Tu Shanjun stared at the iron Buddha in his hand and fell into deep thought.

Do you want to try to contact the Yan family...

How could a mature fox not guess what the old lion was thinking?

The old lion specially asked him to do the peace talks, obviously to prevent the Tushan clan in Qingqiu Mountain from being treated as traitors and scapegoats if the news leaked out.

As for the reason, haha, I can’t hold it any longer.

No matter that there are hundreds of thousands of mountains sharing the same enemy, no matter that there are demon lords from Kunlun in the Western Region supporting them from behind, no matter that Fuyu Mountain has accumulated many years of experience, but after gathering a large army and fighting fiercely for so many years, the demon clan alliance has indeed reached the end of its rope.

Originally, the demon clan lacked key knowledge inheritance, and their cultivation and growth could only rely on accumulated practice, the mutation of their own talents, and the devouring of various genius treasures to achieve realm breakthroughs.

But now the resources of the entire Shiwanda Mountain, and the young and strong demon clans of all races, are endlessly consumed in the caves and trenches of Fuyu Mountain.

The rare spiritual fruits and spiritual roots used for breakthroughs were harvested in advance and used as military supplies before they were mature enough for medicinal purposes. They caused extremely serious damage to various geniuses and treasures.

Those little demons who have given birth to spiritual consciousness but have not formed pills have almost no chance to survive, grow, or show their talents, so they are all reduced to rations of beasts and beasts to supply the consumption of the demon army.

The only ones who can survive are the races that are naturally suitable for fighting. Even if they are lucky enough to break through and form pills through worshiping the moon, and become a new force, they will not have much time and opportunity to awaken their own power and understand the magic and tactics.

In the face of the Yushan Sixth Division's rapidly updated armor and the constantly updated and iterative powerful firepower, these little demons were just pure cannon fodder. Without any opportunity to practice and learn, they were bombarded into minced meat and residue, and remained as food for their fellow tribesmen.

And there are fewer and fewer big monsters above Nascent Soul level.

Because the war was so fierce, Mozhushan's offensive almost never stopped. However, a great demon king like the Jiuqu Divine Sect, who was in the realm of gods, was unwilling to take action personally to deal with Mozhushan's surprise attack.

Fighting not only wastes their own training time, but also consumes their own cultivation. As long as the giant does not appear, they are unwilling to deal with this kind of temptation that does not threaten Fuyu Mountain.

Secondly, I was really frightened by that giant, and later that master in blood-colored armor.

Therefore, they were worried about being ambushed and killed by the masters of Mozhu Mountain, so every time the human warriors came to attack, the demon clan had to rely on a large number of Nascent Soul demons to come forward and force the opponent to retreat in a bloody battle.

But in this way, the actual results that can be achieved are extremely limited. After all, it is difficult for Yuanying monsters to actually kill those elites protected by tiger armor. Instead, they may show too conspicuously and be targeted and beheaded by the opponent's masters.

Therefore, those old mountain monsters who can truly be called Nascent Soul Realm monsters, who can take the form of humans, or at least have put on human skin and come into contact with humans, have experience, knowledge, and inheritance, will soon be on the battlefield of iron and fire.

The front line was depleted by massive killings.

Once upon a time, these great Nascent Soul demons were all the mountain king cave masters of Shiwan Mountain, and there was a possibility that they would grow into a generation of demon kings. Perhaps it was also because they were worried that new demon kings would be born among these old demons.

If Wandashan gets another share of the pie, it will affect the current distribution of resources, so the demon kings will not take action.

In short, the current generation of new monster masters has almost disappeared. In just a few decades, a large number of rising stars and new generations of various races have died, and those who have replaced them are all those who have grown up rapidly under the light of the virtual moon and look like monsters.

In fact, they are almost completely devoid of intelligence and only know how to kill monsters like crazy.

It seems that after all these years of fighting, Fuyu Mountain is as solid as a rock, and there seems to be no obvious difference in the number of Nascent Soul demons. It even feels as if the demon clan has become more powerful and prosperous after the virtual moon has risen.

But Tushanjun, who was born among them, knew it, and the old demon Jiuqu probably knew it too.

It's a world of difference.

If the fight continues, the demon clan will be finished.

Not to mention restoring the glory of the Eldar race and rebuilding the civilization and glory that existed thousands of years ago.

In just a few years, these hundreds of thousands of mountains, the last home of the demon clan, will be filled with demon fetuses that are completely devoid of wisdom, crazy and violent.

From now on, these 100,000 mountains will become a complete devil's cave and a devil's realm.

The demon clan living in this land will never call themselves the spirits of heaven and earth again.

They will become monsters, just like the human race has never changed their name for them throughout the ages.

beast

Tu Shanjun let out a long breath, clutched the iron Buddha in his hand, and was about to speak when the little demon outside suddenly screamed,

"Demon! Iron ships from the Magic Mountain! Iron ships from the Magic Mountain! So many! So many!"

"What! Why didn't the trumpet sound!"

Tu Shanjun was shocked and rushed out of the fortress to take a look.

It’s really an iron ship. Mozhu Mountain is here to attack the mountain! But why are there so many ships! Twenty to thirty, there are at least sixty iron ships!

Densely packed! Like an iron coffin, facing the virtual moon and riding on the dark clouds! The overwhelming attack is coming!

They actually launched a night attack!

And sixty ships! Six thousand!? How come there are so many people!

When did such a large army gather together! Where are the scouts! Where are the sentinels!

"Blow the trumpet! Beat the drum! Why are you still standing there! Work harder! You haven't eaten!"

Tushanjun roared, but the little demons banged, banged, whined, and played trumpets and drums, but their voices were extremely low, as if they were stuck in a trench and couldn't get out.

"This, this, this horn cannot be blown!"

"Beat it, beat it! The drum doesn't even sound!"

"What nonsense are you talking about! Give it to me!"

Tu Shanjun rushed over, grabbed the mallet, and hit the cowhide drum with all his strength, smashing the war drum with a loud bang.

Tushanjun was stunned.

I took the magic weapon away and tore it open. I only saw that the amplification notes inside the drum body were all broken. The same goes for the horn. The magic weapon for transmitting military orders was all broken for some reason, and the air was not right and sticky.

It's thick and thick, as if you're in deep water, and it's buzzing so loudly that you can't even hear what's being said unless it's roaring.

They are serious about it.
Chapter completed!