What does 10,000 people mean?
The area around the city gate was almost completely packed with people.
Visually, this already conveys a sense of "abundance".
So, what about 100,000 people?
At this scale, it's beyond what the word "see" can describe, because it's so vast that you can't see the end of it.
The main force of the rebel army from outside the city, all clad in black armor, resembled a writhing horizon, stretching endlessly to the left and right, and seemingly bottomless in front of them.
The ten thousand Blood Demon Clan had just submitted to the royal family felt utterly hopeless upon witnessing this scene.
Morale plummeted to rock bottom within just a few steps of stepping out of the city gate.
Most of them looked ashen-faced; they had just surrendered, and the other side wouldn't give them a second chance to turn around and surrender.
If wars were easily decided by surrendering and counting numbers before the fighting even begins, wouldn't it be like child's play?
Even if we take a step back...
Even if all the generals of the opposing force are idiots, it's perfectly acceptable to surrender again.
After we leave, we will no longer receive any trust or promotion.
Those who are kept are definitely only the most dangerous or hardest jobs, ostensibly to prove their worth, but in reality, they are cannon fodder who have been completely abandoned.
at the moment.
For them, there were only two paths left: either charge forward and die on the battlefield, or scatter and flee, living a dark and dreary life in anonymity, never daring to show their faces.
Thinking about these things, many people lost their color in their eyes, their gaze became lifeless and their expressions numb, and they moved slowly with the tide like walking corpses.
In their view, no matter which choice they make, their lives are over in the current situation.
Unless a miracle occurs, or a god descends—the kind of supreme guardian who puts aside all other matters to come and single-mindedly take action against the opposing side!
Otherwise, our side would have already lost the battle the moment the rebels appeared.
The grief of ten thousand people spread like a tide.
Even those leaders and clan chiefs who were released from the stone prison, healed from their injuries and reborn, did not back down when facing "hundreds" against "ten thousand", but when facing "ten thousand" against "one hundred thousand", they finally showed expressions of despair.
This is not simply a comparison of numbers.
Although the former has a larger range in terms of quantity proportion.
However, the difference in quantity between "hundreds" and "tens of thousands" can potentially be made up by the quality of sufficiently elite troops.
How can the difference between "ten thousand" and "one hundred thousand" be reconciled?
Moreover, the "100,000" side is clearly of higher quality.
More in quantity, and of higher quality.
What reason is there to lose?
Where did we lose?
Even if our side has top-tier mages from the continent to help us, it won't make a difference.
In such large-scale battles, a great mage can only exert some influence on the situation by casting forbidden spells, but forbidden spells are extremely taxing on the mage; even the greatest mage will suffer a severe blow from using a forbidden spell.
Not to mention that the most recorded casualties from forbidden spells in war are only around 100,000.
They're still the kind of half-person-tall cannon fodder used for siege warfare.
If they were to face those fully armed main forces at the front, they would be lucky to inflict half their casualties or even 50,000 casualties.
The opponent could easily withstand the forbidden spell, kill the mage, and get right up to him!
The continent's top magicians will come to rescue them; they can't possibly risk their lives here, can they?
This battle is a complete disaster from every perspective.
Many leaders, fresh out of prison, felt their lives were bleak, as if fate had played a cruel joke on them, releasing them from prison to say, "You're free now, aren't you happy?" only to say, "Sorry, you're going to die."
There's simply no plot twist or more dramatic turn than this.
The leaders were deeply saddened.
He revised the will in his mind several times, but he was still not satisfied and hesitated to sign it.
Just then...
A tall, imposing general slowly emerged from the large black-armored army ahead. Although he wore black armor, the edges of his armor were embroidered with fine gold threads.
The general in black armor and gold thread remained silent.
He simply waved his hand arrogantly.
A commotion arose from deep within the black-armored army.
After a while, like a row of towering giants rising from below the horizon, they parted the thick black crowd and walked to the very front.
The people at the city gate, who were already filled with despair, lost all their courage upon seeing the giant appear, their weapons falling to the ground as if they had never even noticed.
Just then, Wang Wen, who was leading the princess out of the crowd, heard the people around him exclaim involuntarily, " Blood Giant!" He looked up and saw that the front of the black-armored troops was lined up with a row of tall men, roughly counting them to be several dozen.
Wang Wen recalled that when she had Mo Ran delay the progress, she had single-handedly taken down nearly a hundred of these tall men.
One can't help but feel sorry for this cumbersome type of soldier.
What a waste of such a big thing! Why send it to war? It would be so much better used for grinding wheat! It could grind several tons of wheat a day, right?
What a pity!
The princess beside him stared at the Blood Giant, cold sweat pouring down her body. She muttered to herself, almost as if talking to herself, "They've even sent out the last fifty Blood Giant. This time, they have no intention of leaving any survivors!"
Wang Wen was in a hurry.
I didn't have time to pay attention to her grumbling.
A small group of people "flew" towards the Black Armored Unit.
After a few symbolic volleys of arrows, Wang Wen landed in front of the golden-haired general, using the transparent barrier to trap him as he tried to retreat back into the crowd, while also isolating the numerous guards who had surrounded him to protect him.
He spoke to the general in a friendly and approachable manner, "Excuse me, I'm in a hurry. Are you here to surrender?"
