Chapter 771 - Entering the city (1/2)

Translator: Legge

The combat troops of Stronghold 176 on the mountainside stopped their pursuit as well. The soldiers looked up in horror and saw the vortex moving rapidly towards Mt. Zhuolu.

It started raining all of a sudden. As the rain turned heavier, the sand and stones on the mountain were washed away by the sudden storm and gradually formed into several small streams. Following, the small streams converged into a torrent as a surge of silt and stones started washing downhill.

Bulan Zir roared, “Quick, run up the mountain ridge. We’ll die here if we don’t get away now!”

Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan were even feeling a little terrified. They imagined the storm was definitely related to that young man. The kid really possessed the power of gods. It was no wonder many of the nomads had claimed he was a god who had descended into this world!

In the past, Bulan Zir did not believe in gods at all. But now he believed it without a doubt!

By this point, the nomads from the eight tribes behind Yan Liuyuan had dismounted from their horses and were kowtowing in reverence to the young man.

Hassan had conveyed their master’s orders that they did not have to take any action this time.

At that time, everyone was somewhat puzzled. If they did not have to take any action, why did they come to Mt. Zhuolu?

Only now did they understand there wasn’t a need for them to make a move.

Not everyone from the eight tribes who submitted to Yan Liuyuan had worshipped him. Before this, there were at least more than half of the nomads who did not believe in Yan Liuyuan.

But when they saw the terrifying storm clouds swirling and flashes of lightning above their heads, and looking at the torrential rain pouring down on Mt. Zhuolu, they had no choice but to believe it now!

The scene on the battlefield turned strange. On one side, people were running for their lives up Mt. Zhuolu. Those who did not manage to escape were washed away by the mudslide.

On the other side, thousands of people had dismounted from their horses to kowtow to the young man, becoming the most loyal believers of a god.

Yan Liuyuan had mentioned to Xiaoyu that he would have to resort to miracles over and over again to strengthen the devotion of his worshippers.

If he was a fraud, he would definitely be exposed one day. But to him, these grasslands were where he belonged. His worshippers were already waiting for him there to convert them.

This was one of the reasons why Yan Liuyuan decided to come to the grasslands.

Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan trekked along the mountain ridge and climbed towards safety. If they encountered a mudslide, running down the mountain would be a dead end for sure. Of this, they still had some common sense of what they needed to do.

Therefore, the death toll of the Bulan and Kirghiz tribes was not that high. However, the troops of Stronghold 176 on the mountainside suffered the most casualties.

This time, the troops of Stronghold 176 had been deployed almost in full force for the battle. There were at most only two battalions left behind to defend the stronghold. But with the torrent of mudslides arriving, it was useless no matter how many soldiers they had. That was the power of nature, and humans were exceptionally powerless and insignificant in the face of disaster.

This mudslide lasted for a full five hours. Bulan Zir and the others waited silently atop the mountain under the pouring rain.

They looked at Yan Liuyuan from afar. That young man remained still at the foot of the mountain, and his worshippers behind him also remained kneeling for five hours until the troops of Stronghold 176 were utterly defeated.

Gradually, the torrential rain stopped. Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan looked at each other and both ordered their men, “Let’s fight our way back. This is our best chance to counterattack!”

Although there were still quite a few Central Plains people at the foot of the mountain, they were clinging to their lives. Some of them were hiding behind rocks, while others had climbed into the trees. Most of them did not even know where they had abandoned their guns. In contrast, the Bulan and Kirghiz tribesmen were in a much better state than the enemy. At least, they still had their swords with them!