"Yes." Several waiters immediately followed Qin Ye and soon followed him to the conference hall.

The conference hall is not big and quaint. It is a battlefield and does not need comfort. When Qin Ye arrived, Alsace, Oda Nobunaga and his son, Zhao Yun, and ten other generals promoted from the war were already sitting here.

Most of the people who were promoted were modern ghosts, but they were also wearing ancient armor and long hair. As Qin Ye pushed open the door, all the generals immediately wanted to stand up. Qin Ye pressed his hands casually: "No need to be polite, everyone sit down."

Qin Ye sat in the main seat with a dragon and phoenix. Arthas looked at him deeply. It has to be said that King Yama has begun to show his momentum. Every time she sees it, she can't help but feel extremely moved.

Who would have thought that the venomous snake that sprayed venom with her at that time could have reached this point?

The so-called aura is so mysterious. If you have to explain it, it means that a person's strong self-confidence affects other people. There are many sources of self-confidence, but the fundamental one is strength. There is no doubt that Qin Ye has reached a peak in his hand, except for the three provinces of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan.

"It has been half a month since the three armies surrounded Xichuan." Qin Ye was not polite, and it was his style of doing things. He clasped the beads in his hand and spoke slowly: "All deployments have been basically completed, and the rest is the last battle. Qi (qi)hao."

"Yes." A young ghost stood up, Qi Hao, the temporary secretary during the war, had a good job, orderly and very clear grasp of priorities. Qin Ye had already had an idea. When the war ended, he would sit in a city to exercise.

After the war, it is naturally a great rule. People need to be used... no, there are too many places to use ghosts.

Qi Hao bowed and said respectfully: "At present, the total amount of Yin Qi in Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan provinces is as high as 40 million. It is predicted that there are more than one million Yin soldiers, and there are no less than five judges."

"Last week, Lord Qin Yi once again surrendered the beast Taoist master, and was rejected by the other party again. Now it is almost certain that all the ghosts in Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan provinces have gathered in Jianmen Pass and are ready to fight to the death with our army..." He straightened up, paused, and with a wave of his hand, a light curtain appeared in the air, which was a map of Xichuan.

Just in the northwest corner of the map, there is a huge red dot. The three words next to it are clear: Jianmen Pass!

Qin Ye stopped the bracelet in his hand and raised his eyebrows and said, "That means that their main forces are not all placed in Jianmen Pass to fight us to the death?"

This behavior is stupid.

Dong Zhuo has a lot of troops, but... his quality is extremely low and he has no military formation. He has to be on guard against the impact of more than 200,000 troops left in the underworld. There is no hope for not completing his contributions in one battle. Spreading the defense is like seeking death. However, the opponent did this.

"There is one more thing." Qi Hao said respectfully: "Master Zhao used the Heavenly Eye Art several days ago. What is certain is that there is a high-level artifact left in Xichuan, because even General Zhao's Heavenly Eye Art cannot be seen through, and the entire Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan provinces are shrouded under endless yin energy. But..."

“Only one.”

Qin Ye raised his eyebrows in surprise, Zhao Yun nodded and said, "I'm sure there is only one. I can only feel the power of a creative artifact, and it's incomplete. This breath is very familiar, it's a fragment of the Yama Seal. But... I don't feel the magic furnace of Anwen in that world."

"There are not many magical artifacts in the world. There is only one underworld that has been passed down for thousands of years. If it were there, I would not have felt it."

Qin Ye leaned on the chair, frowned and looked at the Yin Qi map, and suddenly said, "The army of tens of millions of Yin Qi is placed in Jianmen Pass and defends Rongcheng by itself. If our three armies jointly attack Jianmen Pass, they can eat this army in one breath. Is Dong Zhuo crazy?"

Without waiting for everyone to speak, he stood up and gently clicked on the map: "Do you feel that... he doesn't want to guard Jianmen Pass, but wants to defend Rongcheng?"

"Yes." Zhao Yun pondered: "Jianmen Pass is not close to Rongcheng. I don't believe that the underworld in Rongcheng is better than Pengqiu. At such a long distance, even our army will have to walk for several days. Once Jianmen Pass is in emergency, Dong Zhuo can support it?"

"The last general saw Jianmen Pass... he probably just defended symbolically. Once he found out that we had the idea of ​​three armies siege or attacking with all his might, they would immediately retreat. Then... retreated to Rongcheng and fight us to the death. But... this was even more strange."

Zhao Yun tapped the table gently with his finger: "Dong Zhuo is not stupid. He should know that only by completing his achievements in one battle can he be able to truly separatist. I believe he knows even more that he is not the opponent of the underworld army. Then, the best choice is to fight us to the death in Jianmen Pass. But his current method of using troops actually means that he wants to give up the natural danger and retreat to the plains. Any general who knows how to use troops a little will not do this."

Qin Ye continued: "Unless... Rongcheng Plain has a reason why he had to do this."

"What's the reason?" the two of them said question and answer.

"The magic furnace of Anwen of the Shishi." Qin Ye smiled, sat down, took the fine porcelain tea cup handed by the police next to him and took a sip: "Although you didn't feel it, I still think... The magic furnace of Anwen of the Shishishi is among these three provinces. An existence at the same level as the Yan Luo Seal... The Yan Luo Seal is broken, but it is not broken. A complete creation artifact... Tsk t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t

There is no evidence, but the current situation is only in line with the situation by guessing this way.

