Five years ago, the Far North Wasteland.
The Royal Court of the True Flame Division.
It was snowing heavily and the night was extremely dark. In the golden tent of King Khan, a basin of fire burned, shaking the figures in the tent. The warriors of the Zhenyan tribe were wrapped in fur coats and wore a scimitar on their waists, and they surrounded the Khan King's golden tent.
Balun, the first warrior under King Xiao Maha of the Zhenyan tribe, and the young shaman Onan stood with their hands down, waiting quietly outside the golden tent.
Neither of them said a word, letting the heavy snow cover their shoulders without moving.
In the golden tent, Xiao Mohe's eyes were full of exhaustion. His majestic body should have been very powerful when facing the girl in front of him, but now he looked too rickety.
And in front of this king of the Khan who dominates the wasteland is the princess he just retrieved from the wasteland two years ago, his flesh and blood, Flame Fairy.
However, fate has played a trick on people, and the father and daughter have only been reunited for two years, and now they have to face separation again. The old shaman claimed that there was something wrong with the sacrifice, and a girl with the blood of the king was needed as a medium to pray to the gods for prophecies.
The old shaman chose Yan Ji.
And Yan Ji is Xiao Mohe’s only daughter.
"Yan Ji..." Xiao Mohe stroked the girl's head, his tone full of guilt, "Will you blame Dad?"
The girl in front of her didn't seem to appreciate it. She sneered, looked up at the greatest man in the Shinyan tribe, and said, "Whose father are you? My mother told me that my father has died a long time ago!" Also, my name is Gesang. My mother is dead and I only have two relatives. My grandfather is not the king of the Zhenyan tribe. His name is Xie Xuan. One day he and his brother will come to pick me up and go to the Song Dynasty. Yes, there is an endless sea there..."
"Shut up!" Xiao Mohe shouted angrily, raised his palm, and pretended to slap the girl, and said sternly: "You are my daughter, Xiao Mohe, your younger brother is Xiao Rang, and your grandfather is Zhenyanbu. Your Majesty, not Xie Xuan!”
The girl closed her eyes without flinching, but the expected pain did not stop.
"Yan Ji, you are angry in your heart, and my father knows it." Xiao Mohe pressed the girl's shoulder, "I am sorry for your mother. It would be better if my father was not the Khan King of the True Flame Department... But maybe this is The life of my Xiao family."
The sudden quarrel startled the two people outside the golden tent, and the snow on their shoulders shook off.
But the silence that followed was even more painful.
Just when Onan was numb from the cold and thought he was going to freeze to death outside the golden tent, the big tent was finally opened from the inside, and the flaming girl came out with an indifferent expression and looked at the two people guarding outside the golden tent. Looking at the True Flame Warrior, Onan felt as if he was getting colder.
But he didn't know if it was an illusion. The moment the big tent was opened, he seemed to see tears on King Khan's face?
The golden tent fell, severely separating the two figures.
"Mediator Shaman, I've kept you waiting for a long time." The girl's tone was cold, she raised her chin and said, "Let's go."
Onan didn't say a word, he just wanted to leave here as soon as possible.
As soon as the two of them started to move, Barron got on his horse.
"Barron, you led so many people to surround the golden tent, are you afraid that I will run away?" Yan Ji sat on the black horse riding on the snow. Due to Barron's tall and strong body like a bear, she had to look up. The man sneered and said: "Don't worry, if I want to run away, even you may not be able to catch up with my golden light. You should take your people and continue to guard the golden tent to protect the safety of King Khan." .”
After that, he rode the snow-trodden black horse and walked deeper into the snow.
Onan quickly followed.
But Barron was like a deaf-mute, silent. After the girl had gone a little further, he followed her on his horse.
Onan's riding skills are very poor, far inferior to Yan Ji. Seeing that the distance was getting further and further away, I became anxious and whipped the horse whip cruelly, which frightened the horse under his crotch and started running. Onon was so frightened that his face turned pale and he started to scream.
Barron, who was following behind, heard the noise and quickly sped up to catch up.
As soon as the mediator's horse started running, it couldn't stop at all, and passed Yan Ji in a flash. The young shaman on the horse was so frightened that he screamed, and he didn't have the demeanor of a shaman at all.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Barron didn't care much. He quickly caught up with Yan Ji and passed her.
The moment he passed by, Barron glanced sideways at the girl out of nowhere, and saw tears all over the girl's face frozen into ice.
Barron was distracted for a moment and didn't notice that Onon had fallen off his horse. Seeing that the horse under Barron's crotch was about to crush the young shaman's head out of the sauce, Onon closed his eyes and screamed in horror.
Fortunately, Barron came to his senses at the last moment and reined in his horse. Onan narrowly escaped death and rolled and crawled up from the snow. He was still frightened, but he dared not speak out in anger.
At this time, Yan Ji rode over, sneered, looked down at the embarrassed young shaman, and said: "Meinan, you really embarrassed the shaman. You didn't learn a single spell from the old shaman. ?"
Hearing this, O'nan blushed.
