The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1185 - 639: Into the Liao Tribe’s Stronghold

Chapter 1185: Chapter 639: Into the Liao Tribe’s Stronghold

Deep in the dense jungle, the intermittent shouts of people and the roars of some kind of beast intertwined, constantly approaching here.

Zhao Douan’s nerves were taut, and he instinctively glanced at Old Zhang behind him, seeing his calm expression, he lowered his voice:

"What’s going on? Could it be the Liao people? Have we been discovered so quickly?"

Zhang Yan Yi looked disdainful: "I just arrived here, how would I know?"

After a pause, he added: "It’s merely soldiers coming, then defend; water coming, then block it with earth."

Can you not act superior? Zhao Douan muttered inwardly, but then heard the pointer of the compass in Yu Xiu’s hand suddenly stop, and she urgently said:

"Our location is near the core stronghold of the Liao Clan, there should be many patrol soldiers nearby."

Patrol soldiers? Zhao Douan’s heart stirred, and he showed a contemplative expression.

Due to the suppression of cultivation, Jin Jian’s little face looked a bit timid, her hands nervously gripping the magic wand, suggesting: "Should we hide first?"

Zhao Douan shook his head and said: "No. We wait for them to come."

Then, he patiently explained under the puzzled gaze of the two women:

"According to the intelligence, the main forces of the Liao Clan should have already set out to attack Yunfu, which means their base camp might be empty now, but this is just speculation. We must gather the latest information to decide on our subsequent actions."

Yu Xiu exclaimed: "You want to take down this patrol troop and interrogate them for information?"

Zhao Douan nodded and glanced at Zhang Yan Yi:

"With a Heavenly Master present, taking down a few people should be able to cover it up, right?"

Seeing Zhang Yan Yi show hesitance... Zhao Douan quickly added:

"After all, with the Heavenly Master’s skills, how could such a little thing be impossible?"

"..." Zhang Yan Yi stood with hands behind his back, maintaining a demeanor of a master, smiled lightly: "With me here, feel free to fight."

The master is indeed domineering... Yu Xiu and Jin Jianer smiled, feeling this place was no longer terrifying.

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Another part of the forest.

A chase was unfolding!

In the forest, a group of around thirty to forty elite warriors from the Liao Clan, riding fierce beasts, pursued relentlessly behind a thin young man.

The warriors ran along, angrily shouting: "Capture him!"

The ground shook.

But the slender young man was like a monkey, leaping between the trees, each jump spreading his arms like a bird, agilely dodging the bone spears and arrows shooting from behind.

"Woo!"

While in mid-air, the young man heard the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the wind from behind. He hurriedly borrowed force from the air, bizarrely grabbed the bone spear, and was forcefully brought to crouch on a tree branch by the immense power of the spear.

The young man revealed a mouthful of white teeth and laughed: "We Yu Country people have an old saying, ’A wise man submits to the times’... Why so persistent in chasing?"

In the forest, a burly Liao warrior, wearing a bull-horned helmet, cursed: "Thief! Return the bone spear!"

The young man seriously smiled, holding the spear in his right hand, his left hand grasping the air:

"Oh foolish warrior, you dropped this bone-made spear, or this emperor’s new spear... damn it!"

His face changed as he saw a spinning giant axe coming!

Subconsciously throwing the bone spear to fend off the axe, Han Zhao ran wildly, lamenting:

Though he seemed at ease outwardly, his mana was almost exhausted, and his Wind Control Skill wasn’t moving either, he feared he might fall in this damned place.

Yet just as Han Zhao despaired, he surprisingly noticed that the Liao Clan soldiers behind him were not following.

Turned his head to look back.

"Huh? They’ve gone?" Han Zhao found in surprise that the pursuing soldiers seemed to have noticed something and actually left him, retreating towards the direction of the main stronghold.

"Phew... Lord Heavenly Dao shows mercy!" Han Zhao let out a breath, slumping onto the tree branch, sweating like rain.

This contemporary disciple of the Heavenly Master, Zhang Yan Yi’s miscreant disciple, Jin Jianer’s "Fourth Brother" stretched his hand, pulling out an ancient sixteen-sided die from his loose robe.

Upon which the sixteen sides of the die were covered with the character "bad luck", marked blood-red, fading away bit by bit.

"Turns out it was waiting until this round of bad luck ended..." Han Zhao gently breathed a sigh, mumbling:

"Had I known this damned place was so perilous, would have earlier asked Senior Sister Yu Xiu properly..."

Hesitating for a moment.

Han Laosi, who dubbed himself "Gambling Saint", ultimately dared not throw the die in his hand again:

"Well, bad hand in the Evil God’s territory, but leaving like this, isn’t it a fruitless endeavor? Talked about the Liao Clan’s lair being empty, still thinking of borrowing some gambling funds..."

Han Zhao’s eyes whirled, gazing in a certain direction, undecided.

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People came!

After waiting for a while, Zhao Douan and the others saw about thirty or forty Liao Clan warriors riding bizarre beasts, armed with weapons, approaching from afar to near.

At this moment, he couldn’t help recalling when he fought the King of Qingzhou in the outskirts of the capital, he had witnessed such evil beasts in a military formation.

However, it was his first time seeing the Liao people.

They saw these aliens were dark-skinned, each robust, with exceptionally large hands and feet, bigger than the Yu Country people, looking like little giants, wearing soft armor sewn from beast skins, with an extremely rough overall style, using very primitive weapons.

Most used bone spears and long knives, although despite their sharpness not matching Yu Country weapons, being used as clubs to hit people, they were equally powerful.

Among them, the leader, being exceptionally tall, was even shirtless with a dense panda fur on his chest, a fierce appearance, wearing a bull-horned helmet, holding an extraordinarily exaggerated giant bronze axe.

"Is this a Liao warrior?" Zhao Douan almost instinctively felt pressure from this group, particularly from the leading warrior, making him feel like facing a formidable foe.