Boom, boom, boom.
The heavy shackles of the limbs hit each other, and the sound was clear and sweet.
Zheng Xiu's mouth was tightly sealed with sutures.
When he opened his mouth, a sharp pain came from his mouth.
But this heartbreaking pain not only did not make Zheng Xiu feel any pain, but instead gave him a strange stimulating feeling.
"paste……"
Zheng Xiu let out an inarticulate roar.
His vision turned blood red.
"Phase walking."
In the blood-red field of vision, the "figures" lurking in the mountain wall were motionless.
Zheng Xiu took a step, his vision was distorted, and in an instant, he entered the canyon as if teleporting.
…
between the canyon walls.
Dozens of masters from the Mountain Clan, their lower bodies seem to be embedded in the rock, blending into the mountain.
They were quietly waiting for the Daqian army to arrive here.
This is the canyon where that damn General Zheng used a mere few hundred troops to hold off ten times as many barbarian heroes twenty years ago.
Everyone couldn't help but feel excited when they thought that today, more than twenty years later, their mountain clan could command an army of two hundred, and it was said that the descendants of General Zheng were buried here.
The ice and snow could not extinguish their enthusiasm, but instead made them murderous and clenched their knives.
"Why haven't you come yet? Could they have noticed it?"
A young barbarian warrior whispered.
"Impossible." Another older barbarian warrior heard this and sneered: "We are the 'sons of the mountain'. We are protected by the 'mountain'. In the mountains, no one can discover us, and there will be no one." No one is our opponent.”
The confident laughter of the older warrior spread along the mountain wall, like the pulsation of the mountain, and only they could understand and hear it.
Everyone is relieved.
Pairs of simple and clean eyes blinked on both sides of the canyon, staring at the military camps stationed on the snowy fields outside the canyon, revealing the purest desire.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
A drop of hot, viscous liquid fell on the face of a young warrior.
He stretched out his hand and touched it. It was hot and sticky. When he put it in front of his eyes, he almost screamed out in fright: it was a drop of dark, smoking liquid, like magma and asphalt. When he stretched out his hand and touched it, it was like a drop of black and smoking liquid. He took off a piece of his face abruptly.
The young soldier's frozen face could no longer distinguish the difference between numbness and pain. He stared blankly at the strange liquid on his hand and raised his head blankly.
Above the canyon wall, a dark and ominous figure quietly "haunted" the mountain.
The reason why "entrenched" is used is because the posture of this figure is very strange. The figure is tall and tall, but the back is hunched, half standing and half squatting, leaning horizontally on the mountain wall in an unscientific posture.
Looks like a... person.
The black mist on "it" flows like ragged gauze.
"It's" hands have strange weapons, long and narrow like knives, with rounded ends. The "blade" is covered with dense serrations, and there are scarlet blood vessels running vertically and horizontally on the knife body, which are actually pulsating.
The young warrior opened his mouth wide, unaware that the drop of asphalt-like mucus had corroded a small hole in his hand.
"It"'s head was sealed in a rusty iron lump, leaving only a scar-like mouth exposed.
bass.
"It" opened its eyes.
That's the color of blood.
"Goofy..."
"It" made a strange sound, like laughing or crying.
The split mouth was pulled by strings as thick as a little finger, and more and more mucus dripped out as it was pulled.
At this time, all the barbarian warriors lurking in the canyon heard the strange sound and followed it.
They all saw the figure, showing the same expression as the young warrior.
No one has ever seen anything like this.
After a few breaths, someone's teeth chattered and he shouted tremblingly: "Ghost, ghost?"
Zizizizi~~~
The strange weapon in "it's" hand suddenly rotated, the high-speed rotating saw teeth formed an afterimage like electric light, and the blood vessels showed a terrifying blood light.
"It" smiled with a split lip from the corners of his mouth to the base of his ears.
Smile like a child.
This is,
Time to kill.
…
In the military tent, Shen Shizong and Huo Huo quarreled so much that their faces turned red.
Huo Huo is senior to Shen Shizong.
But at the critical moment, no one can care so much anymore. After all, they all have to consider the safety of Brother No. 200.
Outside the military tent, soldiers set up pots and cooked stew.
The aroma of meat wafts out.
Someone warms the body with wine to dispel the cold.
"There seems to be movement over the canyon."
At this time, a soldier with five senses suddenly pricked up his ears and was shocked. The hot meat was rolling in his mouth. He had no time to swallow or spit it out. He grabbed the knife beside him and stood up, sliding the meat from his mouth while keeping vigilance. It made a chirping sound.
The Daqian soldiers brought by Huo Huo on this trip are all elites who have been trained for a long time. They are all people with extraordinary abilities and quick reactions. For a moment, everyone cheered up and became silent for a moment, staring in the direction of the canyon.
"ah……"
"Help!"
"ah……"
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"
Only then did they gradually hear clearly that what was coming from the canyon was a torrent of screams.
The screams came and went, like a song.
