Chapter 190: Target

The earth was trembling, and the newly built houses were swaying.

Behind a low earthen wall, several people were lying on the wall, looking at the endless stream of the Shaman army, their faces deathly pale. A young man suddenly felt his legs go weak and collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up for a moment. Several companions immediately dragged him into a shack, where they vanished.

A Shaman general looked at the deathly silent city, pondered for a moment, and pointed a finger. Three thousand Shaman warriors immediately turned and charged into the city, while the rest of the Shaman troops continued toward the center of the domain.

On the main peak of the domain, Wei Yuan frowned. The Shaman army had split off fewer troops than he had expected.

Cui Yu came to Wei Yuan's side and said quickly, "Latest news: Yue Jinshan's army is now less than three hundred li away from the Shamans. If they move fast, they can arrive in less than half a day, just in time to cut off the Shaman rear guard."

"General Yue leads his troops very impressively!" Wei Yuan did not say this as mere flattery. Yue Jinshan had managed to advance fifteen hundred li in less than two days, reorganizing troops along the way; such a march alone was worthy of a great general.

Cui Yu said, "General Yue was also quite famous in the Northern Border. He fought several major battles in the past few years, but I didn't expect him to be transferred to Ningxi. According to news from home, he brought ten thousand Northern Border veterans this time; their combat power is quite considerable."

"Then we must hold on until he arrives," Wei Yuan said slowly.

"General Yue has good character and wouldn't do such a thing," Cui Yu guessed what Wei Yuan wanted to say.

"I hope so." Wei Yuan soared into the sky and soon disappeared to the north.

In the northwestern city, Shaman warriors were moving swiftly and silently through the city. Inside the city, it wasn't all shacks; many households had piled up low walls about three feet high. The walls were built of clay and stone, not very sturdy, but it would take some effort to knock them down.

Countless low walls slowed the Shaman advance and divided the battlefield into small segments.

A Shaman warrior pried open a shack and rushed in. The moment he entered, several figures erupted from the darkness, and short blades stabbed into the Shaman's body simultaneously!

The Shaman warrior let out a roar, his blade sweeping out, cutting two people in half at the waist! There was a third person trembling in the corner of the room. The Shaman warrior walked over silently and raised his machete.

The person hiding in the corner held a short iron rod. In the eyes of the Shaman warrior, it wasn't even worth fearing like the heavy spears of the Northern Liao, let alone this iron rod less than two feet long, even though sparks were coming from its tail, and he didn't know what it meant.

The Shaman warrior raised his long blade over his head, about to strike, when he suddenly heard a loud bang. He felt as if his chest had been struck by a giant hammer, and he flew backward involuntarily, smashing a hole through the wall.

The Shaman warrior screamed and threw his long blade, pinning the small person to the wall.

He looked down and saw a small hole in his iron armor. The wound wasn't large, but it was exceptionally deep. This Shaman warrior was extremely fierce; he inserted a finger like a bird's claw into the wound and dug out an iron pellet a moment later. Until now, he still didn't understand how he had been injured.

Another tall Shaman captain passed by. He looked at the warrior's wound and called two Shaman warriors to carry the injured warrior out of the city. This was the Human Domain; if injuries weren't treated, they would soon worsen.

The captain walked into the shack where the battle had just occurred, scanned the surroundings, and saw something unusual about a section of the floor in the corner. He chopped it with his blade, and the floor shattered, revealing a passage leading downward.

He checked the size of the passage, threw away his battle axe and giant shield, and jumped into the passage with only a short blade. In his spiritual sense, there was a space not far ahead where several humans were hiding.

The captain quickened his pace and rushed into a room in the blink of an eye.

The room was very dark, almost without light, and several frail humans were hiding inside. These people were weaker than any Northern Liao children he had ever seen. The captain didn't understand for a moment: why had he been transferred from ten thousand li away in the Northern Border just to deal with such weak enemies?

Darkness was not a problem for the Shamans; as long as there was even a tiny bit of light, they could see their surroundings, not to mention there were several sparks burning at the moment. These few creatures were too weak to be called opponents; all their weapons were just a few short sticks emitting sparks.

Suddenly, several blindingly bright lights flashed before the captain's eyes, and then several sharp pains struck his body simultaneously, as if several chisels had been stabbed into him!

This feeling was like being shot by the arrows of the Liao people. But the captain had been hit by too many arrows and was long accustomed to this kind of pain. He let out a roar, his blade flashed, killing everyone in the room, and then he slowly collapsed himself.

