Chapter 1120 (1/2)

Nie Zhuo, the elder of the king's gate, looked down.

He exudes the strong and incomparable breath of Gao Xingwu emperor.

Under the frightened eyes of one Moro army, he raised his hand and gave a big blow to the direction of the MOA camp.

The plains were broken, and the power of the sacred fire swept through the barracks, making the soldiers of the Moro state turn their horses upside down and scream repeatedly.

Then, he raised his head and laughed wildly, ”I'm Nie Zhuo, the elder of the king's clan. Listen to me, your town general, commander of golden armor, and all of your powerful Emperor Wu have been killed by this elder.”

”Go back and tell your emperor that you don't want to fight against me. Otherwise, the emperor of Wu in this battle will be his end. Ha ha ha

He laughs like a demon emperor who kills.

Under the frightened eyes of the 100000 Moro national army, he clapped one hand and another.

The ancient moon city collapses, the ancient moon city surrounding, burned a large area of fire.

Countless Moruo national army, in the scream, was burned to death.

Then he laughed wildly.

With a big move, he put away the flame and flew toward the West.

The fire burned and screamed.

The flame, which contains the breath of heaven and earth's holy fire, burned for half a day.

Bao An, the general of Zhenbei, escaped from the fire with more than 30000 people.

He looked back at the ruins of the ancient moon city ahead.

Around the ancient moon city, the color is scorched black, the smell of death like fire permeates the whole plain.

Looking at the side, less than 30000 Moro national army, he collapsed on his knees.

”The general of the town is dead, the commander of the imperial city is dead, and all the strong men are dead...”

”It's over It's all over. ”

Bao An, the general of Zhenbei, was pale and trembling.

He is a second grade general and a direct subordinate of the Zhenguo general longfeijia.

He had a high position in the moron army.

But at this moment, his heart was like an abyss.

Although he is still alive, he clearly knows that he is not far away from death.

Such a major mission failed, a powerful Emperor Wu all died.

The moat will not let him go. He will be buried with him.

The remaining 30000 people escaped.

But these 30000 people have to die!

In addition to the wounded Moro soldiers, there was also a general around Bao'an, the general of Zhenbei.

Their status is not as good as Bao'an. Most of them are in the fourth grade or so, and there are five grade generals.

At this time, they also broke down and cried like Bao An.

”General Bao, what can I do?”

”General Bao, your majesty will kill us.”

”I don't want to die!”

A general cried at Bao'an, the general of Zhenbei, and asked him what to do.

But Bao An knows what to do with it?!

He thought that in the end, the holy fire of heaven and earth was acquired by foreign forces.

After all, the strength of foreign forces is incomparable.

Wu Huang of the same level is not their opponent.

But he didn't think it would be so miserable.

All the Emperor Wu of the Moro Kingdom who came to participate in the mission were killed!

There is no solution. They have no other possibility but to bury the dead.

A general of the kingdom of Moro.

Those gray faced soldiers were also full of despair.

The four grade generals with rough appearance were named Qian tungsten.

He broke down in his heart, evil to the gall, said to Bao An: ”general Bao, those two women also ran out.”