Mortal Immortal Gourd

Er Gouzi took time out this time, but in a hurry. He found the intelligence station set up by Mo Yu and reported the news that he still returned to the barbarian army as King Ritian.

He asked the intelligence personnel to pass the news of the barbarian invasion to General Wang, Qingzhou, the court, and Snotbag.

The barbarians are coming with too much ferocity. I hope all parties can make timely preparations to deal with them.

He also planned to dispatch some personnel and resources from Qingzhou to the north to resist the barbarians.

In the past two or three years, the technology of puppet refining in Qingzhou workshops has improved a lot, and the output and quality of puppets have increased significantly.

Er Gouzi took out all his savings and gave them to Huang Fugui to make the puppet.

Now the warehouse in Qingzhou is filled with brand new puppets, and Ergouzi’s gourd also has a lot of goods stored in it.

Even Ergouzi couldn't remember the exact number, but now was the time for those puppets to take action.

At the same time, he sent a message to Snotbag, asking him to lead the remaining 400 people to find a suitable opportunity to fight on their own.

Er Gouzi returned to the barbarian army camp as King Ritian. He saw a group of incomplete human corpses in the camp.

Dozens of barbarians were eating in the midst of this mass of corpses, their mouths full of blood.

"Ritian, where have you been? I can't find you anywhere."

When King Tuntian spoke, a trace of blood was left at the corner of his mouth.

"Didn't you say that human brains are diseased and can't be eaten? I just happened to catch a batch nearby, so I'll eat it for you to see."

"We have inherited this custom for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. It can't be poisonous."

"There are more than 300 people eating today. I want to see if there is any problem."

King Tuntian said this, looking at the crowd behind him.

Er Gouzi also followed his gaze and kept these hundreds of people in mind.

Changing customs and habits is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

"Rest for a while, then we'll continue on our way."

Er Gouzi walked back to the camp silently, quietly looked at those who had eaten their brains, eavesdropped on their conversations, and secretly understood everyone's situation.

When the barbarian team set out again, he had already figured out most of the details.

His spiritual sense could not kill a Yuanying-stage master like Tuntian. At most, it could give him a headache.

Rather than just causing him some pain but not being able to kill him, it’s better not to touch him.

The barbarian army marched in great haste, the noise and footsteps like a surging torrent.

“Ahhh…”

At this moment, a barbarian in the crowd held his head, fell to the ground in pain, screamed a few times and died.

"Dead?"

"I told those with mental problems that they can't eat it, or they'll be poisoned, but you didn't believe me."

Ergouzi’s previous efforts were not in vain. Now some people have begun to popularize science to other barbarians, speaking with great confidence.

But the number of barbarians left before was too small after all, and the barbarian army coming this time was 300,000 people.

The voices of these thousands of people are insignificant among the 300,000 people. Even though one person has died, the others are still skeptical.

Er Gouzi said nothing and urged the army to move forward.

During the rest of the journey, five more people died one after another.

At this moment, even King Tuntian was a little nervous.

"Ritian, tell me, is there really something wrong?"

"It's okay, you're lucky, you won't necessarily die."

King Ritian patted Tuntian on the shoulder and comforted him perfunctorily.

"I have observed before that not everyone will die. Only two or three out of ten will die."

"People like you who are both cheap and tough won't be among those two or three. You have to believe in your good luck."

After receiving this consolation from King Ritian, Tuntian felt even more uneasy.

There is about a 20 to 30 percent chance of death. Who can guarantee that they will be so lucky?

A 100% certain result can actually make people feel more at ease. It's just a result, and they just need to do their best to face it.

Only those uncertain things make people more anxious and worried.

“Ahhh…”

Tuntian was still nervous when another person in the army suddenly died.

The manner of death was the same as before, his face was distorted and he died an unpeaceful death.

Although only a few people died in the barbarian army of 300,000, the haze hanging over some people at this moment is heavier than if hundreds or thousands of people died on the battlefield.

Along with some rumors created by those with good intentions, which continued to spread among the army, there was much less laughter and joy on the rest of the journey.

After the army marched hundreds of miles, they finally met General Wang's army.

General Wang received the news and led his human army to wait here for battle.

This time there was no verbal communication between the two sides, they killed each other as soon as they met.

"kill!"

"kill!"

King Tuntian took the lead and swung a magic weapon to smash it at General Wang.

General Wang on the opposite side also summoned his flying sword and slashed towards King Tuntian.

When the magic weapons of both sides were about to come into contact, King Tuntian suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

Ahhhh…

It’s over, I’m going to die!

A sharp pain during the battle suddenly reminded him of brain poisoning.

Alas! God is jealous of talents. At this critical moment of the battle, I am about to die.

"boom!"

Because of the headache, King Tuntian was careless at this moment and was pierced through the chest by a sword energy. He was seriously injured on the spot.

General Wang wanted to continue chasing and killing with his sword, but General Mie Tian also came to kill him, so he had to give up.

This allowed King Tuntian to escape with his life.

Er Gouzi felt a little regretful when he saw that King Tuntian was not killed by him and was now injured and running away.

He was blending in with the crowd and attacking randomly, but in fact he had already summoned the flying sword made from sword shrimp.

This sword is completely transparent and cannot be seen by the naked eye or spiritual consciousness. It quietly wanders in the chaotic battlefield.

Whenever he got the chance, he would stab out with his sword stealthily.

He doesn't care whether he is building a foundation or a Nascent Soul.

There is no need to pay attention to things like martial ethics on the battlefield. As long as you can kill the enemy, it is a good method.

It is quite easy to deal with Foundation Establishment and Golden Core, almost one sword can end their lives, but it is much more difficult to deal with Nascent Soul.

At this moment, a barbarian in the early Nascent Soul stage was using his great magical powers to kill a human Jindan in one move.

Suddenly, he felt an unusual fluctuation in the spiritual energy behind him. Without even looking, he quickly dodged.

Although this feeling cannot be seen, when an object moves forward quickly, it will inevitably drive the surrounding air and spiritual power, causing fluctuations.

Er Gouzi had been very careful and had little impact on the fluctuations around him, but the Nascent Soul expert had a keen sense and could still detect a little abnormality after getting close.

The transparent flying sword passed by the Yuanying stage barbarian, taking away only a large piece of flesh and blood on his back, but did not injure his vital parts, so the effort was in vain.

However, he was not discouraged and continued to use his transparent flying sword to assassinate people in the crowd.

With a flying sword, another Jindan stage barbarian was killed by him.

At the same time, because the gap in strength between the two sides was too great, the human army led by General Wang began to retreat.

The barbarians chased the human army all the way, causing countless casualties. They were beheaded one by one, and their bodies fell to the ground and were trampled on by the barbarians who caught up with them.

Er Gouzi has already tried his best. Facing the overwhelming force of 300,000 barbarians, the role that an individual can play is very limited.

He bit his lip, quietly withdrew from the battlefield, and when he reached a deserted place, he transformed himself back into Zhang Ergou.

He rode on the big white goose, put the door-panel sword on his back, held Xiao Hei on his head, and flew back to the battlefield.

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