"Damn it, I'm against them. Is Hailong going to go directly to fight us now?" Mo Tong looked angry and cursed: "It would be fine if the port was blocked by their ships. I wanted to fly over, but I was still stopped. There are six dragon-levels, the old boy of the Golden Sea Dragon King must be there too! I saw that there was no news from Mandala, but I was blocked by these grandsons!"

De Broglie also said: "This time I am standing on Lao Mo's side. The Hailong General is polite on the surface, but looking at his appearance, he is full of bad water. He actually said that the Sealong Prince was lost? What kind of thing will take half a month to find someone?"

Fantsey frowned slightly and looked at the notes again. The notes nodded helplessly: "I tried to use Gandharva's soul communication, but I couldn't contact them. The sea dragon not only blocked the sea area, but must have used some means of isolating the transmission, but..."

"But Lord Indra, Lord Yemotian, etc. will not be bound by the little sea dragon." Fantesey said for her.

"Yes, this is the place I can't figure it out!" Mo Tong scratched his head: "Even the sea dragon can block the door of our eight tribes? Even if their Golden Sea Dragon King comes, let alone His Majesty Indra, even his father is Lao Hei, he will probably beat him up so hard that he can't find Bei! Lao Fan, I said, "Why don't we guard this place, I don't think the Nine Gods dare not be able to fight at all. Now we are gathering people, so we might as well stab Hailong in the back and have a good fight with those grandsons!"

De Broglie nodded repeatedly: "It's not bad, or are they looking for Prince of Sea Dragon? Let's go to the sea to help them find it!"

Fantesey ignored these two live treasures at all. Wang Feng handed over the Moon God Expeditionary Force to him, not for him to use it for fun. At this time, he pondered: "The Eight Tribes should have other troubles. No matter what the trouble is, since it can make Lord Indra and Lord Yemotian and others stump them, it will be useless even if we go there. Moreover, with the strength of the Eight Tribes, even if there is any accident, even if Longkang arrives in person, I believe that Mandala City will not be lost. You don't have to worry."

"I'm not worried about that. It must be Longxiang's group of people who have made trouble again, a group of untrustworthy old guys!" Mo Tong curled his lips. He couldn't say he was heartless, but he was really not worried. Mandra City not only has Indra, but also Mandra magic circles, but also has six dragon-level masters from the eight tribes to take charge. It is absolutely the most solid fortress in the Nine Heavens Continent. Even if Longkang goes, it will be 100% foolproof.

The biggest possibility is that there is a contradiction from the eight tribes. The three tribes, such as Dragon Elephant, Kinnara and Garula, have always been famous neutral factions within the eight tribes and do not want to participate in the internal struggles of human beings. Anyway, even if the nine gods unified the world, with the mandala's magic array and Indra, the nine gods could not destroy the mandala. This is the oldest race that has survived since ancient times. After experiencing the rise and fall of countless races in the Nine Heavens Continent and the changes in the power of the continent, they still lived well, and they had never even thought about it.

So Mo Tong is not worried about this, but...

"Then we can't just wait here!" Mo Tong said anxiously: "Look at Lao Hei from Longcheng, and Gule Chopin from Shacheng, ahhhh, and Kelawudi from Nanwu Orcs, and Bingling's people! They all made contributions and killed so much that they were so happy. That guy Otan communicated with me a few days ago, and he looked proud and told me that his Ice Bee Array broke through the Nine Gods. I'm shameless. Is that his? It's obviously Lao Wang's!"

"We are talking about war, why are you touching Ota again?" De Broglie said with a smile: "Besides, Ota isn't your elder brother? Your elder brother has made meritorious service, you should be happy!"

There was a black line on Mo Tong's forehead. He was too lazy to pay attention to this guy. He turned his head angrily and said to Fantesi: "I don't care! Anyway, I just want to fight. If you don't dare to fight the Nine Gods, then we can just go back and fight the Sea Dragon!"

Fantesey had a headache when he heard it.

Wang Feng had already approved the news with him. The Eight Tribes left no matter what, he had already transferred the ten dragon-level players who could be mobilized. The Moon God Forest will definitely fight in this battle, but it should be three or four days later. After all, from the overall situation, the dragon-level transfer must be kept confidential first, so that the three defenders in Nanwu, Shacheng and Longcheng will retreat. Therefore, Heiwukai and the others should not have rushed to travel, and they probably won't arrive tomorrow at least.

If you told Mo Tong about this, you would probably wait immediately with excitement. But the problem is... With just a big mouth, do you dare to tell him? No matter how much you explain, it is useless. I guess you will be unable to hold back and cheer up the soldiers under his command. As soon as the excitement came up, all the faces were written, and by the evening, the whole camp could guess that the above must be prepared to attack.

"Mo Tong, wait a few more days. We still need to observe the affairs of the Eight Tribes. The Nine Gods should have been increasing their troops in the past two days..."

Before he finished speaking, Fantesey's eyes suddenly changed, as if he suddenly thought of something: "Hundred-fold mirror!"

The two elves were tired all morning and were tired. At this time, they didn't have time to rest. They quickly touched their hands and pulled out an oval mirror.
Chapter completed!