Don't die a good death!
Don't die a good death!
Don't die a good death!
Yue Linglong looked at the corpses of children, women and old people in the square, filled with grief and anger. A cold voice roared in her heart, and she only had one thought left at the moment, which was to make the invaders of the Beast Clan suffer a bad death.
You must die a good death!
Dark lines extended from Yue Linglong's back and spread all the way to her face. Her sickly white face was instantly covered by black thorn lines, covering most of her face like a black and white mottled mask.
Yue Linglong's eyes completely turned white and her pupils disappeared.
Suddenly, the whites of Yue Linglong's eyes rolled up, and she turned a hundred and eighty degrees in a strange way, each showing two twisted fonts.
There was a cold and sly smile on Yue Linglong's face that even she herself could not detect. Her fingers were bent and made a snapping sound. The bent fingers were contracted like chicken feet, tense and very weird.
As Yue Linglong's gestures changed, the corpse belonging to the Wolf Cavalry in the square was cut by Yue Linglong's hair, and the pieces of flesh were reassembled. The squirming flesh seemed to come to life, bit by bit like a mountain of flesh. The ground is stacked upward.
After more than a month of getting along, Zheng Xiu had never seen Yue Linglong perform such a bizarre "cadaver sewing technique" even if he had known that Yue Linglong was a "corpse stitcher".
Looking at the reassembled "corpse beast" with a ferocious face like a giant wolf, Zheng Xiu's eyes were dazzled, and he had the illusion that he suddenly returned to two hundred years ago when he faced the strange-looking general Aturu of the Shache Kingdom in the Western Regions. .
The wolf cavalrymen walking in the square were in an uproar when they saw this.
The wolf riders under them were trembling all over and fell to the ground one after another, twitching and foaming at the mouth.
Everyone looked at Yue Linglong at this moment, their pupils dilated, full of fear.
Even the people of the Moon Clan are no exception.
The woman hugged her child tightly in fear.
The old man stumbled and crawled backwards.
The young man panicked and protected his family behind him.
The Wolf King was in the front. After a moment of astonishment, the Wolf King's guards raised their arms and shouted: "The princess is back!"
There were few responses.
Everyone was panicking.
Yue Linglong's outbreak not only failed to bring encouragement and courage to the Yue clan, but instead triggered another chaos.
"Is this the corpse stitcher's... natural alien technique?"
Zheng Xiu muttered to himself.
Before he could react, Feng Bei reacted faster than Zheng Xiu beside him.
Behind Feng Bei, there was a towering black figure like a mountain, holding a saber in his hand, and the black air flow silently entangled him. Feng Bei's expression was cold, and he swung a knife at the "huge corpse" controlled by Yue Linglong from a distance.
Phew~
Feng Bei seemed to be holding an ominous knife in his hand.
The black light instantly drowned the giant corpse, and the shaky wolf cavalry was completely paralyzed. The cavalry lost their mounts and fell in the square.
In the blink of an eye, with a "pop", the giant corpse was "chopped" into smaller pieces of meat, and was smashed into the square piece by piece, hitting the faces of the soldiers.
First Yue Linglong, then Feng Bei, the "ominous" aura exuded by the two made the wolf riders lose consciousness.
Yue Linglong's innate alien skills were destroyed by Feng Bei's sword.
With a muffled groan, Yue Linglong's face showed pain, and the thorny lines retreated into the cloak like a tide, regaining clarity.
After Feng Bei slashed out a sword, he landed on the ground with his ponytail flying, his figure was heroic, and his back was like an invincible Valkyrie. With a single glance, he revealed unrivaled power.
After a while, Huo Huo cleared away the enemy troops at the entrance of the tribe and led his generals into the square. What came into sight was the wolf cavalry who had lost their wolf cavalry and collapsed into a rout.
Huo Huo winked at Zheng Xiu from a distance.
Zheng Xiu nodded indifferently.
"kill!"
Huo Huo raised his scimitar high and his killing sound shook the sky.
The hundred-man cavalry charged, integrating the deaths of the brothers along the way, the hatred between the two countries, and the blood feud between the brothers into this one-sided killing, easily harvesting the aliens in the square.