"Then why didn't he fight us to the death with the magic furnace of the Anwen of the Shishi's Anwen at Jianmen Pass?"

"Who knows?" Qin Ye said with a slight slightest: "Maybe... can't be held up?"

"Don't forget, in myth, it is the purest one who lifts it, it is the mortal... Of course, this is just a guess by me. How is it... there must be a reason for not being able to move the Holy Grail, you will know it when you hit it." He looked at Zhao Yun with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, if the other party uses a creative-level artifact, are you sure?"

"Leave it to the general of the last." Zhao Yun stood up and bowed, "No matter how much a ghost uses the magic weapon, it will never be able to play its original role. And it is at the level of a judge. It is good if it can exert one tenth of the power. If it is one tenth of the power, the general will have confidence to block it."

Qin Ye nodded, stood up, and looked around the audience with his eyes like a radio: "Very good. Notify Su Da's Hungry Ghost Army and Qin Yi's Shura Army, four days later, Xichuan will meet."

"Everyone..." He took a deep breath: "Along the way, every army has experienced battles of all sizes. But... this is the last. The last song of the Unification War! No one can take it lightly!"

"A week later, the three armies attack Xichuan! We strive to unify the whole country within a quarter!"

"yes!"

Underworld Chronicles: In the seventh year of Underworld, 240,000 troops surrounded Xichuan and launched the last battle to unify the country, known in history as the Battle of Rongcheng.

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The strong wind whimpered across the ground. It seemed that the wind felt the blood of the ghost and the coldness of war. It blew countless black flags and sounded. It poured into the chest of each ghost with a solemn aura.

This is the last incomplete part of the underworld in Xichuan, China. What comes to us is a huge city wall, magnificent and majestic. Although it is much worse than Pengqiu, it is more than 20 meters away. On the city wall, there are shining cold light, and countless crossbows.

The city towers standing on the city walls have a strong style of the late Han Dynasty. All the soldiers' armors also have the style of the Han Dynasty. I am afraid no one would have thought that there was such a city on the western edge of the underworld of China.

Crack, Crack, the extremely rhythmic footsteps sounded at the city tower, and it was time to change shifts again. A row of soldiers in black armor came up and replaced the soldiers who were standing guard before. An old man with a middle-aged look looked outside deeply, sighed and shook his head.

"Uncle Fifth, what's wrong?" A 16 or 17-year-old boy next to him asked in confusion: "Why are you sighing?"

Uncle Wu smiled bitterly: "When you are going to fight, you will die if you fight... I don't want to die, nor do you want to die... After all, we are not lucky in the world. The car I took you to, but it turned out to be a car..."

The boy shrugged: "What are you afraid of? Didn't you say you are a thief? We haven't seen the boss attack other gathering places. Productivity and technology are not on the same level as us..."

The young man kept talking, Uncle Wu said nothing, but just gently stroked the city wall and smiled bitterly.

Little guy...you're too young...

What kind of good bird do you think is this Lord Dong? Historical books have been infamous for thousands of years. I have to say that holding a jade seal is the orthodox of the underworld. One cannot see the ten palaces of Yama, two cannot see the Ksitigarbha, three cannot see the book of life and death... Yama Seal? What is that? I have never heard of it.

After coming to Xichuan, he acted as a mighty man and treated the ghosts and people like pigs and dogs. However, no one expected... decades ago, a huge city suddenly came, which made his strength soar.

Shu Han Palace.

This is the name of this city. It is not big, only a few square kilometers. According to the local Yin Ling in Rongcheng, this was the Shu Han Palace of Liu Bei during the Three Kingdoms period. What he knew was that the Shu Han Palace was destroyed by culture and the Great Revolution. It can only be said that... the world is impermanent, and luck is like no trace.

The armor, bows, crossbows, and cloth were almost all complete. There were more than two thousand skeleton war horses. It was up to him that Lord Dong captured the other two nearby provinces. However... he usually took the initiative to attack, but this time... he actually called back all the generals!

The visitor is not good...

This is the wisdom of life. He looked at the dark sky with concern. This time his opponent... is probably not Yi Yu. He has been in a row for several days, and his right eye is leaping wildly. Now, even standing here, he feels the cold wind wailing.

"Sizizi-!!" At this moment, outside the city, a cloud suddenly exploded on the horizon! With a heart-wrenching scream, several ghosts rushed straight to the palace in the angrily wind.

"Here... they are here!!" "Open the door! Open the door quickly! Lord Dong! We are willing to defect to you!"

The extremely frightened cry made Uncle Wu's ghost fire jump wildly again.

Who is here?

Each one is much stronger than the soldiers. Lord Dong said in his speech that this is called evil and level. Recently... the souls that have come from all over the world are becoming more and more impermanent! And each one has a pungent smell of blood. It seems to have escaped. Lord Dong accepts everything!

Who... is chasing them?

Who... made these wild wolves rather throw away their territory than to come here?

Is it...a lion?
Chapter completed!