"Let's go, come with me." Barron sat on the saddle and extended his generous palm to Onon.
The young shaman was gently pulled by Barron and got on the horse.
Barron glanced at the girl again, but now, there were any ice-like tear stains on her face?
Barron felt complicated for a moment.
Until they reached the sacrificial mountain where the old shaman was, Barron still felt in a trance. He watched helplessly as the girl was brought to the sacrifice mountain through good offices and stood like a snowman in the wind and snow.
He knew that maybe he would never meet another girl who was like fire again in this life.
In the history of the Shinyan tribe, none of the princesses who entered the sacrifice mountain could leave the sacrifice mountain alive.
The snow kept falling, and kept falling.
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In the sacrifice mountain, Yan Ji saw the old shaman who looked like a demon again, and she still couldn't help but feel scared in her heart.
The ceremony was prepared for seven days and seven nights. Yan Ji listened to the old shaman's breathing sound like a broken bellows, and almost suspected that he was about to die before he could arrange the altar.
But it was not only the old man who arranged the altar, but also the accomplice of the mediator, and several equally ugly-looking great shamans.
Yan Ji suspected that if Onan continued to learn from these guys, sooner or later he would turn into such an ugly face.
During these seven days, the girl did not eat even a little bit of food. She ate ice when she was hungry and snow when she was thirsty. In addition to having to take a bath every day, she also had to be smoked with a strange fragrance, and then the old demon was holding a wheel-turning magic weapon, mumbling words to her, and touching her twice from time to time.
But what is supposed to come will always come.
The altar was finally decorated.
The old shaman solemnly brought the girl a corolla woven with vanilla, took off all her clothes, and walked up to the altar step by step.
In the dim firelight, the pure white girl looked like frost and snow, more like a ball of warm jade. The young shaman was so warm that he almost lost his mind.
Yan Ji walked up to the altar. At this moment, she couldn't even tell whether she was fearful or trying to feel the taste of relief.
She lay calmly on the altar, and the old shaman cut her wrists and ankles with a dagger coated with potion. The blood kept flowing, and the girl could clearly feel the loss of life.
The shamans of the True Flame Department chanted around the altar and prayed for a miracle to come. Yan Ji listened to the sounds in her ears getting further and further away, until at a certain moment, an indescribable will suddenly came over the altar.
"The gods...the gods have come..."
The old shaman prostrated himself to the ground, and all the shamans even prostrate themselves and did not dare to raise their heads.
On the altar, the dying girl opened her eyes and said without any emotion: "Eternal night is coming..."
As soon as these words came out, the old shaman sat up suddenly, widened his eyes, and murmured to himself: "How could it be like this, how could it be like this... God, please have mercy on your people!"
"Eternal night is coming..."
The girl on the altar didn't respond, she just repeated those words over and over again until her breath gradually died out.
In the sacrifice mountain, the cold wind and snow poured into everyone's heart. No one knows how the girl on the altar disappeared. They were immersed in panic and despair, and when they came back to their senses, no one cared about the disappearing figure.
Before the old shaman could break away from the joy of successfully praying to the gods, he was already swallowed up by overwhelming despair.
He even didn't care anymore. This was the only time in hundreds of years that the True Flame Tribe had successfully cast a spell on a princess, from a small tribe that lived in pursuit of water and grass to one of the Five Hegemons of the Wasteland today.
Eternal night is approaching, and in the depths of the wasteland, those horrors buried in the endless ice fields will break out of the taboo and massacre all creatures in the wasteland!
Deep in the mountain of sacrifices, Onan watched helplessly as the old shaman laughed maniacally and died in the mountain of sacrifices without resting in peace.
This news was quickly sent out of the sacrifice mountain, causing the royal court to be shocked.
At the same time, all the major tribes in the wasteland were holding their annual god-sacrifice ceremony, and all the old shamans from each tribe died violently.
Terrifying rumors spread rapidly in the wasteland.
The five major tribes held an emergency meeting in the winter of this year. No one knows what the Khans of the five major tribes discussed. I only know that three days later, the five Khan kings went to Tuocang Mountain in person, paid homage to the mountain gate, and met the leader of the Yanyue Sect.
Seven days later, a massacre began without warning.
Those who instigated "Eternal Night is Coming" had their heads chopped off by the personal guards of the five Khan kings, and temples were built in various sacrificial mountains.
A new divine message was conveyed: the gods directed the wilderness tribes to go south to the Great Wall to seize their wealth and slaves.
But inevitably, the rumors of "Eternal Night is Coming" still spread like crazy throughout the wasteland.
However, under the intimidation of those five Beijing buildings with their heads stacked up, no one dared to talk nonsense anymore.
The winter of that year was extremely long.
The girl who has grown up to be lying on the altar can no longer wait for the hope from outside the Great Wall.
On that winter night of that year, she was carried to Tuocang Mountain by a cold wind and began another long and lonely journey.
The Gesang flowers on Tuocang Mountain bloom and fall, red like fire and like the life burning that night.
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