Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1482 Summons, Human Race Grand Army (2)

Chapter 1482 Summons, Human Race Grand Army (2)

Since he wanted to gather all parties, he naturally had to offer enough benefits.

Otherwise, who would be willing to serve?

Upon hearing his words, Han Muye collected the golden light into his palm, turning it into a golden pattern. Then, he activated the three thousand clansmen behind him and walked briskly.

Mu Changkong also followed closely, and a ma.s.sive army of 20,000 from the Muyang Mountain roared into motion behind him.

After traveling for a thousand miles, a large camp emerged.

The camp covered an area of a hundred miles, and a shadowy figure of a golden crow stood in the sky.

In the middle of the camp, a 30,000-foot-tall golden crow floated in the air, its golden eyes casting a brilliant light like the sun in the sky.

"That's the Zhuo Yuan's tribe.

"More than 180 smaller golden crow tribes have gathered in the vicinity."

Mu Changkong's expression became slightly serious, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid this hunting mission is not as simple as we thought."

On their way, many other major tribes had also formed large camps.

This was something unprecedented in the history of hunting in the wilderness.

Han Muye nodded, his gaze falling on those golden crow shadows.

The giant golden crow in the center seemed to sense something and turned its head slightly.

"The Han Mountain and the Muyang Mountain tribes have arrived."

When they walked out of the camp, someone was already shouting at the entrance.

A group of soldiers in golden armor blocked Han Muye and the others.

In the Great Desolate, wearing battle armor was a rare sight.

Whether it was the Han Mountain Tribe or the Muyang Mountain Tribe, not everyone was armored.

Actually, with Han Mountain's financial resources and the treasures Han Muye had brought, it was not difficult to make everyone in Han Mountain's tribe wear armor.

It was even said to be an extremely simple matter.

But Han Muye did not do so.

Although the Han Mountain Clan was a group he controlled in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, he would eventually leave.

Besides, for the Golden Crows, the best armor was the awakening of their bloodline power.

Armor could sometimes be a burden.

Glancing at the large army behind Han Muye, the golden-armored commander in front sneered slightly.

Their armor was incomplete, and their weapons were messy.

One could imagine how strong such a clan was.

"Han Mountain Tribe, Muyang Mountain Tribe." The Golden Crow leader revealed a light blue essence spirit power.

A seventh-level essence spirit.

"Go and replenish the armor of your tribe first."

He raised his hand and turned to leave.

Replenish the armor?

What did that mean?

Mu Changkong shouted in a low voice, "Where are you going to mend your armor?"

Hearing his words, the general turned around and smiled. He pointed out of the camp. "Go s.n.a.t.c.h it!"

He sneered and looked at Han Muye and Mu Changkong. "Don't tell me I have to let you enter the camp and give you my Zhuo Yuan Tribe's armor?"

"You don't even have all the armor, yet you have the cheek to partic.i.p.ate in the hunt."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Mu Changkong's face was ashen as the essence spirit behind him slowly appeared.

"Forget it, the strength of the clan in this camp is probably enough." Han Muye patted Mu Changkong's shoulder and said calmly.

The people who received the summons were all extremely smart.

If not for the orders of the higher-ups of the Zhuo Yuan Tribe, this person would definitely not dare to stop Han Mountain and Muyang Mountain tribes from entering the camp.

From the looks of it, he must have gathered enough power and did not need it anymore.

Mu Changkong waved his fist hatefully, turned around, and strode away.

Han Muye didn't stay any longer. He turned around and led his clansmen away.

In the middle of the camp, a young man in a pale yellow robe stood with his hands behind his back.

"Is that the first junior in 10,000 years to awaken the Golden Crow bloodline?" The young man sneered, his eyes flickering with a faint golden light.

He had awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, but it was not thick enough.

"Heir, you're right. This person is the head of the Han Mountain Tribe and has already awakened the Golden Crow bloodline. According to the deduction, he has at least reached the Blazing Sun Realm."

Behind the young man, an old man in a green robe whispered.

The bloodline of the Golden Crow race would have different levels according to the density.

The Morning Sun, the Blazing Sun, the Scorching Sun, the Ever Bright, the Great Sun, and the Great Heaven Golden Crow.

To be able to awaken the Blazing Sun bloodline was a sure bet, a shoo-in.

Hearing the old man's words, the young man's expression darkened.

He had only awakened the power of the Blazing Sun Bloodline.

Among his peers, very few had awakened the power of the Blazing Sun.

In a remote Han Mountain Clan with only a few tens of thousands of people, how could there be an awakening of the Blazing Sun bloodline?

"Humph, after this hunt, I don't want to see this Han Mountain Clan again." The young man snorted, turned, and walked into the big tent.

The green-robed elder nodded and turned to look at Han Muye and the others, who had already left the camp.

"Everyone, this time, the human army of the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty has been mobilized and is moving powerfully. We can't underestimate them. We must gather all the Golden Crow clans and not let any scattered clans be surrounded and killed…"

Inside the big tent, a majestic voice resounded.

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Ten days later, with a resounding roar in the void, countless tribes rushed towards the wilderness.

The clear sky and wasteland were vast. Army after army rushed in, gradually spreading out like small dots.

Only those large clans formed a large battle formation and dozens of millions of troops slowly advanced.

Only the major clans formed large battle formations, and armies of millions moved slowly, appearing magnificent.

The two million-strong army was the army of the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty, led by Marquis Lie, Wu Zhuang.

Marquis Lie of the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty, Wu Zhuang, was a True Spirit Realm expert. He had once led an army to conquer the depths of the Great Desolate and slaughtered many exotic beasts.