While Emperor'an City was bathing in the soft spring rain, dark clouds that could not be turned away like ink covered the northern sky.
On the vast land, the northern country is frozen, and snow is drifting thousands of miles away.
The violent hurricane mixed with snowflakes continued to fall from the sky. It was so gloomy that it was difficult to distinguish between day and night, and the vision lost visibility under this heavy snow.
Under the entire sky, one could only hear the sound of the wind, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, and the sounds of fighting that were covered under the snow.
This is a simple camp temporarily built by the Black Scale Guards. The walls of the camp are engraved with rough formations temporarily carved by the formation masters accompanying the army. However, these formations have been destroyed, and tall black shadows continue to pass through the camp. The wall invaded the camp.
The entire camp looked so thin in the wind and snow.
There were shouts of killing, the clanking of iron weapons, and the crisp sound of bows and crossbows being fired.
Countless corpses of barbarians and humans were buried under heavy snow.
The firelight swayed everywhere in the camp, and the originally fierce fighting gradually cooled down as time passed.
On the high hills outside the camp, several figures as tall as iron towers loomed in the wind and snow, overlooking the human camp below with ice-like eyes.
I do not know how long it has been,
"Click——"
A huge foot with cuticles stepped into the snow, crushing something buried in the snow, making a crisp sound.
He slowly turned his gaze towards the several "iron towers" standing on the hills, and the blood in his eyes looked a bit eerie in the wind and snow.
The visitor was a barbarian, with a tall, muscular body covered in blood, and many of the bone spurs around his body were broken.
Seeing these tall figures, the barbarian put his right hand on his chest and knelt down to perform a barbarian etiquette. His deep vocal cords uttered a round of awkward language that did not belong to Da Yan:
"King, Wu Yuan is not in the camp. Please punish me."
After the words fell, none of the iron tower-like figures spoke, and their dark blue eyes stared at the visitor.
Amidst the bleak wind, a voice slowly came from behind several iron towers.
The barbarian king stared at the dead camp below:
"As expected, it's not easy for you, Gu Chen, to wipe out Wu Yuan's first battalion. Get up."
Hearing this, the barbarian named Gu Chen did not stand up and remained kneeling.
The barbarian king slowly turned around and stared at Gu Chen:
"You seem to have something else to say?"
Gu Chen took a deep breath, the joints on his clenched fists creaked, and his voice was low and fast:
"Your Majesty, if it hadn't been for the auspicious snowfall that day, even if there were only more than 5,000 people in this camp, it would have been difficult for our troops to attack the stronghold. In the battle of Dali Mountain, we lost 40,000 people and could not withdraw. Now, Marquis Wu Cheng of the Yan Dynasty We have returned to Beifeng City and may leave to enter the Northern Territory at any time. I beg your Majesty to think twice."
The wind howled like a ghost in the snowy night, and the hills fell into silence for a while.
Marquis Wu Cheng of Great Yan is the nightmare hanging over their heads. The prestige accumulated over the past decades is made up of the corpses of countless people of the holy race.
Invincible.
Now that the Yan Dynasty has gathered millions of elites in the northern border, the best option is to take advantage of the heavy snowfall to quickly retreat to the depths of the northern border and lie dormant.
If the fight continues, the entire holy clan will be in danger of being exterminated.
There was silence for a while,
The foreign king of the barbarians did not directly answer Gu Chen’s words:
"The meat you harvested will be kept in your own tribe, and the spiritual blade weapons will be handed over to the high priest. When you hand over the weapons, you can go to him to receive a thousand holy weapons. Get up."
There was a firmness in his voice that was unruffled and self-defeating.
Gu Chen said no more, exhaled a breath of white mist, stood up slowly and saluted:
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The sound of the wind was still there, and the barbarian king stared at the camp below without any intention of speaking anymore.
Gu Chen glanced at the king's back and suddenly said:
"Your Majesty, during this raid, we captured some people alive. Do you want to go take a look?"
The barbarian king’s cool voice came:
"Anyone of value among them?"
"There is a confidant of Wu Yuan."
"Wu Yuan?"
The foreign king of the barbarians lowered his head and glanced at the severed bone spur in his arm, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "You go down first, I will go and take a look."
Gu Chen said nothing more, bowed and left, and the tall figure instantly disappeared into the snowy night.
Time passes by in seconds, about as long as a cup of tea,
Behind the barbarian alien king, an iron tower suddenly spoke in an angry voice:
"Your Majesty, the military morale within the Saint Clan is now shaken. Are we really not going to retreat?"
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The foreign king of the barbarians slowly sat cross-legged next to the cliff of the hill, exhaled a breath of turbid air and dissipated into white mist:
"Zaya, do you think we should retreat?"
The iron tower barbarian named Zaye was silent.
The cuticle-covered cheeks of the Barbarian King seemed to be smiling, and he glanced at the several Iron Tower Barbarians around him:
"You can talk about anything. We've been playing with Eji since we were young, so we can talk about anything."
Zaye was silent for a while, glanced at the direction Gu Chen left, and whispered:
"This war with Great Yan has lasted for four years, and many tribes are already exhausted. The harvest now is enough to return to the ancestral land for more than ten years to cultivate. The human craftsmen looted along the way can also allow us to start the next war. Be more prepared.”
"Better prepared?"
The foreign king of the barbarians shook his head, feeling helpless: "How to calculate more adequate preparations? More tribesmen? More holy soldiers? Or more totem battle flags?
"But have you ever thought about it, even if we have more preparations, can we outnumber the Yan Dynasty that occupies the Middle Earth?"
No one said anything.
The barbarian king slowly raised his hand to catch a snowflake falling from the sky, without feeling the coldness.
His palms were covered with a kind of cuticle like fingernails.
Adult barbarians will grow such a layer of hard cuticle all over their body, which is a murder weapon and a means of insulating and keeping warm that they have evolved in this bitter cold land for many years.
And because of this, the piece of snow in the palm of the barbarian king showed no sign of melting. He murmured:
"In this northern land, only one or two newborns from my holy clan can survive. Most of them die from the bitter cold, lack of food, and die in December of the year. Most of the time, they cannot see the sun. !”
The barbarian alien king casually pointed to the direction with his other hand:
"Zhaye, have you been to the south of Beifeng?"
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A few breaths of silence,
Zhaye’s voice is loud and clear:
"Never been there."
The blue eyes of the barbarian alien king held a trace of recollection and a trace of longing:
"I have secretly been there before. The climate in the south of Beifeng City is warm and there is endless water and food. We can hunt the wild beasts in the mountains and forests, cultivate the fertile fields, and do everything we want to do."
Saying,
The foreign king of the barbarians clenched the snowflakes in his gloves with all his strength, stood up, glanced at the four close men, and said word by word:
"I want to lead my people to break through the insurmountable Beifeng City.
"Only in this way can our tribe continue and develop, and can we not kill each other in this barren snowfield just for a bite to eat!"
(End of chapter)
