The retribution of the Heavenly Dao cycle was unpleasant, Xiang Ningxuan had just made a face to people, and he was soon made a face.

There are few people who can show Deputy Commander Xiang's face, and Miss Bai is one of them. Moreover, Xiang Ningxuan had to accompany the smiling face, because he had thrown off everything else, and he was almost late for the departure ceremony.

"That, I'm sorry. I was so tired that I accidentally overslept. ”

"Humph!" Bai Yingqiong glared at him and said, "For the smooth departure of the army, all of us have almost never slept all night, it's good for you to be the boss!" If you really rest, don't you know what you're doing at night? ”

Xiang Ningxuan explained: "Wronged! I'm repairing Zhang Huizi's soul and harmonizing the energy in my body, which is very draining. I was so tired that I couldn't help her take care of it, so I went straight to sleep. Really didn't do anything. "Mmmm, Zhang Hunzi did it, I really didn't do anything.

Seeing that Bai Yingqiong was going to say something more, Xiang Ningxuan immediately turned passive into active, holding her waist, and a trace of soul energy seeped into her sensitive delicate body. He leaned into her ear affectionately and said, "Yingqiong, are you jealous?" ”

Sure enough, Bai Yingqiong instantly softened, but said stiffly: "No!" There are so many people watching! Can you pay attention to the image? ”

"You're my woman, everyone knows about it anyway, what's so embarrassing? Don't worry, I'll comfort you when I'm free. ”

Bai Yingqiong couldn't resist at all, and stuffed a few pieces of manuscript paper into him and said, "It's almost time, hurry up to the stage to preside over the departure ceremony!" ”

According to the arrangement of the ceremony, Xiang Ningxuan stepped forward to present flags to the seven regiments that went out one by one. The four human groups already have numbers, and they will go through the motions.

The troll's troop number is the Deadwood Independent Regiment, and Xiang Ningxuan stepped forward to award a red dragon flag to the regiment commander Lai Ye.

That's right, among the high-ranking officers of the three alien regiments, each regiment has only one deputy commander of the alien race, and the others are all humans.

The Deadwood Regiment has the most complete class configuration, and the trolls are very good at long-range attack and melee combat. In the front row there are "Tustin dogs" carrying shields, and in the back rows there are axemen, spear throwers, and more than a dozen troll priests.

After switching to dragon totem, the trolls not only quickly embraced the new faith, but were even more devout and even fanatical than the Chinese who claimed to be the descendants of the dragon. As a result, these troll priests quickly gained more power than before, and they also developed a number of dragon-related spells.

The number of the feather people's troops is the Qingbi Independent Regiment, and the white winged banner on the blue background is awarded. The Qingbi Regiment is led by Li Weili, and his evolved individual tactical armor can fly, which is just in line with the feather people.

The feather people's troops are relatively single, mainly lightly armed archers. Moreover, the Great Priest of the Feather Man recruited the most elite Feather People into the Temple Guard, and this Feather Man army was not strong. Luckily, their arrow attacks can inflict Sun Flame damage, which is good against the Undead Scourge.

The number of the half-orc troops is the Zoe Independent Regiment, the banner is a sledgehammer, and Chen Qing is the commander. These orcs are all rough men of infinite strength, and they are heavy infantry.

Since defecting to the humans, these half-orcs have changed their guns, wearing more than 200 catties of all-steel armor, and the weapons in their hands are either sledgehammers or maces. Only these powerful guys can wear such equipment to fight.

Among them, the three hundred half-orc soldiers with the best discipline were equipped with the new Mo Sword. This kind of Mo knife is three and a half meters long, and the blade is one meter and two meters long, which makes people shudder just by looking at it. Blades forged with the new Psionic Forging method can tear through 80 mm of homogeneous steel plates.

These strange sword soldiers showed good combat power during training, and this time it happened to be tested in actual combat.

After the flag was awarded, the next step was naturally the routine leader's speech.

After delivering an official message about the unity of all races against the Scourge Legion, Xiang Ningxuan began to speak unscripted: "The undead scourge we are facing now is from the extraterrestrial Azeroth. In that world, there was a prince who, like us, faced the threat of a scourge of the undead. ”

"When the prince led his army to a city, he found that the whole city was infected by the plague. How did this prince do it? He unrelentlessly swung his butcher's knife at his own people, indiscriminately killing the entire city. Who is this prince? He is the current leader of the Scourge of the Dead, Arthas, the Lich King! ”

"It turns out that whoever abandons the people will be abandoned by the people!"

"Unlike Alsace, the republic is a people's country, and the central leadership instructed us to do our best to save the people of Lucheng. As long as you don't become an undead or a minions of the undead, the republic will never abandon or give up a person! ”

"At present, we have received nearly 30,000 refugees in Hongye District and Jiangcheng District, and after the all-out rescue of the medical camp, the natural disasters and plagues on the refugees have been controlled. The next step is to develop drugs to treat patients. What Arthas, the Lich King, couldn't do, we've done! ”

"Why have we been able to defeat the scourge of the dead? Because the time and place are favorable, they are all on our side. Needless to say, this side of the world is ours. When it comes to people, it is a contest of faith, we have come from the disaster of the end of the world, built the current home, how many miracles have we created with our own faith? And what faith can those brainless undead have? All they have is instinct and desire. I believe that as long as we unite and steadfastly, in the near future, we will definitely be able to defeat the plague of natural disasters and defeat the army of natural disasters! ”

"In addition, I would like to give you another piece of good news. Last night, the Cult of the Cursed God wanted to wreak havoc at night, and we have already served it in one pot! Not only were all the spies buried among us unearthed, but the head of the Cult of Curse, the Black Witch Falina was directly killed by us! This is the first Naxxramus leader we have killed, and in the future, if the other undead leaders dare to come, we will dare to take their heads and pay tribute to the creatures they have killed! ”

The more Xiang Ningxuan spoke, the higher he was, and he was not stingy with energy, he pulled out his long sword and raised it in front of him. The bright morning sun reflected on the cyan sword body and reflected on Xiang Ningxuan's face, making half of his face shrouded in a misty light, and his resolute face was as sacred and majestic as a sculpture of a god.

The half of the face that is not reflected in the sunlight is still human.

From a distance, with that long sword as the boundary, Xiang Ningxuan was half like a god and half like a human, and all the people present, whether they were human or alien, seemed to be subdued by a kind of power, and they were dumbfounded and at a loss.

Finally, Xiang Ningxuan raised the long sword in his hand and said loudly: "Long live the republic, victory will definitely belong to the people!" ”

"Hooray! Banzai! Victory! Victory! Both the officers and soldiers who participated in the departure ceremony and the people who came to watch the ceremony all shouted in unison with great tacit understanding.

Even in other parts of the listening system, soldiers and civilians shouted cheers from time to time.

For a time, the sound of long live and victory resounded in the four fields.

In the midst of this unanimous cry, the long sword held high in Xiang Ningxuan's hand became more and more dazzling in the sun, the brilliance pierced the sky, and the sound of the dragon's chant resounded in the sky.