noah Tree The boat is not far from us!"

"Noah...can really defeat the Empire?"

"We can't rely on us alone, but we still have a powerful ally." Heim said while cutting the bound rope, "They are willing to accept the people of the world island, where some islanders have already landed on land, to work with them Live in the city."

A safe and secure abode - that puts most people's heads up.

There was a whisper in the crowd for a while.

After all, the long time of wandering has exhausted the tree boat and the islanders on it.

"That continent is still more than a hundred nautical miles away from us, but compared to the distance traveled by exile, this distance is only close at hand." Zhuo Fulan continued, "So we need to take back the tree boat, and take back the land that belongs to us. Our spirit tree, and then control it to the west, and completely end this escape journey!"

She glanced at the fire in the distance, and the patrol was approaching. "Everyone has also seen that there are only a dozen or so people in the reinforcements, but with you, there are hundreds of people. If everyone around us is rescued, we will be a team of a thousand people. And there are more than 1000 people who were captured in the square. There are as many as ten thousand, we are not short of manpower!"

"What about weapons...?" A voice from the crowd asked.

"Of course it is to ask for it from the imperial people—use their weapons to recover their blood debt!" Zhuo Fulan said without hesitation, "Now there are unattended swords and spears in the camp, you can choose to pick them up , fight against the enemy with Noah and Jinxia allies, or choose to continue to kneel here and be enslaved by the imperial people. They are coming, no matter how many people are willing to follow, I will not run away again."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and got into the tent, picked up a machete, and then walked to Qianzhi and the others.

"You've worked very hard." The little girl grinned and said, "Sometimes the young master doesn't have the courage."

Tyre helped her translate the sentence, adding in passing, "Thank you, you've been a great help to us."

"No... I should thank you." Zhuo Fulan shook her head, "I'm actually... very scared. But that lady made me understand that the rescue team brings hope, and to really win, you must Everyone must muster up the courage to fight against the enemy together."

She didn't lie, the hand holding the knife was trembling slightly is the best proof.

Even so, she didn't back down a step.

The elf with a bruised nose and a swollen face was the first to stand up and walk into the tent.

Then more followed suit.

There was no obvious communication between everyone, but judging from their expressions, most of them were holding their breath. In the past, it was just that there was no hope, but now that there is a shelter not far away, everyone's mental state has become completely different.

After all, few people really want to be slaves.

What's more, most of these people who enslaved them had blood feuds in their hands.

"Hey, what's going on over there?"

"Why are those damn pointy ears standing up?"

The imperial team on patrol had already noticed the strangeness in the camp. The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted loudly, "Where are the ropes in your hands? Everyone kneel down, put their heads in their hands, and don't move a single one!"

The reason they didn't shoot immediately was by no means benevolent, but because they didn't want to lose the goods for nothing.

It's just that these elves have become different from before.

Instead of following the order with pale faces, they rushed towards the patrol instead!

"Looking for death!" The captain waved his knife and pointed, "Fire—"

The loud gunshots instantly broke the tranquility of the night!

But these fired bullets were blocked by an ice wall.

I saw a "ice surface" extending obliquely on the flat ground for no reason, and the end extended to the top of the patrol team. Faced with this unexpected situation, the soldiers were stunned for a moment, and after a moment of hesitation, the elves had already run across the long ice and jumped down from above them!

The islanders held short knives, long swords, spears... as long as they were usable weapons, they took them, and they stabbed at the enemy regardless of whether they were in their hands or not!

The soldiers fought back vigorously, but facing an opponent ten times their size, they were almost instantly overwhelmed by the charge!

A piercing warning whistle sounded in the sacrificial field——

The army and pirates in the dreamland were awakened. They rubbed their sleepy eyes and reluctantly walked out of the tent. Until this time, most of the imperial people still didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. In their view, most of the troops found the captives who were trying to escape, but they couldn't catch them themselves.

But the elves are completely different. With the leader, the number of people participating in the group operation has rapidly increased. After capturing two camps, the number of rebels has already exceeded 500, and the number of rebels has grown like a snowball, with no sign of stopping.

The Jinxia reinforcements have also entered the stage of free resistance.

Their targets are iron knights or other demon possessors who are difficult for ordinary people to deal with.

At this moment, Qianzhi showed his powerful fighting power as a living dead.

Few people would pay attention to a child who seemed to be only seven or eight years old. When she was killed in front of her, the powerful body functions of the living dead were enough to smash all the defense methods of the imperial soldiers. Every time she swings a punch, she can leave a hole in the opponent's body. Even if she is wearing iron armor, the dent in the armor will still hurt the internal organs.

Although muskets can also hurt Qianzhi, except for her sense of taste, her sense of touch is quite weak, and occasionally being hit by a bullet only hurts slightly, which can't stop her short and quick steps. Wherever the living dead went, there was a bloodbath.

However, it was not Qianzhi who hit the imperial army the hardest, but the combination of Shanhui and Kong Xuanzi. The former turns into a giant tengu and rampages in the crowd, while the latter lies on Shanhui's back and attacks the opponent's commander with his swordsmanship—anyone who wears armor different from other soldiers is his priority target.

This caused the enemy to fail to organize a defensive front several times. Either the assembled team was dispersed by Shan Hui, or the commander lost his head inexplicably. If you can't form an effective formation, you can't exert the maximum power of the musket. Scattered gunshots will have little effect in the face of the increasingly thick crowd.

In less than two quarters of an hour, the sacrificial hall was already boiling!

The pursuit and victory all the way made the soldiers of the empire forget something, that is, although the abilities of the elves cannot be used directly in battle, a considerable part of them are real demon possessors. Once caught in close combat, their reaction, strength, and ability to resist blows are all above ordinary people, and the imperial army is the disadvantaged side.

"Support, we need support!"

"Go and inform the elite stationed in the tree spirits, the elves here are out of control!"

"Come here, send a signal to the horn of midnight - the troops in the sacrificial field are about to be overwhelmed!"

The pigeons carrying the note for help were released one by one, and they flew towards the direction where the warship was berthed according to their habit.

And these messengers seem to have become Olina's supper.