A group of military strategists looked at each other in confusion.
After all, this was a situation none of them had ever seen before.
The commander in charge had gone over the wall to fight, and no staff officer could accept such a situation.
Immediately, several strategists surrounded the little Taoist priest. If their leader had run off, they couldn't let this little fellow escape, or they would be court-martialed.
On the other side, Lin Xiang, Lin Hai, and Lin Shan's first action upon emerging was to charge towards Mark Borg and Zack Borg, the two quasi-king legion commanders of the Borg clan.
Mark Borg and Zack Borg had already considered retreating when they saw the camp destroyed.
However, their subordinates, the Golden Legion, were engaged in battle with the humans, and their retreat route was blocked by the fires from the bombing.
As the two Borg brothers were discussing their escape plan, they saw three human quasi-king elders, exuding immense pressure, charging towards them.
The brothers exchanged a bitter smile, seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes. Each of these elders was stronger than them individually, let alone all three of them coming at once.
Mark Borg said to his brother, "Zack, you leave immediately. We can save one of us. Davis has already been taken away by the ancestor. Go back and have him avenge me."
It turned out that Davis's real name was Davis Borg, a genius commander of the Borg clan.
This was why the brothers Mark Borg and Zack Borg were so protective of Davis. If it were a commander from another clan, could he command the Borg clan's Golden Legion?
Zack Borg looked at his elder brother with tears in his eyes, "Big brother, take care. I will have Davis lead the army to avenge you."
With that, he turned and fled towards the battlefield without looking back, at full speed.
Lin Xiang and the other two looked at Zack Borg, who was fleeing alone, in surprise. Lin Shan pouted and said,
"Damn, this kid is too disloyal, just leaving his own brother to run away like that. Brother Xiang, should we chase him?"
Lin Xiang was relatively calm among the Lin family members. He shook his head and said,
"No need to chase. Zhan'er is fighting this battle to prepare for the final battle with the lizardmen. We'll just kill this one left."
With that, the three of them closed the distance with Mark Borg, and three hundred-meter-long blade attacks were unleashed together. Mark Borg was cut into several pieces without even a chance to retaliate.
On the other side, Lin Zhan, riding on Xiao Hei's back, was charging through the battlefield under the protection of the Five Little Ones.
Although the Five Little Ones were only Platinum grade, they possessed the physique and combat power of Diamond high-tier. Coupled with their rune armaments, the Five Little Ones could directly kill opponents at Diamond peak.
Lin Zhan saw the commotion from Lin Xiang and the other two and hurried over with the Five Little Ones.
"Zhan'er, one escaped. We only killed this one. Do you need to chase?"
Seeing Lin Zhan approaching, Lin Xiang said to him.
"No need to chase, Grandpa Xiang. One escaped, which is good. Oh, right, take this guy's head with you. I'll have a great use for it later."
Finding no further advantage to gain on the battlefield, Lin Zhan, with the Five Little Ones, returned to the city wall.
Seeing a group of military strategists tightly guarding the little Taoist priest, who was squatting on the ground drawing circles, Lin Zhan walked over with a smile and said,
"Alright, is it really necessary to surround him so tightly? With so many of you, can he still escape?" Su Dan Novel Network
"Commander, you're finally back. You have no idea, this little fatty can use talismans. A lightning strike electrocuted two of our brothers."
A military strategist from He Dazhuang's hometown complained to Lin Zhan.
Lin Zhan looked around after hearing this. Indeed, there were two comrades in strategist uniforms, their faces blackened, their hair standing on end, lying on the ground twitching.
"You kid, you can't even distinguish friend from foe. You even attacked your own people."
Lin Zhan flicked the little Taoist priest on the forehead.
The little Taoist priest said aggrievedly, "Big brother, you don't know. These two rascals were so aggressive, they came right over and wanted to hug me. What could I do? Who knows what their preferences are? So I could only take them down."
Lin Zhan covered his face, knowing that this was undoubtedly the little fatty's sophistry. "What, you think you're in the right?"
The little Taoist priest nodded and said, "Of course. I must guard my purity for Ya'er."
Just as Young Master Lin was speechless due to Zhang Haoming,
The eight-headed serpent and Xuan Qing, who had transformed into human form, also emerged from the void.
"Uncle, those two Nine-headed Dragon Lizards have been killed. Their bodies are all stored here."
The eight-headed serpent handed a storage bag to Lin Zhan.
Lin Zhan nodded, accepted the storage bag, and said to the eight-headed serpent and Xuan Qing, "Eight-headed, Ancestor Xuan Qing, do you need anything from the Nine-headed Dragon Lizards?"
Xuan Qing shook his head and said, "I don't need anything. The resources given by the ancestor are enough for a hundred years. Zhan'er, you keep them for now."
"Uncle, I don't need anything either. Although the essence blood of the Nine-headed Dragon Lizard would be beneficial to me, it's useless if I can't refine medicine,"
The eight-headed serpent said helplessly to Lin Zhan.
Lin Zhan thought for a moment and said, "That's easy. When I return to the ancestral court, I'll go to the Shennong clan and ask them for help. Then I'll try to find some connections to get some spiritual medicine to help you grow that head back."
Ever since the eight-headed serpent returned to China, it had been working diligently, calling Lin Zhan "Uncle" with every interaction.
When China lacked resources, the eight-headed serpent had also given its collection and the resources earned from working in Great Britain to Lin Zhan to build an army.
Lin Zhan saw all of this and kept it in his heart. Now that Young Master Lin had prospered, the power of the Great Shang was also beginning to recover.
Lin Zhan would definitely find an opportunity to repay the eight-headed serpent.
Upon hearing Lin Zhan's words, the eight-headed serpent immediately became happy:
"It's my uncle who spoils me the most. I've wanted to grow this head back for a long time. After all, only with nine heads is it Xiangliu, and I can't forget who my ancestor is."
Lin Zhan said to the eight-headed serpent, "Eight-headed, don't worry. If all else fails, I'll ask the ancestor for help to find a way to grow your head back."
"Yes, I'll listen to Uncle."
After fleeing to Fusang, the eight-headed serpent had been wandering in foreign lands for thousands of years without anyone caring about it. Lin Zhan's words deeply touched it, making it feel that recognizing this uncle was not in vain.
Lin Zhan looked at the situation on the battlefield and changed the subject, "This battle is almost over. After it ends, hurry up and gather the troops and count the casualties."