The general was completely dumbfounded.
If I weren't so close, I would have ordered the Blood Giant to beat this arrogant fool so badly he'd shit himself!
Wang Wen noticed that his silence was wasting her time.
I thought about it.
Clench your fist and crush someone into a rotten banana.
He then turned to his guards and asked loudly, "Is there anyone in charge? Come out and talk to me!"
The people around scattered several meters away with a "whoosh".
It seemed as if someone was issuing orders from deep within the Black Armored Forces.
The Blood Giant had been standing neatly in rows like they were on a catwalk, suddenly started moving. The one closest to them kicked down with a high kick, creating a whooshing sound as he stomped down.
Before his feet even touched the ground...
His entire body disintegrated into countless blood-red powders in mid-air.
As if struck by some kind of magical annihilation bomb, it instantly disintegrated from a complete entity into a cloud of light powder.
Wang Wen controlled the energy to continue permeating the remaining Blood Giant.
I also glanced at the progress.
A Blood Giant only increased the progress by 0.1.
Even if all fifty players die, it only adds 5 points.
He couldn't help but be slightly startled.
Such a big guy and only made so little progress? That Red Fatty increased it by almost a whole point!
At the time, I thought the Red Fatty was really bad, not even reaching 1 point of progress.
Are these big guys not as strong as that Red Fatty?
Or is that Red Fatty even stronger than these big guys?
Wang Wen was plunged into deep thought by this unexpected progress figure.
He thought about it.
Use the [ Oath Scepter ] to swear an oath and teleport the guy who just gave the order over here.
The Human Face inside the Scepter ruthlessly extracted a full 0.002 " Wang Wen " characters.
That is, two-thousandths of the energy.
The quantity is so small that it is almost imperceptible.
Wang Wen hadn't experienced such a cheap vow in a very, very long time.
Even the Human Face seemed a little incredulous at the price, floating out to look at Wang Wen with suspicion, as if asking, "Are you kidding me?"
Wang Wen didn't bother with Human Face.
They were surprised to see the person who had been teleported to them.
Before me stood an elderly Blood Demon Clan, whose physical characteristics suggested she was female.
After landing, he quickly calmed down after the initial panic and stared intently at Wang Wen and the others.
This basically proves that the other party's identity is not simple.
If the guards who had been scattered around also rushed forward.
Judging from his expression, he was clearly even more excited and nervous than when he rescued the general last time.
He's in charge!
Wang Wen nodded and asked her in a kind and approachable manner, "Grandma, these troops are all yours, aren't they? Did you bring them here to surrender?"
result.
The old man, utterly lacking in tact, spat at Wang Wen and said through gritted teeth, "How dare you kill my son! I'll make you all pay with your lives!"
Wang Wen thought for a moment.
That makes sense.
With a clasp of his hands, he crushed the old woman into a mushy banana, then turned to the princess and kindly reminded her, "Remember to bury her and that Red Fatty together afterwards; after all, a mother and child shouldn't be separated."
The princess's mouth was always making the "OOOO" sound; she didn't have any other expressions, it was very monotonous.
Wang Wen suppressed the urge to stuff something inside, turned to the numerous guards who had rushed forward again but had once again accomplished nothing, and asked, "Is there anyone in charge? Can't we have a calm and rational discussion?"
This time.
Nobody paid any attention to him anymore.
They all frantically slashed and smashed the transparent barrier with their weapons, as if they had gone mad.
Energy is consumed very quickly.
It's decreasing at a rate of approximately one ten-thousandth per second.
Based on the amount of energy Wang Wen currently possesses, the opponent only needs to relentlessly attack for about 186 days to deplete Wang Wen's power.
Wang Wen felt a little uneasy.
With a wave of his hand, he crushed a group of people into rotten bananas.
The art style suddenly became somewhat abstract.
The princess beside him grew up in a peaceful era and, apart from the few times when she was betrayed and scattered by a collateral branch, had not experienced much of the cruelty of war.
Before me lay a work of art that resembled a masterpiece of abstract art.
Her complexion turned from red to pink.
It probably contains a little bit of white wine.
Wang Wen looked around at the remaining black-armored troops.
Everyone who was caught in his gaze felt as if they were about to become the next banana to be crushed, and they retreated in fear.
An aerial view.
Wang Wen's eyes seemed to have a destructive power; whichever way she looked, the black tide on that side would recede and reveal a red clearing.
The Blood Giant, however, seemed to lack a brain.
Once an instruction is received, it must be executed continuously until the instruction is completed or the user dies.
Watching the massive figures charging towards her head one after another, only to turn into blood-red dust one after another, Wang Wen asked the princess with some regret, "Do you have a way to recruit these big guys? If not, I'll have to wipe them all out, won't I?"
The princess awoke from her dream.
Hearing this, she said softly, "I'll give it a try."
She pinched her earlobe and spoke a few words to a piece of material on it that she couldn't tell was stone or flesh.
A few people cautiously approached from behind the city gate.
These were the blood mages who had previously assisted Wang Wen in her experiments.
The group approached the princess, listened to her instructions, and then separated, attempting to get closer to the charging Blood Giant, constantly unleashing bursts of crimson mist from their hands.
The crimson mist began to swirl and envelop the Blood Giant's entire body.
Then.