The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Di Yin did not expose him, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was amused by his appearance, and praised him:

"You are busy every day, but you still think of delivering a plate of cakes. You are much better than some people."

Xue Moqian knelt down beside him and said, "Demon Lord, I know why you are worried. After I went back, I spent the whole night thinking about the solution. Finally, I came up with an idea."

Di Yin looked at him in surprise, "Oh? Xiao Si actually has a brain too, this is quite strange, tell me about it."

"What the Demon Lord is worried about is the disagreement with Big Brother. I thought, since we can't convince Big Brother, why don't we find a way to get him away from me?

Just think about it, as long as he leaves, the matter of exterminating the ghost tribe will be as easy as taking something out of a bag, and it can be solved in a few minutes."

Di Yin frowned slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "What you said does make some sense, but Jianli is suspicious by nature. If I send him out at this critical moment, I'm afraid he won't listen."

Xue Moqian shook his head. "Don't worry about that. I have already thought of a solution. You can arrange a paid task for Big Brother and tell him that as long as he completes this task, the ghost clan can be kept safe."

Di Yin nodded, "Well, this is a solution. But isn't this cheating?"

"It has come to this point, how can we care so much? As soon as Big Brother leaves, we will send troops immediately. By then, even if he comes back and knows about this, it will probably be too late. After all, by that time, we will have already exterminated the Ghost Tribe."

After a brief thought, Di Yin felt that what Xue Moqian said made sense, and immediately nodded in agreement.

……

The most brutal battle started soon after Hua Jianli left. At this time, the ghost tribe had already been tortured by the previous bloody massacres and was in a terrible state.

The huge race that once had a population of more than 8 million now has less than 1 million left, like a candle swaying in a storm, which may be completely extinguished at any time.

Every member of the Ghost Clan is like a tough guy made of steel. Even if a cold sharp blade is placed on their necks, they will never lower their noble heads or utter the word "surrender".

Now, in this desperate situation of life and death, they have mobilized the entire nation to fight as soldiers, and men, women, old and young all go to the battlefield. The scene is so tragic and heroic that it makes people cry.

From the white-haired old men who walked unsteadily and could only rely on crutches to support their shaky bodies, there was no fear in their cloudy eyes, only the determination to face death.

Even the infants and young children whose baby teeth have not yet grown fully and who still stumble when walking, they should be playing and laughing in the warm arms of their parents and enjoying a carefree childhood.

But now, their parents have already turned into cold souls in this cruel war, falling on this land stained with blood.

These poor children were tortured by the war and were left naked. Their thin bodies shivered in the cold wind. Their little faces were dirty, with traces of mud or gunpowder that could not be distinguished. They wandered all day long in this land full of ruins like lost little animals.

They were thirsty and hungry, and could only lie helplessly on the dusty and bloody ground, drinking dirty water in big gulps. Their small figures looked so lonely and desperate in the flames of war.

The Shura army swept in mercilessly again like a surging black tsunami.

Although the ghost children still had childish innocence on their faces, at this moment, their dark little faces were filled with ferocity and determination.

With their dirty little hands, they randomly grabbed a small stone from the ground and held it tightly in their tender little hands, as if it was their weapon against the whole world.

Then, with unsteady steps, they resolutely rushed towards the enemy troops that were surging like a tide. Their figures were as small as ants in front of the tall and mighty Shura soldiers.

But they did not retreat at all, and their small bodies burst out with amazing courage. However, the cruelty of war would not show any mercy to their bravery, and the ending can be imagined.

In the center of the battlefield, there was an even more tragic scene.

In order to completely wipe out the ghost tribe before Hua Jianli returns, Di Yin stepped into the battlefield fully armed.

He was well aware of the principle of capturing the leader first, and the first target locked in his cold eyes was Cang Yuan, the leader of the ghost tribe.

Cang Yuan was like a trapped lion. Although he was covered with wounds, he still fearlessly engaged in a thrilling life-and-death duel with Di Yin.

The figures of the two people intertwined in the air, and the light of the magic was like a gorgeous meteor, drawing deadly arcs in the sky. Every collision seemed to make the heaven and earth tremble.

They fought so fiercely that the air around them was squeezed and deformed by the powerful force, forming strange vortices.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Di Yin seized the opportunity and the magic sword in his hand, like a black lightning, accurately pierced Cang Yuan's waist.

Cang Yuan groaned, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, staining his clothes on his chest red.

Then, Di Yin kicked Cang Yuan mercilessly. The kick contained a tremendous force, like a cannonball, and kicked Cang Yuan fiercely into a sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood was formed by the blood of countless people who died in the battle. At this moment, Cang Yuan's figure was looming in it, and his life or death was unknown. Only a dazzling blood-red ripple appeared on the sea surface.

Without Hua Jianli's protection, Su Yang was alone and helpless in this chaotic and cruel battlefield, fighting against the enemies that were surging around him like a tide.

He watched Cang Yuan being kicked away by Di Yin. Before he could even shout, he was heavily pressed under him by a corpse that flew out of nowhere.

He struggled desperately, using all his strength to crawl out from under the man's body.

When he saw the face of the corpse clearly, he was shocked and stood there in shock. The corpse was none other than his eldest brother Cang Ce.

Su Yang's lips were trembling, his eyes were full of disbelief and grief. He looked at Cang Ce's body, and had not yet recovered from this huge blow. Then, his second brother Cang'an fell down not far from him.

"puff--!"

The sadness and anger that followed were like raging magma, rolling wildly in his heart, but he could not find an outlet to vent, and finally turned into a mouthful of blood, spurting out of his mouth.

On the battlefield, the number of Ghost Clan members was decreasing. Their figures were like candles in the wind. They fell one after another under the fierce attack of the Shura Clan army.

At this moment, the only one who could still barely hold on to the battle was General Rabbit Liu Rangchen.

The armor that once shone silver was now stained red with blood, and the mask on his face was badly damaged, as if telling of the countless brutal battles he had experienced.

During the break in the battle, he noticed Su Yang's dangerous situation and flashed in front of Su Yang.

Liu Rangchen tightly grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand and held Su Yang in his arms with the other, using his body to build a solid barrier for him, preventing the dense rain of swords and spears around him from hurting Su Yang in the slightest.