Heads fell to the ground one after another. In a blink of an eye, the square was filled with blood and corpses were piled on the ground.
No one will have any psychological burden on this. This is not a child's play. To put it more seriously, this is a confrontation between two countries, a war between different races, and there is no mercy at all.
call out!
A signal arrow with fireworks burning at its tail soared into the sky. It was almost dusk, and blood-red fireworks exploded in the sky. It was deeper than dusk and more coquettish than the blood on the ground, stinging everyone's eyes.
In the Moon Clan, the remaining wolf cavalry saw the fireworks and did not hesitate to fight. They decisively abandoned the clansmen who had lost their mounts and escaped from the wooden gate in an orderly manner from all directions.
Wolfriders are more agile than horses. They can climb low walls and climb on roofs. They can advance, attack, retreat and escape. They are a very excellent unit.
"Don't chase the poor bandits!"
Huo Huo sneered, flicked his wrist, and the light of the knife flashed like a flower. The back of the knife was close to the elbow socket, and he moved it cleanly back and forth to wipe away the blood of others. With a swish sound, Huo Huo sheathed the long knife. With this graceful movement This killing was stopped.
Daqian Shenwu's army ordered to stop, calm the war horses, and stay in place.
Samba stepped forward and walked towards the tall, bare-chested man in front of the Wolf King, with a moon tattoo on his left and a wolf on his right.
"Mount Ali!"
Aili Shan is the first warrior of the Moon Clan and a personal guard of the Wolf King.
Samba whispered something to Alishan.
Alishan looked at Zheng Xiu and others in surprise.
Zheng Xiu ignored Alishan's strange gaze.
He looked calmly at the closed door of the Wolf King's residence.
Listening carefully, there were waves of weak and long breathing coming from inside.
"Wolf King!"
Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth and walked step by step towards the Wolf King's residence.
He never thought that one day he would be so close to the person who killed his father.
In the hinterland of the Northern Barbarians, under the Holy Mountain, the Wolf King.
Once upon a time, this person was extremely far away from me.
He is just a wealthy businessman. The Wolf King is far away in the depths of the northern barbarians, where the road is dangerous and the climate is harsh.
Many years ago, Zheng Xiu had already given up all his messy thoughts and focused on making money.
In the past, how could he have imagined that one day he would be able to penetrate deep into the hinterland of the Northern Barbarians and be only ten steps away from that person.
Zheng Xiu took two steps, looking a little confused.
He looked down at his boots. As he approached the man step by step, Zheng Xiu felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. The three words "Northern Character Tribulation" that Wei Chen calculated by touching his bones are still in his ears. It was as if someone had influenced him along the way, bringing him here, into the Moon Clan, and about to face his father-killing enemy.
third step.
the fourth step.
When Zheng Xiu reached the fifth step, the strongest warrior of the Moon Clan noticed something was wrong.
The prince-in-law's expression didn't look like he was here to beg for a wife, but more like he was here to seek revenge.
The two tribes were not trying to deal with each other, but Zheng Xiu's expression made Ali Shan wary.
Huo Huo just wanted to remind Zheng Xiu: "Your Majesty, the overall situation..."
The word "most important" has not yet been uttered.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The swords of the elite soldiers of Daqian were unsheathed with a sound, and the whistling sword light fell across the necks of several people in Mount Aili.
Aili Shan and other personal guards held their breath for a moment.
"Whoever moves will die."
Zheng Xiu took three more steps.
Yue Linglong looked miserable, stretched out her hands, bit her lower lip, and stood in front of Zheng Xiu.
She still doesn't understand why her father wanted to lure this man to the Northern Barbarians.
My father knew that the centuries-old hatred between the two clans could not be eradicated. According to the clan legend, it was his father who desperately tried to stop Zheng Haoran more than 20 years ago, which directly led to Zheng Haoran's death.
The Zheng family and the Yue clan were enemies when they met, and they were extremely jealous. Why did their father insist on letting them unite and become husband and wife?
Yue Linglong still can't figure out why her father said it was "a promise from an old friend." She doesn't understand, but it doesn't stop her from standing in front of Zheng Xiu now.