No one knew what happened in the canyon, but the echoing screams told them that there was something terrible in the canyon. The screams came one after another. Listening to the scream song, the soldiers felt as if they were immersed in the scene, and could not help but feel terrified and chilled to the bones.
Feng Bei's ears twitched slightly, she opened the tent and walked out with a worried look on her face. She looked in the direction of the canyon, clenching her fists. Under her clothes, thorn-like lines spread silently, and the word "Ding Wei" in her right eye slowly rotated. With.
The screams stopped without warning.
The snow also stopped.
A clean figure tore through the hazy snow and fog, approaching gradually.
"It's...Red King!"
A soldier saw it clearly and shouted.
Shen Shizong, Huo Huo, Qing Shisan and others who were arguing in the military tent walked out one after another.
Feng Bei's figure flashed, and a residual light flashed on the snow. He came to Zheng Xiu in the blink of an eye and stretched out his hand to support him.
Zheng Xiu swayed slightly and winked at Feng Bei: "It doesn't matter."
Feng Bei was silent.
Zheng Xiu smiled again: "I finally feel comfortable this time."
He looked extremely happy.
Feng Bei lost his usual calmness and calmness for a moment, and groped Zheng Xiu's body in a slightly panic.
Feng Bei breathed a sigh of relief when he couldn't find any wounds hidden under his clothes.
"How did you wake up?"
After Feng Bei repeatedly confirmed that Zheng Xiu was not injured, he helped Zheng Xiu back and asked in a low voice.
She had seen Zheng Xiu's crazy posture with her own eyes, and she almost woke up after the saw almost cut her neck.
Feng Bei later also used real fire, and the two leveled a mountain, finally extinguishing Zheng Xiu's evil fire.
Zheng Xiu's face turned slightly pale and his steps were frivolous. He leaned on Madam Zhen's soft arms with peace of mind and confidence, and said with a smile: "I found a trick, just like a 'switch', it can be turned off just by saying it."
"Huh? What's the trick?"
"I remembered how I almost accidentally injured you last time. After I use 'Abyss Walker', I will fall into a state of indiscriminate killing, but as soon as I think of you and know that you are nearby, I will cancel this posture."
Feng Bei thought about it for a moment and was shocked: "You think of me as...'restriction'?"
Zheng Xiu was amused: "Hey, don't say it. It's true that you have become my 'restriction'." After saying this, Zheng Xiu winked at Feng Bei jokingly: "So don't stay too far away from me. If you are not here, I will go crazy." Rise up and kill the whole world."
Looking up at Feng Bei's complicated expression, Zheng Xiu touched it quietly and said rather sadly: "I am bound by you."
"What's going on!"
Huo Huo held the knife and Shen Shizong rushed forward anxiously, holding the spear.
"There are indeed assassins in the canyon."
Zheng Xiu patted the back of Feng Bei's hand and signaled to stop supporting him and straighten his back.
The two generals, Huo Huo and Shen Shizong, looked shocked and confused when they heard this.
"Go explore!"
With a wave of his hand, Huo Huo led dozens of people to form a military formation and charged into the canyon with momentum like a rainbow.
Soon the soldiers returned.
Many young soldiers, with livid faces, supported each other and vomited out all the wine they had just drank and the meat they had just eaten.
The scene in the canyon was shocking, with corpses cut into pieces everywhere and rivers of blood flowing.
Although the Red King didn't say anything, the soldiers later looked at the Red King with a bit of unconcealable fear in their eyes.
Pei Gaoya, Qing Shisan, Monk, Red King, and the one who has long been notorious... Feng Bei.
The soldiers didn't take it seriously before, but now after walking with the Red King, they suddenly realized that the Red King's family are all lunatics.
The assassins in the canyon were slaughtered by "well-meaning passers-by" and they were completely safe. The two generals Shen Shizong and Huo Huo also stopped their quarrel and chose to cross the canyon and go deep into the wilderness.
The wind was blowing loudly in the canyon. Even after more than an hour, the strong smell of blood inside had not dissipated. It was still blowing on everyone's faces along with the cold wind.
The soldiers had to cover their mouths and noses and move forward.
An hour later, it snowed again. The body fragments in the canyon were partially buried by the snow, which looked quite pleasing to the eye. The blood dried and was set on the rock forever.
Yue Linglong was still sitting on the horse, silent all the way.
"It's the Mountain Clan."
Yue Linglong had a complicated expression and bit her lower lip. Even though the bodies were mutilated, she could still easily recognize them.
As soon as he came out of the canyon, the old Samba knelt down in front of the Red King.
The old man was trembling all over. Two successive waves of assassin attacks made the old man keenly aware of the strange atmosphere.
The Daqian soldiers looked at the only thirteen barbarian soldiers left in the team, with hatred and contempt in their eyes that could not be concealed. All it took was a knife.
The old man knelt down in front of Zheng Xiu. Zheng Xiu was unmoved: "If you are begging for mercy, then forget it. I can't control them."
"Please, Your Majesty...for the sake of the princess...save the Moon Clan..."
Semba Lao burst into tears and kept kowtowing.
