Dolin slowly woke up, and the feeling of suffocation suddenly shocked him. It was difficult to breathe. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly saw a lot of soil. He was underground?
He struggled to push away the heavy soil on his body, closed his eyes and relied on his hearing to find the direction of the underground river. He arrived at the river in a flash, and dove in without any hesitation.
After taking a quick bath, he emerged from the underground river. After wiping the water from his hair and face, he looked towards the camp.
"Huh? Where have people gone?"
The original camp is still there, but no longer inhabited.
"Something happened?" Daolin was shocked and jumped out of the underground river.
"Qianxue...Old Han..." Daolin shouted loudly, but there was no response.
"What happened after the coma yesterday?" Dolin thought in confusion and began to search in the camp.
There is no one in his tent, no one in Qianxue's tent, no one in Lao Han's tent, no one in Wang Shun's tent...wait...it smells of blood!
Daolin opened Wang Shun's tent, and what he saw was a headless corpse lying on the table, with blood that had dried up.
When Daolin saw this scene, he felt a thunder explode in his head, and he recognized that the clothes belonged to Han Zimo.
"Old Han!" Daolin was shocked and walked over tremblingly. When he saw clearly the body that was definitely Old Han's, he was stunned.
"Who did it! Who did it!" Daolin roared up to the sky. Old Han had experienced life and death with him, and the scenes of getting along with Old Han kept replaying in his mind.
"Old Han...where's your head?" Daolin sat down next to Han Zimo's body and murmured, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.
After crying for a while, Daolin laid Han Zimo's body flat, then took out two wine gourds from the storage ring, and said to Han Zimo lying on the ground: "See, this is the good wine you have been thinking about. I lied to you before and said there was no more, but actually there are still two pots left."
"It's a pity that you can't drink it now..." Dorian shed tears as he spoke.
"Don't worry. When I return to the imperial capital, I will give you something to drink every day. I will set up a memorial tablet for you. I will treat you to drinks every day. I will also prepare you delicious food. I will ensure that you have good wine and meat there!" Daolin! He sat aside and muttered in a low voice, taking a sip from time to time, and then pouring a little on the ground until the whole bottle of wine was finished.
"Old Han, let's get on the road, and walk slowly on the road." Daolin said softly as he arranged Han Zimo's clothes.
Daolin placed the last gourd of wine next to Han Zimo and walked out, returning shortly after.
He picked up Han Zimo and carried him out with the gourd.
At the entrance of the Anhe Mountain cave, there is a newly dug pit and a stone tablet with a name engraved on it.
"Old Han, you can live here from now on..." Daolin carefully put Han Zimo's body in, then unplugged the gourd and poured half of the wine beside the pit, and he placed the remaining wine in the pit. , and then sprinkled soil on Han Zimo's body with handfuls of hands.
As Han Zimo was no longer visible, Daolin's eyes became moist again, and tears slid down his cheeks, making small craters on the grave.
He erected the stone tablet in front of the tomb, facing the entrance of the underground river cave.
"We have guarded this place for a long time. You can rest here and see how the monument I carved for you is. This is the most beautiful word I can write."
"When you see Qin An in the future, ask him to engrave a new piece for you. His handwriting is beautiful..." As he spoke, Daolin could no longer hold back and stomped on the ground and cried bitterly.
"I will definitely avenge you. No matter who he is, even if he is the King of Heaven, I will kill him!" Dolin wiped away his tears and patted the stone tablet and said.
Daolin turned around and left. He still wanted to find Qianxue.
On the tombstone behind him is engraved...
Xianyun Yehe Han Zimo...
The Tongshen Sword repairs the west...
On both sides are…
The heroes sleep forever…
Leave the past alone…
Daolin didn't know what happened here, and he didn't know where Qianxue went, but it was impossible for the nearly 10,000 people to disappear out of thin air. There was only one possibility: they had withdrawn their defenses.
But if the defense was disarmed, why would Old Han die? Where did Lao Han's head go?
Thinking of this, Daolin returned to Wang Shun's tent again. His eyes swept around, and there was no sign of fighting. The table was filled with wine and food.
Dolin picked up a wine bottle and smelled it. His brows furrowed. He took a sip with some uncertainty, and then his expression changed drastically.
"The wine was drugged!" Daolin was invulnerable to all poisons, so he was not afraid of the thing in the wine, but Han Zimo, who was only a swordsman, couldn't resist it.
Then he remembered that he was buried next to his tent. What did this mean? The danger came from within, combined with the disappearing army.
"Wang Shun! I will cut you into pieces!!!" Daolin slammed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground.
Daolin walked out of the big tent and jumped up, then headed towards Hewu Mountain with a deafening sound of thunder.
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At this time, there was a period of silence in Hewu Mountain. Everyone was packing their belongings in silence. A group of strong men stood on the Great Wall and looked at the slowly retreating army of the blazing sun, like a red ocean with an ebbing tide.
Did the Shenwu Empire win?
not at all!
The Lieyang Empire is the ultimate winner!
After the siren sounded, all the Shenwu soldiers and warriors who had been in civil strife returned to their positions, and everything before the national war needed to be put aside.
The 12th Corps took up the position, while Qianxue was imprisoned in a cell, becoming neighbors with Li Hexuan.
Just when they thought there was going to be another battle, ten powerful men from the Divine Harmony Realm suddenly appeared on the other side, and the terrifying pressure almost crushed the space.
They only have one request to hand over the young princess, otherwise they will directly massacre all Shenwu Empire soldiers.
Leng Yan was completely powerless against the ten gods who suddenly appeared in the Lieyang Empire. Not only him, but no one in the Creation Realm present dared to speak.
Not only were the ten gods united, there was even an even more terrifying aura looming in the void behind them.
Shenwu guessed that the Emperor of Lieyang Empire had arrived.
Just when Leng Yan was at a loss, Emperor Shenwu also arrived. The two emperors met at the level of emperors. Naturally, this group of minions couldn't see or hear them.
It’s not clear what the two talked about. All they know is that Emperor Shenwu asked Leng Yan to bring Qianxue and Li Hexuan out and hand them over to the Lieyang Empire.
Leng Yan naturally complied and invited Qian Xue to come out personally. As for Li Hexuan, it was just a gift.
The thick and huge mountain door opened, Qianxue came to the torrent of blood armor like a sea of blood, and also saw the ten gods in the sky.
"Welcome the young princess to return home!!!" A loud shout rang out, filling the sky.
Qianxue slowly stepped forward, heading towards the Lieyang Empire under the gazes of both parties.
A tall horse wearing heavy blood-colored armor slowly came over. It was Chu Tianba, the commander of the Guards of the Lieyang Empire.
"Xue'er..." Coming closer, Chu Tianba quickly jumped off his horse and walked towards Qian Xue.
