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Chen Feng immediately turned to look at Chen Moxuan, noticing a hint of surprise on Ancestor's face.
"Let's show these two a thing or two," Chen Moxuan said, his tone tinged with displeasure, clearly dissatisfied with the absence of Ma Xingyu and Wei Yuanjing.
However, when Chen Feng sent someone to search for the two, he discovered that they had vanished without a trace, along with their six hundred personal guards.
"Tiger Brother, what do you think?" Chen Moxuan asked, a thought stirring in his mind as he turned to the man beside him.
Tiger Brother narrowed his eyes slightly and replied in a deep voice, "I feel that the time for the Divine Weapon to emerge is approaching. Ma Xingyu and Wei Yuanjing are clearly people of significance; their mission might be to obtain the Divine Weapon."
Upon hearing this, Chen Moxuan nodded in agreement.
He analyzed, "People like them would have protection if they managed to get the Divine Weapon. But if they fail to do what they are supposed to, no matter how high their rank is, they will still face dire consequences. I don't think they are fools; leaving the camp without reason means they must have some assurance of not being pursued."
Chen Feng felt a wave of anxiety rise within him at these words. He understood the importance of the Divine Weapon and realized that if Ma Xingyu and Wei Yuanjing succeeded, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He quickly asked Chen Moxuan, "What should we do about them?"
Chen Moxuan replied nonchalantly, "There's no need to look for them right now. You should focus all your attention on your mission. As for those two rascals, hmph!"
He understood that the disappearance of Ma Xingyu and Wei Yuanjing was no coincidence; someone was manipulating events from behind the scenes. Initially indifferent to the Divine Weapon, Chen Moxuan felt compelled to act when faced with such disrespect towards his descendants from those two individuals.
On the other hand, Chen Feng felt a surge of determination and fighting spirit after gaining clarity on the situation. The young man was excited at the prospect of engaging in battle for the first time.
Meanwhile, at the Qita Legion's encampment, Batu felt a mix of helplessness and anxiety. Silver Moon Mountain, once reduced to rubble by the magical forces of both armies, had now transformed into a vast pool of water. Who would have thought that such an unassuming place would become the site for the emergence of the Divine Weapon?
The biggest problem was that Silver Moon Mountain was too close to Di Sha Zhan Bu! Just as Batu was lost in thought, a figure dressed in luxurious attire and bearing an arrogant expression entered his tent.
The envoy sent by the Azure Wolf King had a singular purpose: to urge General Batu to mobilize quickly, seize Silver Moon Mountain, and obtain the Divine Weapon.
"General Batu, what are you still hesitating for? The Azure Wolf King is growing impatient!"
The envoy's tone was filled with impatience and threat, showing that he regarded Batu merely as a tool to carry out orders.
Upon hearing this, anger surged within Batu. Despite the envoy's arrogance and rudeness, he understood his current predicament. He had to complete the mission assigned by the Azure Wolf King; otherwise, his position could be at risk.
Thus, Batu replied in a deep voice, "I understand the will of the Azure Wolf King, but you also know the circumstances surrounding Silver Moon's appearance. I need time to prepare to ensure everything goes flawlessly."
The envoy sneered at his response. "Time? General Batu, how much time do you think the Azure Wolf King will grant you? Let me tell you, if you cannot secure the Divine Weapon, then you can forget about being a general!"
With that, the envoy turned and left, leaving Batu alone in the tent, feeling despondent. He knew he had no way out now. He had to formulate a plan quickly to capture Silver Moon Mountain and seize the Divine Weapon. Otherwise, not only would he fail to report back to the Azure Wolf King, but he would also lose everything.
The camp of the Qita Legion, which had been immersed in the tranquility of night, was suddenly disrupted by a series of urgent horn blasts. Inside the military tents, lights blazed brightly as soldiers were swiftly awakened from their slumber. They donned their armor and grabbed their weapons, preparing for the impending journey.
In the center of the camp stood General Batu clad in armor on a platform, his gaze sharp as he surveyed the assembled soldiers below. Behind him, the battle flag of the Qita Legion fluttered in the night breeze. The crimson banner bore a fierce wolf's head embroidered on it, symbolizing the legion's bravery and resilience.
With a commanding shout from General Batu, the soldiers of the Qita Legion erupted into thunderous cheers that echoed through the night sky like rolling thunder. The war drums beat loudly, and the sound of hooves resounded as soldiers lined up in their respective formations, creating disciplined squares.
Batu felt pride for his army. Each warrior of the Qita Legion was a battle-hardened veteran; their faces bore marks of time and conflict but were also filled with a yearning for victory and trust in their general. They understood that this battle was not only about the glory of their legion but also about each individual's life and death.
As the last sliver of moonlight was obscured by clouds, the soldiers of the Qita Legion ignited their torches. Instantly, the entire camp was illuminated by flames as bright as day. The firelight reflected off their armor, casting dazzling glimmers that lit up their path forward.
"Let’s go!" General Batu drew his longsword from his waist and raised it high above his head, its tip pointing toward the heavens as if declaring to heaven and earth the determination of the Qita Legion.
The soldiers raised their weapons, unleashing a deafening battle roar that resonated powerfully, stirring the hearts of all who heard it. As General Batu swung his sword forward, the Qita Legion surged like an unstoppable tide toward Silver Moon Mountain.
The sounds of galloping hooves, marching feet, and the rhythmic beating of war drums intertwined to create a majestic battle song that echoed through the night sky, heralding the imminent clash of war.
Meanwhile, in another hidden corner, Ma Xingyu and Wei Yuanjing were stealthily approaching Silver Moon Mountain. The two wore serious expressions, yet their eyes betrayed a fierce determination and resolve.
"Ma Xingyu, are you sure this is the place where the Divine Weapon will emerge?" Wei Yuanjing asked in a hushed tone, his gaze fixed on the mist-shrouded mountains ahead.
"There’s no mistake," Ma Xingyu replied confidently. "All my clues point to this location, and I have this!" As he spoke, he produced a crystal-clear stone from his pocket.
The stone emitted a red glow that seemed to pulse with life under the faint moonlight, adding an air of mystery as if it held some unknown connection to the waters surrounding them. "It should be beneath this pool!" Ma Xingyu declared.
Wei Yuanjing's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the stone, quickly followed by a sense of relief that he hadn’t made the wrong choice after all. "If that's the case, we need to find a way to dive underwater and locate that Divine Weapon! Time is of the essence!"
Ma Xingyu shot him an incredulous look. "Are you foolish? Without daylight, how could we possibly see the Divine Weapon?"
Wei Yuanjing felt a surge of urgency as images of Captain Chen Feng flashed through his mind. Despite having only met him a few times over the past month, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Chen Feng might jeopardize their mission!
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