After all, there is no reason to be attacked without striking back.
Sushiu is not someone who would suffer losses easily.
If the strength wasn't te enough, then waiting a while wouldn't te be impossible.
There is a saying, a gentleman takes revenge, it's never too late, even if it takes 10 years.
But now that he has enough strength, he will definitely not let revenge wait until tomorrow.
It's almost time.
Looking at the large army in front of him, Su Shingu nodded in satisfaction.
Standing on the high platform, he gazed at everyone.
Warriors of the night tribe, we're about to head to the plane of the enemy that invaded us before.
Are you ready for war? The soldiers below, whether human, wolfmen, cobalts, or half- metal giants, shouted enthusiastically upon hearing Sushingu s words.
Fight for our lord until death.
Fight for our lord until death.
Fight for our lord until death.
Very good.
Sushing grinned.
Then let us set off.
I wish you all victory.
As the clan leader, he certainly wouldn't te personally lead the expedition.
After all, his true body is only at the fifth tier of strength.
So, he just sent his divine avatar to go.
System notification.
Player walker plane coordinates locked.
Would you like to spend 1 0 0 divine sources to invade chose? Yes.
The large army in front of him instantly vanished from spot.
Meanwhile, in a plane far away in the void, a pillar of light suddenly appeared on the grassland, reaching up to the heavens and down to the earth.
Chapter 72.
Invasion of the werewolf realm.
The werewolf realm.
Time rewinds to not long ago.
After several days of anxious waiting, seeing that the human player did not retaliate with an invasion, Walker finally relaxed.
This failed invasion had caused him severe losses, reducing the strength of his army by a third.
The loss of his army pained him, but the imminent revenge from the human player worried him even more, so he'd been on edge during this time.
It wasn't until 5 days had passed without a sign of invasion from the other side that Walker finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
It seemed that the opponent was not planning to retaliate.
After all, I didn't even capture the first city, nor did I cause him any losses.
Instead, I ended up suffering greatly myself.
If anyone should be seeking revenge, it should be me.
The opponent's indifference left Walker with mixed feelings.
He felt both anger of being underestimated and joy at not being attacked just as he was thinking.
System notification.
Player eternal knight is invading your realm.
Bang.
Damn it.
Walker's face darkened and he slammed his fist down, sending the wine cup on the table flying.
This is another player's realm.
But why does it feel exactly like mine? The three-headed sky splitting eagle flew into the distance, scouting the surrounding environment.
Sushing Yu found that the landscape here was almost identical to his own realm.
Endless grasslands with no obstacles in sight.
Soon he locked onto the location of a nearby city using the sky splitting eagle.
When a system conducts a teleportation, it usually sends the player's army to the enemy's border.
After assembling his troops, Su Shingu ordered them to march toward that city.
About two hours later, the Night Tribes army arrived at the Orc city, and the Orc commander inside had already received the news of the impending invaders from Walker's divine decree, so he had prepared for the invasion well in advance.
The Orc commander did not feel fear or cowardice at the enemy's invasion.
Previously, other foolish armies had invaded, but the end result was always a field of corpses and a hasty retreat.
Therefore, the ore commander was quite calm until he saw the enemy before him.
A vast, endless army marched forward in an orderly fashion.
This invading force seems to have a lot more soldiers than usual.
The orc commander swallowed hard, sensing something was a miss.
This opponent seemed different from before.
Not just in numbers, but also in the overwhelming aura.
They were on a completely different level.
Attack.
After setting up for a night battle, the command to attack was immediately issued.
Brave warriors, fight under the gaze of the eternal night king.
Capture this city and offer the enemy's blood and heads to our lord.
Kill, kill, kill, fight for our lord until death.
Fight for the glory of our lord.
The tall half-metal giants advanced forward, holding large shields like steel match, followed by elite dark warriors and then by wolfman soldiers.
Fire arrows.
Although Walker's orc tribe lacked the craftsmanship to develop sophisticated weaponry, he still purchased a batch of siege equipment from the city of gods for safety reasons.
There were also many human captives and walkers tribe, all taken from various realms.
However, most of these people were ordinary, indistinguishable from the natives, and simply put, they had received no education.
Walker wanted to leverage them to develop professionals, which was no different from retraining them.
There was no way around it.
Other players weren't fools either.
Professionals were treasures, and only someone mentally unstable would place them in border cities, especially now that plane invasions were possible.
Those weaker players were eager to move everything to the main city.
The crossbows on the city walls instantly shot out thousands of arrows.
Terrifying arrows rain down like a storm.
The half-metal giants raised their shields.
Bang, bang, bang.
The arrows struck the shields, producing dull sounds.
A few arrows that weren't blocked by the shields hit the half- metal giants, sparking as they fell to the ground.
Only a handful of unfortunate souls were merely grazed by the arrows.
How is this possible? The orc commander was shocked, unable to believe his eyes as he watched the enemy advance without any slowdown.
Although he hadn't expected the arrows to cause significant casualties, the fact that they had no effect at all seemed outrageous.
The soldiers who were reloading saw their attacks were feudal and fell into panic.
General, what should we do? The centurion responsible for shooting asked nervously.
"Keep shooting.
I refuse to believe they are made of iron.
" The orc commander shouted, snapping back to attention.
The army continued to advance, getting closer to the city walls.
Each step of the half- metal giants seemed to stomp on the hearts of the defending soldiers.
To come at me like this right off the bat, how enthusiastic.
It would be rude not to give a little something in return.
Night Battle looked forward with a slight smile and then ordered, "Prepare the goblin sorcerers for a fireball meteor shower.
Target the soldiers on the city wall.
" After some ideological communication, the goblins had submitted to the night tribe.
After several exchanges, the number of goblin tribesmen had once again reached a scale of 400 000.
Their strength was still somewhat lacking compared to before, as the time had been too short for accumulation.