"(In the language of the Yi people) It is the God of the Plateau who is saving us, His people!"

"(In the language of the Yi people) Hahaha, damn the Wei people, their fire attack was defeated by the gods."

"(In Shen language) Woohoo! Plateau God! Woohoo!"

The Sheang tribesmen in Zhongluo City stopped their unnecessary fire-fighting operations and knelt on the ground one by one to express their gratitude to the gods they believed in.

And on Wei Jun's side.

Among the soldiers who gradually showed worried expressions due to the rain, Zhao Hongrun remained expressionless, neither happy nor surprised.

The God of Plateau...?

He looked up at the dark cloudy sky and sighed slightly.

Because he knew very well that it would not be long before the people from the Sheang and Sheang tribes opposite him would turn from full of joy to complete despair.

After a while, it rained heavily.

However, the sea of ​​​​fire burning in the southern city wall of Luocheng was still burning brightly and was not affected by the rain at all.
Chapter completed!