"If you want to stop me, use your magic. Aren't you a 'corpse stitcher'?"
Zheng Xiu gently pressed Yue Linglong's arm, walked past her, and left a message:
"There will be a lot of corpses, a lot of them."
Upon hearing this, Yue Linglong felt as if she had received an electric shock, her legs softened and she knelt on the ground.
When Huo Huo saw this posture, he secretly thought that it was too bad. He shouldn't believe that the Red King, who was at the height of his power in Daqian territory, could "put the overall situation first" in the territory of the barbarians.
Huo Huo and Shen Shizong looked at each other and regretted that it was too late. But now the barbarians are in civil strife. The two of them have twinkling eyes, and they are even hesitating whether to take advantage of the opportunity to capture the northern barbarians and "prevent the foreign king from accepting his orders".
But with just a hundred people?
Capture the remaining nine clans?
Just thinking about it, Huo Huo felt a little bit whimsical.
These days, the dead warriors sent by the nine major clans have been killing one after another, seemingly endlessly. Huo Huo can't imagine that there are so many thaumaturges among the barbarians who have glimpsed the secrets, such as They are as endless as locusts and can be killed inexhaustibly.
"Don't come near Grandpa Wolf King!"
A child of six or seven years old suddenly pushed the woman away, mustered up the courage to run up to Zheng Xiu, and stretched out his hands angrily.
First there was a child, then an old man in his seventies, then women from the Moon Clan, and more young adults. The long sword hanging in the air did not scare them. In the Moon Clan, whether they were warriors or They were old, weak, women and children. They rushed forward and stood in front of King Daganchi, forming a human wall with three layers inside and three layers outside.
Standing in the front is a girl with three pigtails. She is wearing dirty clothes and has blood stains on her face. A pair of eyes amidst the dirt, yet they appear to be sparkling, pure and flawless.
She asked Zheng Xiu weakly with a hot tongue: "You look like...a princess, is she a handsome man?"
Zheng Xiu glared.
"give you."
When the girl saw that Zheng Xiu didn't say anything, she accepted his acquiescence and took out a string of polished bone chains from behind her.
The animal bones are polished into the shape of a full moon or a wolf's head. The workmanship is rough, but it reveals a childish innocence.
"Puch."
Feng Bei heard Zheng Xiu's "speechless" heart and couldn't help but cover his mouth with a smile.
She knows her man.
If the members of the Yue clan came up with knives and guns, Zheng Xiu was cruel and would kill them all. It was not impossible to kill them all. But in the current battle, it is difficult for Zheng Xiu to be cruel.
If he hadn't been so soft-hearted and hard-hearted, the Zheng family would not have gathered so many talented people. In the case of Baili Village twenty years ago, "Zheng Shan" would not have taken the risk to rush into Chang An and rescue her; two hundred years ago In such a real and imaginary fantasy world, there would not be so many knights who retired from martial arts, picked up weapons again, crossed the desert, and arrived at Sun Cicada Valley, regardless of life or death.
Zheng Xiu lowered his head, frowned for a long time and said four words: "It's all a routine."
He took the bone chain from the girl's hand and touched her head.
The long swords that filled the sky spun half a circle in the air, and returned to their sheaths as if they were alive.
Samba has been looking at the sky anxiously, hoping that the sun will set quickly and the moon will rise soon.
The tense situation disappeared in an instant, and no one expected that the Red King's anger would dissipate so quickly.
suddenly.
There had been a lot of commotion outside for a long time, but there was no movement from the Wolf King. Inside, there were waves of weak breathing and a hoarse, low voice.
"Outside...huh..."
"But, Zheng Haoran's son?"
Semba glanced from side to side and responded loudly: "Wolf King, he is the prince-in-law! Your designated prince-in-law!"
That urgent tone, the subtext is clearly: You chose it! Now that people are here, no one can stop them! The Prince Consort is about to come in!
A chuckle came from inside the Wolf King's residence.
"Let him come in."
Samba looked shocked.
The crowd in front of Zheng Xiu murmured.
But not long after, they took the initiative to separate.
Zheng Xiu looked at the vacancy in the crowd, frowned and made no move.
