I saw Murong Feng just standing there, his body still standing upright, but his blood had frozen into red icicles, and his two furry, ape-like hands, like forks, penetrated deeply. It entered his lower abdomen, and where the broken elbow was cut off at the root, the bones were already green, and the meat and fat were not the usual red and yellow, but dark black, like dead pork that had been left for more than half a year. The stench could be clearly smelled dozens of steps away, even overpowering the smell of the burned corpse.
Murong Feng held a broken sword in his left hand. This was originally the sword he used to protect himself. Murong Lan recognized it. It was a peerless sword that had been tempered thousands of times. It was unknown how many dead souls had been under the sword. After following Murong Feng in the war for nearly twenty years, even a small child The opening was not broken, but it was broken today. Even on the broken sword that I was holding, the blade was already riddled with holes, and even the blood groove was worn out of shape. Even if it was stabbed six or seven hard, A layer of steel armor would not cause such damage.
As for his right hand, he was holding the half-cut spear tightly. Likewise, the head of the spear was missing, and the pole was pressed against his lower back to keep his body from falling. On his body, two layers of silver armor have been beaten out of shape. In at least more than ten places, the armor plates have disappeared. The exposed skin has been beaten to a bloody pulp, and even a wound on the chest has no muscles. The white bones inside are exposed, and there are two tooth marks on the skeleton. After seeing it, people will have a strong sense of vomiting, because you will suddenly realize that this first warrior of the Yan Kingdom was not injured by the sword, but It was like being bitten alive by a bunch of tigers and leopards.
Around Murong Feng, a pile of black and green pus was scattered on the ground, and a few teeth fell everywhere. Murong He's voice was trembling: "These, these are those, those medicine man monsters, monsters , left behind?”
Murong Lan's eyes sparkled with tears and she nodded: "Yes, the King of Yidu should have killed several monsters that besieged him. The monsters turned into pus after death, and the teeth were difficult to rot for a while, so... "
Murong He couldn't bear it any longer. When he opened his mouth, a large mouthful of vomit spurted out, covering Li Bian's body next to him. The strong sour smell irritated Li Bian, who was almost unable to hold back. He also opened his mouth wide, and the mixture of gastric juice and grains with a strong smell of sour steamed buns also covered Murong He's body.
Murong Lan ignored the two people behind her as if they were nothing. She walked up to Murong Feng. The God of War of the Yan Kingdom had been dead for a long time. Even his eyebrows were covered with snowflakes, but he was still holding on here. In fact, he probably wanted to leave some signal to Murong Lan. Murong Lan looked around and saw Murong Feng's neck twisted at a strange angle, but he was looking northwest from the corner of his eyes, refusing to close his eyes!
Murong Lan murmured: "I understand, King Yidu, by arranging your body like this, you want to tell us the whereabouts of those terrible medicine man monsters, right?!"
A sound of bones breaking sounded from Murong Feng's neck bones. His head tilted and finally hung down at a strange angle, almost turning over completely backwards. Everyone could see it clearly. , his cervical vertebrae have been completely broken. Without the support just now, it would be impossible to maintain his shape. And in the direction he was looking just now, the camp door is wide open, and dense footprints lead to the unknown. To the west, obviously, that's what he wanted to tell the people who came. Those terrifying longevity medicine men had clearly gone to the west, to the direction of Baisiwu!
Murong Lan gritted his teeth and stepped forward to close Murong Feng's eyes. His body could no longer support him and he finally collapsed to the ground. Blood flowed out from his seven orifices and turned purple-black, which was like the bitten ones. Behind the skin, the exposed bones and internal organs are almost the same color. It can be seen that the poison of this immortal medicine man has also penetrated deep into his body with those teeth and hands. It is difficult to say that this heroic warrior finally Did he die from the poison or from those physical injuries?
Murong He finally recovered from the vomiting and bending state. He straightened up, looked at Murong Lan, and gasped: "He, is he really the King of Yidu? Then, the one who came just now... …”
Murong Lan gritted her teeth: "That must be a thief who disguised himself as a thief. Damn the thief. Damn Qinglong. All of this is the conspiracy he set up. We have all been fooled by him. What he wants to harm is not Tuoba." Gui, but our Majesty!"
Li Bian's eyes widened: "Princess Lan, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"
Murong Lan turned around and ran towards the outside of the camp: "Quick, give the signal quickly and ask King Fan Yang to lead his army to meet His Majesty immediately. These traitors want to kill Your Majesty, the Wei army, the Helan tribe, and the soldiers and horses of King Zhao." Attract them all, then let them fight in a melee, and finally release the longevity medicine men to kill all the troops in one fell swoop. In this way, all the heroes in the north will be destroyed, and these insidious Jin people can get the north without any effort!"
Murong He woke up from his dream and slapped his thigh suddenly: "What a vicious plan!"
Murong Lan had already got on her horse and rode out. Murong He and Li Bian chased after her and shouted loudly: "Princess Lan, wait for us, wait for us!"
Murong Lan's voice came from far away along the wind: "I caused the trouble. I will solve it. You guys hurry up and follow. It takes a brother to save a brother. Remember, a brother who has been bitten by a monster will turn purple from the wound." Don’t save the black one, give him a break as soon as possible to avoid becoming like the King of Yidu!”
Li Bian nodded and was about to turn around to give instructions when he suddenly thought of something and continued to shout in the direction Murong Lan was running: "The body of King Yidu..."
Murong Lan's voice traveled farther and farther, as if coming from outside the sky: "Burn, burn like all the corpses in this camp!"
Baisiwu, battlefield.
Tuoba Gui looked relaxed, sitting on a bed made of mounds by the river, looking at the chaotic battlefield two or three miles away. White mist rose on the Hutuo River, shrouding thousands of troops and horses. , several large flags are vaguely visible, including the royal flag of Murong Yan Kingdom, the military flag of King Zhao, the Ma Niu flag of Helan tribe, and the military flags of Yu tribe, Erzhu tribe, and Baba tribe, mixed together, matching the war horses The sound of hissing and swords clashing shook the heaven and earth.
An Tong stood next to Tuoba Gui and looked behind him. They were gathering continuously, and then they were thrown into the battle group in batches. The Wei troops with different tribal flags and totems breathed a long sigh of relief: "Finally, It should be withstood. When Murong Lin and Helan Lu attacked together just now, it was really mysterious. Why did Your Majesty believe that we alone with 20,000 troops can withstand the combined attack of the enemy's three major armies and 100,000 elite soldiers? Woolen cloth?"