C516 Beginning of the Great War

Standing beside Zhao Zeye was Elder Suo Feisi, who was also dressed in a blood-red cloak, the rest of the Duke of the Strigoi s, as well as the Saint Knight Head of the Church, Lie Menfuge, and the other eleven Holy Knights. Besides the difference in power, there was also a huge difference in clothing.

Ta Guluosi and the other Duke of the Strigoi s had inherited the traditional noble's magnificent style, all of their robes had patterns woven from golden threads, and were even adorned with precious stones. The horses they rode on were also inlaid with gold armour and precious stones.

Compared to the Blood Tribe's exaggeration, the Holy Crusader Army of the Holy Church was much more pragmatic. Other than the leader of the Holy Knight army, Lie Menfuge, who was dressed in a battle robe embroidered with a Crusader Emblem, the rest of the Holy Knights were all dressed in shining silver armor. Only on their left chest was there a gold Holy Crusader Army emblem.

They led the huge army of tens of thousands of Blood Clan and Orcs as well as the Crusaders from the Holy Church to the Kunlun Mountains. If not for the fact that Hua Xia had long been prepared for this event, any ordinary person would have been terrified upon seeing them.

"Senior envoy," Elder Suo Feisi galloped his horse over to Zhao Zeye's side, "Are we just going over there like this? Won't they encounter any ambushes? "

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Zeye did not speak, but Lie Menfuge laughed out loud from behind, his words not concealing the slightest hint of disdain: "Are these two techniques only used by the Blood Race?"

Suo Feisi coldly glared behind him and was about to reply with a sentence or two, but Zhao Zeye simply waved his hand and raised his face that was hidden under the wide hood to look in front of him. He said without the slightest fluctuation in his emotions, "You can rest assured that if that person was the commander of this battle, there shouldn't be any tricks or plots! Just as he understands me, so do I! "

Suo Feisi and Lie Menfuge were a little confused by his words, but since Zhao Zeye was the commander of the battle, they did not say anything else. Zhao Zeye looked at the vast army behind him and could not help but sigh.

Previously, although he had asked the Church and Shadow Council to join hands in the name of the Holy Emperor's Emissary, the conflict between the Church and the Shadow Council had made them separate masters. Other than the brainless Orcs and the weak shaman who did not have any objections, the Strigoi had been secretly and openly competing with the Church, which gave Zhao Zeye quite a headache.

Previously, he had thought that if the Strigoi had teamed up with the Church, he would be able to set up powerful formations based on the characteristics of the blood energy and the power of light. However, after some practical operations, he discovered that not only the Blood Tribe had refused to join hands with the Church, they had also not liked them at all.

Furthermore, the last time he went to look for Xu Xiaoming, although he was able to retreat peacefully, his battle with Xu Xiaoming and the others had left him with some hidden injuries. Right now, he had only recovered nearly 90% of his original strength.

Although Zhao Zeye restrained the Pope and had to absorb the power of light from the Pope's body every day to cultivate, his physique was special, so he had to improve both light and dark energy. This kind of pure darkness energy was not easy to obtain on Earth, so no matter how much light energy he absorbed, it would be useless, and he might even die from his body exploding because the power of light was too strong compared to the power of darkness!

Thinking about that, Zhao Zeye could not help but stare fixedly at the Kunlun Mountains that seemed to be right in front of him. His eyes slowly narrowed as he muttered in his heart: I really hope that you're there!

Before, Zhao Zeyu had always thought that the Medicine Sovereign Shang Qingfeng had only left Xu Xiaoming with all his legacies, but ever since his battle with Xu Xiaoming, he started to suspect that without a Medicine Sovereign to guide him, Xu Xiaoming would not be able to reach his current level even at his current age, no matter how talented he was. Therefore, he couldn't help but speculate that Qing Feng, who had been his enemy for tens of thousands of years, was actually the most talented alchemist in the entire world.

On the other side, giant frog was in the main hall of the Spirit Ruins Sect discussing with Xu Xiaoming and the rest when a spy suddenly came to report, "Reporting! "We found traces of the Strigoi at the foot of Mount Kunlun. It's only half a day's journey away from here!"

When he saw that Master Ling Qing and the others looked as if they were about to face a great enemy, he could not help but chuckle, and said: "Don't worry! After such a long journey, the allied army of the Shadow Council and the Holy See must be feeling tired. If they were to fight in such a situation, it would be extremely disadvantageous to them! Therefore, they would definitely rest for the night! "Search and report again!"

Master Ling Qing stroked his beard and laughed: "Venerable One is right, we were too impatient!"

"The Great Clan Elder had ordered all of Khondahl's men to leave, leaving behind only an empty city. He even left some food there, so they will definitely rest in Khondahl's house!"

giant frog nodded, and looked around, only to realize that something was amiss. Situ Family's Situ Ling seemed to be not to be around, and couldn't help but to look at Xu Xiaoming, only to realize that the latter was winking at him. giant frog immediately understood what was going on, and couldn't help but smile and not say anything.

Huangfu Chenlong then laughed out loud and said: "They probably won't be able to sleep well. They are probably all on guard against us going for a sneak attack! "Haha!"

Xu Xiaoming nodded and said to the rest: "Since that's the case, let our cultivators and the witcher army rest! We will gather at the ancient battlefield tomorrow morning and wait for the arrival of the Strigoi! "

Everyone agreed and went back to rest. Tomorrow morning, Mo Yihan would bring everyone to the ancient battlefield, so they did not need to worry.

After everyone had left, giant frog jumped onto Xu Xiaoming's shoulder and smiled: "Disciple, I didn't find any trace of Situ Ling just now.