Chapter 291 - Siege, The City Fell (2/2)
Hearing this, the Old Monarch who was struggling to rise up, fell down a bit. He looked straight at Gong Moran and said solemnly, “State Teacher must help the soldiers of Nanyun to hold on, you have to!”
Gong Moran didn’t respond directly, he only said, “Although this minister’s power has not been restored, the 16 disciples under this minister can take on this great responsibility.”
The 16 disciples that he said didn’t include Gong Shijiu, big boss simply didn’t count her in.
On that day, Gong Moran selected 12 disciples and divided them into two groups headed by Gong Er and Gong Liu respectively, rushing to the east and west border cities to assist Nanyun’s soldier in defense.
However, in the next six months, Nanyun still lost cities one after another, the troops from Donglin entered as if there was no resistance; the lord of several cities took the initiative to surrender before the opponent even attacked.
What’s even more pressing was no matter many times Nanyun asked for help, Beiwu had no intention of assisting, furthermore, even the envoy who went previously was all beheaded.
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Moran Hall, main hall.
Gong Moran was playing with Nan Xun when he suddenly sensed something, his hand stopped at once.
“My Lord, what’s the matter? Has another city been captured?” Nan Xun asked quickly.
Gong Moran’s eyes narrowed slightly, he said, “Gong Er and his companions are all dead.”
Nan Xun opened her mouth, she was silent for a while before saying, “My Lord should call Gong Liu and the others back. Even if they have witchcraft and gu, they aren’t my Lord after all, it’s impossible for them to deal with 100 thousand of army from Ximo by themselves.”
Gong Moran rubbed her head, “Duoduo, don’t worry, they have their own ways. What I’m wondering is why Gong Er and some disciples lost their lives so easily, this makes this Lord wonder if there’s someone who understand witchcraft from Donglin’s side.”
When Nan Xun heard this, she quickly asked Little Eight what was going on, Little Eight replied, “It’s like this, the Fated Child, Qi Hengqing, rescued an old man by chance, this old man happened to be a survivor from Witch Clan, and he’s also one of the respected Elder from the clan. His hatred for Nanyun ran deeply ah. When he heard that there’s an evil monster who helps Nanyun, he came and gave Qi Hengqing his assistance.”
“Your mom, Fated Child is indeed Fated Child, what can I say more?” Nan Xun immediately asked, “Does this Elder know that big boss is also a survivor from Witch Clan?”
Little Eight said, “The old man saw with his own eyes how his people were exterminated back then, so he only regards big boss as an evil thief, after all, many books from Withc Clan were taken by someone. This grandpa tells you, if the old man knew that big boss is the saint’s child, he would only hate him even more. In the first place If it wasn’t because of the saint, Witch Clan’s existance wouldn’t be revealed nor would they be annihilated.”
“The Witch Clan must’ve been very powerful, so how come it’s so easy to be annihilated?” Nan Xun was puzzled.
Little Eight, “Do you think everyone is as powerful as big boss ah? Not everyone has the ability to call on wind and rain, while the founder king of Nanyun was wise and resourceful, ah, no, more like, sinister and cunning. He took the saint’s keepsake, saying that he wanted to invite several of those Elders from Witch Clan to the palace for a banquet. Because of the saint’s keepsake, the Elders put down their guard and drank the wine brought by the other party, and then… well, you understand the rest.”
Nan Xun’s eyes grew cold after hearing this, she suddenly hoped that Nanyun would meet its end sooner.
“My Lord, let’s get out of here.” Nan Xun hugged Gong Moran tightly, her voice was gloomy.
Gong Moran kissed her on the forehead, “Duoduo, soon, I will take you out from here soon.”
Nan Xun: Haha, I must be a stupid ghost if I believe your words.