Feng Bei came to Zheng Xiu at some point, gently held Zheng Xiu's hand, squeezed it, and quickly let go. Zheng Xiu turned around, and Feng Bei's shallow smile seemed to say that no matter what choice Zheng Xiu made, whether it was a killing spree or something else, Feng Bei would support him unconditionally.
Zheng Xiu walked up the simple wooden steps in silence.
The wooden steps were rickety, and every step Zheng Xiu took was accompanied by the creaking sound of rotten wood.
Zheng Xiu opened the door, and a pungent smell of herbs, mixed with a stench like a rotting corpse, hit his face.
In the dim light, Zheng Xiu looked at the interior. The Wolf King's room in the center is poorly furnished, has no lights, no windows, and is stuffy and airtight. The moment he opened the door, Zheng Xiu saw clearly inside. On the bed at the end of the shabby room, a tall figure sat quietly, motionless. The pungent rotten smell made Zheng Xiu first think that what was sitting at the end was just a corpse. But the gasps coming from there from time to time told Zheng Xiu that the man was still alive.
Samba glanced inside, feeling uneasy, but he still obediently closed the door, leaving the murderous Red King alone with their weak Wolf King.
The room was not big, so Zheng Xiu came to the Wolf King without saying a word.
In the darkness, Zheng Xiu could only vaguely make out the slender face of the Wolf King. He was wearing an animal skin coat casually draped on his back. His body was covered with gauze, which was covered with blood scabs. The smell of herbs clearly came from the gauze. reveal.
The Wolf King raised his head, his piercing eyes as sharp as knives. Zheng Xiu suddenly seemed to see a dying but still fierce wolf.
"You came."
The Wolf King broke the silence.
After saying three words, it seemed that all the strength in his body was exhausted. After breathing for a long time, the Wolf King said the second sentence: "I have been waiting for this day for twenty-three years."
Zheng Xiu was surprised. It was not difficult to see that the Wolf King was already dying and on the verge of death. Zheng Xiu's mood was complicated. From this posture, it was obvious that the Wolf King had been suffering from pain for many years. When he got here, Zheng Xiu originally thought he could kill something vigorously and let off some steam. Such a weak Wolf King made Zheng Xiu feel all kinds of things in his heart, as if he had gathered strength and punched cotton.
"Are you dying?"
Zheng Xiu suddenly calmed down, a few drops of blood popped out, the chair was completed, and Zheng Xiu sat face to face with the Wolf King, looking at him.
"yes."
The Wolf King smiled slightly: "It's time to go."
"Answer my question."
"good."
"The old friend you mentioned is my father?"
The Wolf King looked nostalgic: "Enemy and friend."
"Ha, you don't deserve it."
"Yes, I don't deserve it." The Wolf King laughed, not angry at Zheng Xiu's disdain. His loud laughter shocked Old Semba outside, whose legs trembled and he burst into tears. He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had heard the Wolf King laugh so energetically.
The Wolf King laughed and coughed up black blood. With a casual touch, he tore off the gauze with herbal medicine on his chest in front of Zheng Xiu, revealing a hideous wound under the gauze.
Zheng Xiu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
It was a fist-shaped collapse. The fist was so huge that it collapsed the entire left half of the Wolf King's chest. There was a faint black air gushing out of the wound. The moment the gauze was torn off, black bubbles and rancid smells continued to emerge. Congestion.
The Wolf King smiled and pointed at the collapse of his chest: "It was left by your father twenty-three years ago. He is a real hero, and I am ashamed of myself."
"Impossible." After a moment of shock, Zheng Xiu shook his head: "There is no way you can survive."
"I have to see Linglong's future man with my own eyes, right?" The Wolf King grinned and took a deep breath. His collapsed chest bulged and deflated, rising and falling abnormally.
"Old Zheng didn't lie to me..."
The old wolf king's voice became weaker and weaker.
The Wolf King pulled an object off his chest and threw it towards Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu subconsciously caught it, and it turned out to be a pendant in the shape of a wolf tooth.
Holding the pendant that was still warm, when Zheng Xiu looked up again, the Wolf King maintained his position of holding his chin with both hands, his back hunched and motionless. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he closed his eyes happily.
The Wolf King...is dead!
