"Wu Ya!"
"Your servant is here!"
"Take all the Iron Lions and 3,000 Great Horned Deer cavalry and set out immediately!"
The first thing Zhang Yang did after returning to the royal city was not order the entire army into emergency combat readiness, but gather all the cavalry. After assembling for a quarter of an hour, they left the city gates and charged north in a mighty stream along the newly built bluestone official road.
That Red-Skinned Monster wanted to divert the disaster eastward. The move was indeed vicious enough—but so what!
At least he had prepared nine months more than before.
Heading north, they had barely charged less than a hundred li when Zhang Yang shuddered slightly. He had sensed a second red dot on the grand map—a Demon Race Hidden Dragon belonging to the Devil Race camp that had entered a War State.
But he did not care. Together with Wu Ya, he continued leading the cavalry northward like a surging tide.
At this moment, the Demon Race Hidden Dragon was naturally utterly astonished, because it knew exactly how many of its allies in its own hinterland had entered a War State.
It was just about to defeat that Monster Race, and now another one had appeared. What was this supposed to mean? Were they bullying the Devil Race because its blades were not sharp enough?
Thus, the red dot stopped moving. Mobilizing troops and deploying generals was a certainty.
The Red-Skinned Monster also slowed down on the grand map. It seemed determined—resolutely determined, even if it had to fight with its life—to lure the Devil Race to Zhang Yang's lair at all costs. Even if both sides were destroyed in the process, it would not care. It had truly been driven mad with rage, gnashing its teeth