Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

As the sun rose, dozens of soldiers began to carefully push large amounts of kerosene down to the city using small carts.

On the city wall, Liang's state teacher Wu Ling looked at everything below the city with a grim expression.

The cart was getting closer and closer, and he stepped back. The archers stepped forward and shot arrows at the soldiers pushing the cart and the kerosene cans below.

Dahan's archers shot a black array of arrows at the city wall, firmly suppressing the attack from above.

There were several carts in front, almost reaching the moat. The soldiers pushing the carts put the carts aside, picked up the jars on the carts and dumped them along the river.

After they fell, there was no sign of the black spirit insects attacking from the city wall.

Wen Luo led the witch doctor and rode his horse for a distance towards the city.

After stopping, the witch doctor took out a small flute as thick as a finger and blew out a few syllables tentatively.

There was no movement under the moat, so he continued to play another paragraph.

It was not until he tried to play the sixth paragraph that the terrifying noise was heard again by the moat.

When the soldiers saw the insects coming out, they took out the flints in their arms and directly ignited the kerosene on the ground. The fire instantly shot up into the sky and quickly spread to the edge of the moat.

Thick black smoke spread out, and the insects crawling in front were immediately reduced to ashes in the fire.

Seeing that everything was working well, Wu Hong rode his horse to Wen Luo and said excitedly: "Your Majesty, give the order to attack the city!"

Wen Luo raised his hand and wanted to signal the flag bearer to start the siege, but suddenly found that there was something wrong with the soldiers who had completed their mission and were retreating.

"wrong!"

As soon as he said this, dozens of soldiers stopped halfway and started to circle on the spot. After turning a few circles, they actually drew their knives and slashed at their companions beside them!

"What's going on?" Wu Hong was horrified and subconsciously wanted to ride over to stop them.

The witch doctor's face also turned ugly.

"It's smoke. The smoke is poisonous!"

"Come back!" Wen Luo rushed forward, grabbed Wu Hong's reins and turned his horse around, "Go back and tell everyone to watch the wind. Don't smell the black smoke. There's something wrong with the smoke!"

After he stopped Wu Hong, he held his breath and rushed towards the soldiers.

Wei Rong was almost scared: "Your Majesty!"

"Follow orders!"

Wu Hong and Wei Rong looked at the witch doctor anxiously. The witch doctor knew that Wen Luo had a stone that could detoxify him, so he said anxiously, "The prince is fine. You should take the archers to a safe place first."

The two men gritted their teeth and turned around, asked everyone to tear off their clothes to cover their mouths and noses, and organized everyone to retreat together.

When Wen Luo rushed to the soldiers, only a dozen of them were left standing after they had fought each other, and each of them had his own people's blood on his knife.

Wen Luo moved as fast as lightning. He went around and chopped down the remaining people with a single blow of his hand, knocking them to the ground unconscious.

Looking at the dead and wounded people on the ground below, Wen Luo raised his head and looked up at the city wall with a gloomy look.

Through the swirling black smoke, Wu Ling gave him a cold smile.

It turned out that those bugs were just appetizers, and the real killer was the medicine sprinkled on the ground.

These drugs will form hallucinogenic smoke after being burned, and once inhaled, people will kill each other in the illusion.

Wu Ling and King Liang guessed that Wen Luo would definitely use fire to deal with the insects.

If Wen Luo had not been so cautious, thinking of luring out the insects and burning them first, and not letting the army advance rashly, the city would have instantly turned into a hellish scene with a river of blood.

Wen Luo narrowed his eyes. He thought that the person upstairs could not be kept.

He held his breath and concentrated until this moment, then he reached into his heart, took out the small stone, and put it into his mouth.

Wen Luo picked up a bloody sword on the ground, got back on his horse, and while riding towards the city, he slowly ground the small stone with his back teeth and swallowed it all.

Wu Ling realized that something was wrong. He raised his hand and the archers stepped forward, and a rain of arrows attacked Wen Luo.

He frowned, looked at Wen Luo, then turned around and left in a hurry.

Wen Luo swung the sword in his hand until his shadow could no longer be seen. When he was almost at the moat, he stood up and stood upright on the horse.

The moment the horse neighed and rushed through the raging fire and black smoke, he spun around on the horse's back, and his body floated across the moat like a fallen leaf, and in one go he reached half the height of the city wall!

Seeing that the momentum of the attack was weakening, Wen Luo slammed the sword in his hand into the gap in the city wall, jumped up, stepped on the sword, and landed directly on the city wall.

The soldiers on the city wall slashed at him with their knives in fear. Wen Luo caught a glimpse of a dark shadow disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

Without any pause, he grabbed the knife that was coming towards him and, holding it by the blade, slit the throats of the soldiers who were rushing towards him.

There were howls of terror on the city wall, blood splattered everywhere, and Wen Luo rushed down the stairs with the knife.

Wu Ling cursed silently and desperately signaled to his men: "Stop him!"

He ran forward desperately without looking back.

Wen Luo kept harvesting heads with the long knife in his hand, but his eyes were staring at the person in front of him like a murderous ghost.

No matter how Wu Ling tried to escape, no matter how many people stood behind him, he could not get rid of Wen Luo.

Wen Luo was following him closely not far away.

I followed him all the way to the Imperial Master's Mansion.

Wu Ling went all the way to a cave in the back mountain of the Imperial Master's Mansion, then he hurriedly glanced at Wen Luo behind him, turned around and went in.

Wen Luo followed in without saying a word.

The cave was winding and soon the sound of water was heard from underground.

Wen Luo chased to the underground river, and Wu Ling stopped by the river, panting.

Wen Luo stopped behind him and shook off the blood on the knife expressionlessly.

"Wen Luo, you are really brave!"

Wu Ling's face was covered with twisting black lines, which combined with his already ferocious features made him look eerie and terrifying.

"Then you are really a coward. You would rather die in your lair."

"It's still unclear who will die."

"Then give it a try."

Wu Ling stepped back and whistled sharply.

As the sound came out, rustling noises were heard from all directions underground, and the water in the underground river began to surge, as if something was about to come out from underneath.

Wen Luo stood there without moving. Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly and he raised his hand and chopped the poisonous snake falling from above his head in half.

Wen Luo glanced at the poisonous snakes that were emerging from the surrounding areas.

"Gutter bugs."

Wu Ling sneered: "As long as I can take your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the poisonous snakes on the ground suddenly rushed towards Wen Luo, and on the wall of the cave above his head, the poisonous snakes fell on Wen Luo like rain.

In the surging underground river nearby, a golden python hiding underneath emerged silently, revealing sharp teeth on its triangular head, spitting out evil tongue, and quietly swam behind Wen Luo.