Chapter 1285 Concentrate all your strength to destroy them!

Just when Yang Luo and his party were evacuating.

Conference Room, State House Building, Oxford.

Ferrand and other senior officials are still waiting for news.

Edward looked out the window and frowned: "It's already dawn, why hasn't there been any news?"

"Is there something wrong?"

A middle-aged man with brown hair asked anxiously.

"What could happen?"

A blond middle-aged man smiled and said: "We ambushed more than 30,000 people on the streets of Watling!

There are not only 30,000 warriors, but also more than a thousand people from the Dark Judgment Group, led by the three masters of the Great Swordsman of Light, the Templar Knight, and the Snowstorm!

Moreover, we have mobilized so many heavy thermal weapons!

It’s impossible for those nine guys to get through alone!”

"That's right, those nine guys must be unable to escape, and there is no way they can survive!"

"We just have to wait for the good news!"

Other senior officials also spoke out one after another, not thinking that the nine Yang Luo people could survive.

at this time.

A call came to Ferrander's cell phone.

Ferrand quickly answered the phone.

As soon as the call is connected.

Ferrander hurriedly asked: "How is the situation? Are those nine guys dead?"

The senior executives present also looked at Ferrander.

The man on the other side trembled: "Mr. Ferrander...then...those nine guys have...already run away..."

"What?! Ran away again?!"

Ferrander shuddered and stood up again, "Don't fucking tell me that more than 30,000 of you couldn't stop those nine guys!"

The other person replied: "Obviously we are almost going to kill those nine guys!

But at the last moment, people from the Blood Clan, the Demonic Dragon Clan and the Kingdom of Magic came to help them!

So we didn’t stop them and let them escape!”

"FUCK!"

Ferrander cursed angrily and gritted his teeth: "Where is the Great Swordsman of Light? Let him answer the phone!"

The man on the other side said sadly: "The Great Swordsman of Light is dead!"

"died?!"

Ferrander's face changed drastically, "What do you mean?! Please explain it to me clearly!"

The man on the other side swallowed his throat and said: "That boy named Yang Luo is so scary, he is simply a devil!

The Great Swordsman of Light, Templar Knight and Snow Storm were no match for him at all, and were killed by him!

Later, the Dragon Suppression Knight and the Sin Punishment Priest came to help, but they were also killed by that kid!

Today, our 30,000 warriors have suffered more than 20,000 casualties, and almost all members of the Dark Judgment Group have died!

Countless helicopters, armored vehicles, and ships were destroyed!"

Hear the other party's report.

Ferrander suddenly felt dizzy, his legs became weak, and he collapsed on the chair with a "plop".

"Mr. Ferrander!"

The senior executives present screamed and were startled.

"Mr. Ferrander, are you okay?"

The person on the other side asked cautiously.

Ferrander waved his hands to the senior executives present, then took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine, you continue talking!"

The man on the other side continued: "There was news just now that almost all of the more than 5,000 people guarding Luncheng Port were killed by people from the Blood Tribe, the Demonic Dragon Tribe and the Kingdom of Magic!"

"Damn it! Damn it!!!"

Ferrander roared angrily, out of breath with anger, and his eyes were bloodshot!

Now the second of the three interceptions they set up has been broken!

The people they ambushed were all killed and injured!

Even though Ferrand has experienced many storms in his life, he was shocked and frightened by what happened tonight!

Seeing that Ferrander hadn't spoken for a long time, the man on the other side asked, "Mr. Ferrander, what should we do next?"

Ferrander said in a hoarse voice: "You clean the battlefield first, and we will decide on the rest after discussion!"

"yes!"

The person on the other side responded.

Wait until the call is hung up.

Ferrander held the phone tightly, his face twisted, his brows twitching, and he fell into silence for a long time.

The senior executives present did not dare to speak.

Just by looking at Ferrand's expression, they knew that something must have happened again.

It took a while.

Ferrander took a long breath and said: "We who were ambushing on Watling Street failed to stop those nine guys..."

Then, he told all the senior executives present what the person who had just called had reported to him.

Until Ferrand finished speaking.

The entire conference room fell into deathly silence.

A few seconds later.

The entire conference room completely exploded.

"My dear, how is this possible? More than 30,000 people and so many heavy-duty thermal weapons failed to stop those nine guys. This is even more unbelievable than the coming of God!"

"I didn't expect that the people from the Blood Tribe, the Demonic Dragon Tribe and the Kingdom of Magic would help those nine guys even if they offended our Oxford country. It's really hateful!"

"Especially that kid named Yang Luo, who is he and how can he be so strong?! He had killed the Shadow Hunter and the Duke of Blood Prison before!

But now, this kid actually killed the Great Swordsman of Light, the Templar Knight, the Snow Queen, the Dragon Suppressing Knight and the Sin Punishment Priest!"

Hearing the discussion from everyone present, Ferrander felt upset.

He slammed the table and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, now is not the time to talk about this!

I want to ask you, what should you do next?"

"Didn't those nine guys escape to the sea now? Let's deal with them at sea!"

"Don't the Blood Tribe, the Demonic Dragon Tribe and the Kingdom of Magic want to help? Then deal with them too!"

"The pain and shame those nine guys brought us was too great. If we don't kill those nine guys, how can we, the Oxford country, have the face to hang around in the world in the future?"

Everyone roared one after another, clamoring to eradicate the nine Yang Luo people.

Some of them worriedly said: "Everyone, do you really want to continue fighting?

I'm worried that even if they reach the sea, our people still won't be able to stop them!

After all, those guys are not ordinary people at all and can be dealt with by ordinary means!"

Edward yelled at the senior executive: "Charles, can you be f**ked with depressing words!

This battle represents the face of our entire Oxford country!

Those nine guys must die, and everyone who helps those nine guys must die too!"

Other senior executives also nodded and agreed with what Edward said.

Of course, there are some people who don't dare to fight anymore.

However, the others are now furious and obviously do not agree to stop now.

"Okay, stop arguing!"

Ferrander slammed the table, stood up, and said fiercely: "This battle has been going on till now, it all depends on who can persist to the end!

It is impossible to stop now. Once we stop, it means we surrender to them and compromise with them!
To be continued...