"Grandpa Samba." Yue Linglong shook her head vigorously and shouted, but she could no longer say the next words. She could only watch helplessly as Samba hit the hard frozen soil, his forehead was broken, and blood flowed. , making that wrinkled face a bit more ferocious and miserable.
Not only Zheng Xiu, everyone was indifferent to the old man's kowtow.
Huo Huo stepped forward with a mixture of joy and sorrow, and said in a low voice: "It seems that a great change has occurred in the Northern Barbarians. I think we should report it to the Holy Lord immediately. Maybe this is... a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
Zheng Xiu had no expression on his face and asked, "With just two hundred of our troops?"
He knew what "opportunity" Huo Huo was talking about.
Huo Huo's eyes lit up: "So our top priority now is to reach their territory as soon as possible and find Bai Qiuyue."
Zheng Xiu didn't answer.
Huo Huo was heart-broken. When he learned that Zheng Xiu was still hesitating, he whispered in his ear: "Don't you want to avenge General Zheng?"
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, they were as calm as an ancient well. He smiled at Semba, who was still kowtowing, and said, "Get up."
Semba looked shocked. The sudden tenderness from the Red King made Semba at a loss.
Yue Linglong looked at Zheng Xiu in surprise as well, thoughtfully.
Samba did not bother to wipe the blood from his forehead and told the story of the marriage.
As Yue Linglong said before, although the Northern Barbarians are called a "country" in a broad sense, it is actually a collective structure with clans as the unit. The ten major clans took turns to elect the "Wolf King" to lead the Northern Barbarians.
Since the battle twenty years ago, this generation of wolf kings has become increasingly weak and suffered injuries. The other nine major clans are already ready to make a move. The Moon Clan is located in a fertile soil, which makes many clans covetous.
Due to clan rules and the laws of survival in the wilderness, although the other nine major clans have long had different intentions, the Northern Barbarians have still been able to maintain a semblance of stability over the years.
But not long ago, the Wolf King gave an order that caused the entire clan to explode.
He wants to marry his beloved Princess Yue Linglong, known as "the most beautiful woman in the Northern Barbarians", to Daqian.
Long before this, there was a saying among the younger generation of the ten major clans who were qualified to compete for the position of the next generation of wolf kings: whoever can marry the daughter of the wolf king will be qualified to be the new wolf king.
They are not all coveting the beauty of the princess, but mainly competing for a breath.
Therefore, the Wolf King's "marriage" move directly caused the hidden danger of the Northern Barbarians to explode for twenty years. Countless young warriors who regarded Yue Linglong as their future wife were furious and crossed the wasteland from all directions to go to the Moon Clan to ask for an explanation.
Many people think that the Wolf King is old and confused, so he does such stupid things.
The Northern Barbarians and Da Gan have been at war for hundreds of years, and their hatred is deeply rooted. How can they be easily resolved?
Even Princess Yue Linglong herself, who is at the center of the vortex, and "Yue Wu Semba" who is responsible for the negotiations, think so. But when the Wolf King made this decision and the clan was furious, Yue Linglong and Samba were already on their way to Daqian. Before he could wait for the other nine clans to express their stance, the princess had already set off.
"Your Majesty! The Wolf King actually told me long ago that the princess's future husband can only be a descendant of the Zheng family!"
"What!" Hearing this, everyone was shocked. No wonder the three princes had been fighting for nearly two months and failed to win the favor of the Northern Barbarian princess. It turned out that the prince consort had already been confirmed to be Zheng Xiu.
After thinking about it, several people thought of the complicated identity and feud between Zheng Xiu and Yue Linglong. For a moment, all eyes focused on Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu had known for a long time that this matter was directed at him from the beginning. He was not surprised by Samba's words and asked calmly: "Why?"
Samba covered his forehead and looked at the princess with cloudy eyes, his expression was tangled and he hesitated to speak.
Zheng Xiu's eyes were cold and he just raised his hand.
Not far away, Pei Gaoya reacted quickly and just rolled up his trouser legs, ready to take action.
"No!" Yue Linglong was already afraid of being killed. Zheng Xiu raised his hand and killed another person, and looked at him and killed another person. A look of pleading appeared on Yue Linglong's indifferent face. She clutched Zheng Xiu's sleeves tightly, her eyes flushed: "My dad...he said, he told me that more than 20 years ago, he agreed One thing."
"After I am born, if I am a son, I will become sworn brothers with you. If I am a woman, I will marry you...!"
"My dad said, this is a promise! A promise with...an old friend!"
rub!
In an instant, Huo Huo, Shen Shizong and others felt chills running down their spines, and almost subconsciously took a few steps back, far away from Zheng Xiu. They looked behind Zheng Xiu in horror. The space was distorted, as if something had opened there, and the terrible breath was pressing on their chests, making it difficult for them to breathe.
The next second, Zheng Xiu grabbed Yue Linglong's neck and lifted the thin girl up.
"you say,"
The Red King's voice was cold, colder than ice and snow, and deeper than night.
"Your father and my father,"
"An old friend?"
(End of chapter)
