The tens of millions of war beasts Luo He had brought were gone.
Half of the five-million-strong foreign race legion he had brought had been wiped out.
Though his forces still held an absolute advantage in numbers, did those numbers mean anything?
Lin Su had destroyed nearly half his strength while suffering virtually zero losses himself!
But could he complain about it?
The moment he complained, would the War King reputation of eight generations of his ancestors still remain?
Luo He would never have imagined that he would become a sacrifice for the reputations of eight generations of his ancestors! Oh, no, a victim!
Precisely because he dared not report the true military situation, he was destined to become a departed soul in foreign lands!
He cut off communications.
Luo He slowly raised his gaze and looked into the distant west...
The night wind blew in, carrying a chill already three parts deep...
"Former Marshal, seven days, seven days..." The strategist slowly lifted his head. "How do we defend?"
Luo He slowly drew back his gaze. "Summon all the commanders. This marshal will deploy the ultimate military way of the War King lineage. We shall meet him with real blades and real steel, and see the true measure of things on the battlefield!"
Over the course of one night, war smoke rose on all sides within the central command tent.
The ultimate military way of the War King lineage displayed all its brilliance upon the sand table, where military banners played out the battle.
Amid this deployment of troops and formation of ranks, Luo He awakened once more the War King blood within his heart. At this moment, he truly resembled a White-clothed God of War.
In distant Xihe City.
Jin He had not slept all night.
Four more people