The wind lifted the curtains, and the rest was lonely.

As the day dawns, a good show is about to be staged.

Deep in the Northern Regions, the Imperial City of the Orc Race is heavily guarded. A burst of loess flew by, and two embarrassed figures rushed from a distance, covered in blood and dirty.

"It's General Tong and General Yuan"

The orcs on duty saw the two of them, turned their heads to the orcs on the city gate and shouted: "Go and inform General Li that the two main generals of our emperor have returned seriously injured."

When the news reached the barracks, the orcs quickly stepped forward, opened the city gate, and put the two into the city.

galloped past, and in a moment the two arrived at the barracks, and casually threw away the war horses in their hands, and the two stumbled into the main tent.

As soon as he lifted the curtain of the camp tent, General Tong, who had a bloody face, shouted: "General Li, my emperor is critically injured, our army has suffered heavy losses, General Li should go to support."

"What? My emperor is critically injured? General Li's face changed greatly, and he didn't care about asking anything else, so he strode out of the camp tent and quickly gathered 200,000 troops and went straight to the station.

The two looked at each other and smiled, a sinister glint in their eyes.

To the north of Yongcheng, ten miles away, the 400,000 troops of the half-orc race stopped here.

Tuoba Qingye, the main tent of the barracks, sat on the bed, took out a green bottle from the storage ring, pulled open the cap, and poured all the white liquid in the bottle on the wound on his chest. After doing this, Tuoba Qingye threw away the bottle and slowly lay down, his long red hair bewitching and spreading, reflecting the white skin with an extreme beauty.

The white liquid penetrates deep into the skin, and in a short time, the half-healed wound on the chest is healed, white as jade, without the slightest blemish.

Seeing this, Tuoba Qingye slowly hooked the corners of his mouth, fortunately, there is ice jade cream, otherwise how could the wound heal so quickly? But who is that man in Xuanyi, and when did such a powerful spiritual cultivator appear in Yongcheng?

Unable to think of the result, Tuoba Qingye sat up lazily, pulled a piece of clothing and put it on his body, and was about to get up, when a figure rushed straight into the main tent.

"My Emperor, the End Will Be Late"

Tuoba Qingye frowned, looked at the man kneeling in front of him, his face was cold, "General Fan, this emperor left you to guard the imperial city, what are you doing here?" ”

Fan Luo was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Tuoba Qingye, "My Emperor, General Tong and General Yuan rushed to the capital, let the last general come to support"

When Tuoba Qingye heard this, he smashed the tea case next to him with one palm, "General Tong and General Yuan were killed yesterday, what you see must be someone impersonating"

"What? Impersonated? Fan Luo was shocked, "Who is so bold that he dares to pretend to be the two main generals of our emperor?" ”

Tuoba Qingye's face was gloomy, and he looked at Fan Luo coldly, "Only you came by yourself?" Did you bring any soldiers and horses? ”

"The last general brought an army of 200,000"

"Two hundred thousand?" Tuoba Qingye was shocked, "It's a plan, return to the imperial city quickly"

Tuoba Qingye gave an order, and the 300,000 troops rushed to Yongcheng at full speed.

In the bushes on the side of the road, a figure quietly poked its head out, looked at the galloping army, and quickly escaped.

Advancing at a rapid pace, three hours later, the army of 300,000 half-orcs finally arrived at the imperial city, standing on the war horse, looking at the imperial city in front of which there was no one to guard and the city gate was wide open, the anger in Tuoba Qingye's eyes almost turned into substance.

With the order of "go", the 300,000-strong army quickly rushed into the imperial city.

There was no imaginary devastation and blood, cold and silence pervaded it, and although the imperial city was deserted, there was no trace of the tragedy after the war.