The Shaman warriors entering the city found more and more exits and landed in the underground one after another. Battles broke out in various deep passages, and muffled gunshots rang out from time to time.

Wei Yuan was still enduring.

In just this short time since the battle began, more than a thousand of the three thousand city defense troops had lost their lives. This city defense force also included one thousand people transferred from Yong'an City.

And the Shaman casualties were only a little over a hundred. This was a ten-to-one casualty ratio, even with every city defense soldier issued a firearm. If it were on flat ground without firearms, this newly formed city defense force would probably not have been able to inflict more than fifty casualties on their opponents before being completely wiped out.

But now was not the time.

Wei Yuan forcibly suppressed the anxiety in his heart, trying his best to ignore the rapidly increasing casualties and the screams, pleas, and accusations filling his spiritual sense, doing his best to turn himself into a cold calculating machine.

According to Xu Wenwu, the things that could calculate best in his world were machines, and they had no emotions. That was why humans in that world had always fantasized about machines ruling the world. When he heard this, Wei Yuan instinctively felt that such a scene was not far off.

And now, Wei Yuan wanted to exclude all emotions from his decisions, but he couldn't do it at all; his heart was still aching as if it were being torn apart.

Finally, the Shaman main force crossed the city and headed straight for the center of the domain. Of the three thousand warriors who had entered the city, except for a few ground guards, all had entered the underground.

Wei Yuan's spiritual sense moved, activating a small bell deep underground in the city. The bell's sound seemed to have infinite penetrating power, spreading far and wide underground.

In the darkness, countless people roared and screamed, grabbing their weapons and charging at the Shaman soldiers. They knew that when the bell rang for the third time, miraculous power would descend, and after experiencing that power, everyone felt they could tear those Shamans apart with their bare hands!

Formless power descended upon the city, and a storm that could not be described erupted underground!

The Shaman general who was commanding the main force to advance looked back in astonishment at the city. There was nothing on the surface of the city, but he could feel what was happening underground: the aura of his elite warriors was disappearing in droves!

He was both shocked and furious, not understanding what had happened.

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That terrifying tide of aura lasted only a very short time before fading away, totaling less than ten breaths. However, in that short time, more than half of the Shaman warriors who had entered the underground had had their auras disappear!

The general hesitated for a moment, then split off five thousand troops to enter the city, while the remaining troops continued toward the center of the domain. No matter what conspiracy the opponent had, as long as the boundary stone was destroyed, his mission would be accomplished.

At the edge of the domain, two Great Shamans stood in the air, looking out over the battlefield.

Feeling the sudden change in the battlefield's aura, the Great Shaman on the left said, "It's here again! It's that kind of power, the power that can turn people into beasts! We must provide support!"

The Great Shaman on the right stood motionless.

"What are you waiting for?"

The Great Shaman on the right finally turned his head and said coldly, "Meiying, can't you feel it? There are many old human monsters watching this place. Once we make a move, we don't know who might suddenly jump out. Oh, that's right, it's expected that someone like you, born in a small tribe, would only become a Great Shaman by luck; expecting you to understand the complexity of the battlefield is impossible. Now you only need to listen to my command; I don't need you to have your own ideas, and even less do I need your suggestions."

Meiying could only say, "As you wish."

It was just that many of the warriors who had attacked the city in the two waves were from her tribe, the most elite warriors of the entire tribe, who had always been fighting in the north. Fighting in the north brought honor and money, while here they would only die by the opponent's inexplicable means, gaining nothing.

When the second wave of five thousand warriors entered the underground, that strange, hair-raising power descended again, and then five thousand powerful auras vanished in an instant.

Meiying screamed, "We cannot continue to commit troops in waves like this! They have traps underground! We must send more troops, continuous attacks, until that city is completely destroyed!"

The Great Shaman didn't even look at her this time, just pointed toward the center of the domain: "The eyes of all the old monsters are fixed there, and that is our target this time. This city is just a tool the opponent is using to slow our advance. What we need to do now is continue to advance and concentrate our main force to attack the center of the domain. Once the center of the domain is taken, he will realize how foolish it was to split his troops to garrison several cities. If we can make the old human monsters make the first move, then we will have already won half the battle."

After saying this, he turned his head and said to Meiying, "Do you know what is more disgusting than a boring opponent? It's a teammate who understands nothing but is particularly fond of giving suggestions."

(End of chapter)